A/N: Two weeks late and I apologize for that.
I had been busy with my final design sessionals which was an utter disaster.
Anyways, thank you for your follows, favourites and even reviews. I'm glad all of you have your own ideas of how the story is going to end up!
Moving on …
Hermione smiled at her son as she started to button up his shirt of royal blue, while he kept faces at him mum. She knew that Scorpius was in a "big boy" phase even though he was just three and a half. However despite her husband's requests of letting the little boy learn on his own, Hermione loved her little Scorpius to death and had always spoiled him rotten.
She would miss all of it once he left for Hogwarts.
"Mummy, I can put the tubbons on my own!" Scorpius said with a frown when his mother laughed and smooth ended his blonde locks.
"You can't even say buttons properly, are you sure you can button your shirt properly?" Hermione asked playfully with a smile.
Scorpius pouted as Hermione stroked his soft hair and gently tugged on his chubby cheek.
"But I'm a big boy." Scorpius mumbled as his mother laughed and placed a kiss on his head.
"But you'll always be my little boy," his mother whispered and placed a kiss on his nose. "Now, let's go see of daddy has made you breakfast-"
"Is he making pancakes?" The little boy asked excitedly.
Hermione shrugged and gave her son a huge smile as she scooped him into her arms and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. As they neared their destination, Scorpius' face lit up as the smell of his favorite breakfast took over his senses.
"PANCAKES!" He exclaimed and squirmed in his mother's arms so that she would let him down.
Hermione could hear her husband laughing as their son ran into the kitchen and exclaimed in joy as Draco flipped a pancake over the stove. She just stood at the door, mesmerized as her husband placed a kiss on their son's head before he sat him on the table.
Hermione could watch this scene for the entire day.
"What's got you stuck there love?" Draco asked Hermione with a goofy smile. "Is it me or is it our little Scorpius?" He further asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"ME! ME!" Scorpius exclaimed to which Hermione laughed and entered the kitchen.
"Of course it was you Scorp," The brunette smiled at her son and took out a dish. "Our son is a charming boy and everyone has the rights to look at him like I do." She further said playfully as Draco flipped the pancake into the plate.
"Then even I'm your charming husband and every woman has the right to look at me like you do," Draco playfully retorted at which his wife pulled him by the shirt collar and threw daggers into his eyes.
"You listen to me Mister Malfoy," Hermione started. "No woman, do you get me, no woman has the rights to look at you like I do." She purred seductively, to which Draco smirked and placed a deep kiss on her lips.
"Merlin woman, I was joking!" Draco laughed and kissed her again before placing his hand on her flat belly. "Why isn't the squirt growing?" He further asked impatiently.
Hermione laughed and glanced at her son who was playing with his imaginary friend. "Maybe because I'm just ten weeks pregnant and it doesn't start growing till the twelfth week," She whispered to which Draco pressed his palm further into her belly. "You're much more excited about this than the last time." She remarked.
"Because I'm certain that it's a little girl," Draco said with a smile. "Not that I'm unhappy to have a son but you know, we never had a girl in our family for generations and I've always wanted a little sister," He explained and looked at Scorpius. "We should tell him soon."
"We should," Hermione agreed. "I wonder how he will react."
"I'm sure he'll be excited." Draco said. "But yes, I think he will probably assume that it's a boy."
Hermione laughed before placing a brief peck on Draco's lips. "Let's wait until I start showing." She said before placing the plate of pancake in front of Scorpius who at an instant gorged over his breakfast. Hermione stroked her son's hair and then looked back at her husband.
"Anyway, I'm running late for work," She said. "Is it possible for you to meet me for lunch?"
All Draco did was to frown and shake his head. "I'm so sorry love but I have a meeting today with the French Minister of Magic and I guess it will take my entire day." He said and walked over to her. "I'll be dropping Scorp by the Weasleys and then will be apparating to the Ministry. Do you want me to drop in with a surprise?" He asked his wife with a wink.
Hermione laughed and gave Draco a lingering kiss as again his palm came to rest on her belly. She broke off as their noses met for an Eskimo kiss.
"I love you," Draco murmured. "You better not strain and take care of both of you."
Hermione nodded and placed a last peck on his lips. "Okay." She said with a smile and then dropped a kiss on Scorpius' head. "I'll see you in the evening Scorp." She said before leaving the kitchen and waving at her family for the last time.
"Bye mummy!" The little boy exclaimed which brought a huge smile on Hermione's lips before she took a handful of floo powder and stood inside the fire place.
She was glad that every morning was spent like this.
Hermione dearly loved her family.
"Ministry of Magic!" She shouted firmly before she disappeared into the green flames.
"So you're officially starting your duty today," Kingsley declared as he smiled at the standing in front of him. "Welcome to the DMLE Auror Potter."
Harry smiled at the minister as they formally shook hands. "Thank you Minister Shacklebolt," he said. "It's good to back home and working with the ministry."
The old minister laughed and patted Harry's shoulder. "I'm sure you wanted to choose this as your career ages ago but I know multitalented young men like you tend to get lost when it comes to choosing their career," they laughed. "It's better late than never right?"
Harry laughed and nodded before greeting the minister yet again then leaving his office. His broken dreams of becoming an Auror were coming true. Harry wanted to change those incomplete dreams to reality-
Except that Hermione isn't by my side.
Harry sighed knowing that his thoughts were right; his life was incomplete without Hermione.
Why did he choose Quidditch over that beautiful woman in the first place?
"I was a fool." He muttered to himself.
Harry knew that it was only true.
Shaking his head and putting the past behind, Harry decided to enter the personal cabin that had been assigned to him. He was awestruck at the appearance; it was the entire Gryffindor common room fit into that one small room.
Harry felt home.
"Welcome to the DMLE Potter!"
Harry turned around to have a look at the familiar speaker.
He cringed while the other smirked.
"Thank you Malfoy," Harry said calmly and turned back to walk inside the room. He was so engrossed in its contents that he forgot that Malfoy was still at the door giving him an unamused look.
"Are you still upset about the World Cup?" Draco teased and invited himself into Harry's cabin. "Or is it because of something else that is bothering that pathetic mind of yours?"
The emerald eyed wizard gave out a humorless laugh. "I never knew that you played professional quidditch." He remarked.
"Well, the captain had a last minute injury and since they had seen me at practice, the team called me in," Draco explained. "You see, my position in the Ministry gave me an advantage." He then smirked. "You should be thankful that you're not working under me or I would've made you suffer."
Harry laughed at Malfoy's attempts of pulling his leg; he was trying too hard.
"Congratulations on your promotion Malfoy," Harry said genuinely. "I've heard that you've been promoted to the Deputy Head of Department of Magical Games and Sports."
The blonde nodded and gave him a smile. "Thanks for your genuine approach Potter," He said. "And it wouldn't be possible if it were for you or Hermione in the first place."
Harry's breath hitched as her name smoothly left Malfoy's mouth.
"You know, I owed you both so much after you proved my mother and me innocent in the trials," Draco continued. "Well, I've thanked Hermione enough; she's my wife and we have a child, but Potter, I still owe you a lot." It was then their eyes met in understanding.
Harry knew whatever Draco was saying was nothing but truthful.
He was aware that Draco Malfoy was a changed man.
"Malfoy, you took care of Hermione when I couldn't," Harry said in a low, defeated voice. "I'm sure you know what she meant to me, still means to me." He sighed. "Does she hate me?" He asked with a small laugh.
Draco laughed at Harry's comment and shook his head. "Hermione pretends to hate you but I assure you that she doesn't," He replied. "In fact, she misses you a lot and that happens to be a huge concern for me because I'm her husband."
Harry smiled to himself and nodded as Draco continued.
"We have a son, his name is Scorpius and he's three. She's probably spoken of that troll incident of yours like around a thousand times," Draco laughed. "Not only about that but even about all her adventures with you. It sometimes brings tears to her eyes; she tries her best to hide them."
"And she's so bad at it!" Harry commented.
"She's bad at it," Draco agreed. "Potter, what I'm trying to say is that; please don't hit on my wife. Just be friends with her; mend the broken pieces. It's written all over your face that you're guilty for leaving this country and even her all those seven years ago. And Hermione misses you the most among all your loved ones here."
Harry closed his eyes as Draco's words kept repeating in his mind. Hermione cried in her sleep and it was all because of him.
She had moved on with her life, yet she hadn't moved on with the fact that Harry had left her for his passion towards Quidditch.
Harry hated himself the most at that moment.
And all it took him was a conversation with Draco Malfoy to understand Hermione's thoughts.
"Your son looks adorable by the way," Harry quietly remarked with a smile. "He's got Hermione's smile-"
"And even her eyes," Draco said passively. "I'm making sure that he gets a lot of attention from me which I never got from my father at his age," He said while clearing his throat. "Scorpius will love meeting you in person-"
"Excuse me Mister Malfoy," A stout lady came up by the cabin door. "Your wife is waiting outside the department and wants to see you before you leave for your meeting with the French Minister." She said before nodding nervously at Harry and disappearing from the sight. Draco sighed and straightened himself before bringing out his right hand to Harry.
"Will I be seeing you soon Potter?" Draco asked with a smile.
Harry just stared at Malfoy's outstretched hand for a while before taking it and giving it a firm shake.
"Definitely." Harry replied with a smile before he watched Draco walking away from the cabin.
For a moment he couldn't believe that Draco had indeed become a better person and wanted Hermione and himself to patch up.
Hermione …
She was right outside his department.
And he had to see her.
Harry at an instant practically ran out of his cabin and to the DMLE entrance like an excited little child only to find himself frowning slightly at the scene which beheld his eyes.
There she was smiling dearly at Malfoy who gently wrapped her in a one armed hug and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Harry took in a large breath as she smiled and then glanced towards his side.
And all of a sudden, their eyes met.
All the possibilities of becoming friends again flashed into Harry's mind.
And he wasn't the only one to be having those thoughts.