Edit: REPOST...I don't know what happened but no one could view the last chapter...hopefully, it works this time? Sorry!
(A/N: This is IT. LAST CHAPTER! A few of the reviews from the last one, correctly, pointed out that I rushed it a bit. Unfortunately, a lot more than this has popped into my head and I think that I wanted to make this longer than I did, but I'm currently invested in a cross-country move and have to see it through before a long writing venture! This chapter may seem a bit rushed too, so I apologize for that, but I tried to fix that and I hope you enjoy. Thanks again!)

Morning had been quiet. When he'd awoken, Draco had reached out for Hermione, disappointed to find his bed empty save for himself. He dragged his hand where she'd slept, pleased to find it still warm. Standing, he began to wander after his two favorite girls. He found them playing the garden together on a bench, soaking up the limited sunlight. A book fanned out across Hermione's legs, her lips miming the images as she pointed to them. There was an intense look of concentration on her face, like she had no idea how to talk to a one year old, even though she'd been in her life for the last couple months. It wasn't until he saw an identical look on Cassie's face that he laughed aloud. Like mother, like daughter.

The sound caught Hermione's attention. Handing a very focused Cassie the book, she pushed herself up from the position on the bench and crossed to him.

Cassie's gaze drifted to the doorway and upon seeing the couple...her parents...she waved. "She knows, doesn't she?" Hermione said, waving back.

"It's the damned hair. Soon as she saw yours, I think she knew. She gets that from you as well, ya know. Too damned smart for her own good," Draco explained stepping closer.

The sudden proximity was stifling. Hermione removed her robe and fanned her shirt, the flash of heat moving up her system. "I think I knew. Deep down, I knew. Just didn't want to know. What kind of mother does that? If I'd just – I could have been there for her.," she explained taking a seat at the bench near the window, a clear view of Cassie in her gaze.

"Don't start on that. You created this program because a single parent is more than sufficient," Draco said taking a place next to her. "I mean, don't you think I would have been better off, had my mother raised me alone? Had Cassie never met you, I wouldn't have even thought to look backward. Now that she knows you...I just can't imagine she'd be satisfied without you in her life." He wants to say more. Wants to say it's not just his daughter that needs her around, but that when she's there...he feels like it's easier to breathe. The words are on the tip of his tongue, how he craves moving his lips to hers rather than settling for her forehead. How, even though he knows it's soon and unrealistic, he wants those boys in her stomach to grow up in the manor along side their sister, mother and a step-father who would love them like his own.

Hermione stayed quiet for a few moments soaking in the atmosphere while she observed the little girl. When she'd first begun spending time at the manor, she'd observed how handsome Cassiopeia was. She'd reflected on her being uncommonly pretty, attributing it to Draco's chiseled features. And indeed, she had the long slender nose, high cheekbones and glares that were endearing while frightening. Now, as Cassie played and babbled with an impossibly small house-elf child on the blanket on the lawn, she could see herself. Unconditional love that had already begun bubbling for the child swelled over in the form of salty tears gliding down her cheeks.

Draco is lost in his own little world, fairytale thoughts of a brunette family scurrying about the manor still filling his eyes. It's Hermione's voice that breaks the trance. "Well, what a fucking waste of time and money."

His face dissolved into a perplexed frown. "I'm sorry?"

"That nursery in my flat," she explained wiping the tears from her cheeks. "It's a good thing you have money Malfoy, you're paying for the move."

With a broad smile, Draco reached around her and cradled her gently. Again, he only managed to brush his lips hesitantly on her forehead. An awkward silence settled, but Draco's arms remained around her waist, his hand feathering across her stomach once again. Both were content, for now.

They made plans to have her things moved in the next couple weeks. It had been Draco's idea, Dracos' offer, and Draco's implementation that was making this happen. That didn't stop Hermione's extreme reservations. Three owls, a floos and two discussions per evening centered around Draco's comfort with having a pair of loud newborns, crowding his way of living in the manor. In response to her worried letters, he sent back details of how the successful renovations were going for the nursery. When she flooed in and she started to voice her concerns, he placed a delighted Cassie into her arms and she was silenced. In the evenings, after Cassie fell asleep and it was just the adults, they would talk. They sat before the fire, enjoying conversation before Hermione inevitably ruined the peace. If Draco could diffuse the tension, they retreated in an abated silence to their separate rooms. If Hermione was more highly strung than usual, he managed to lure her into his room...letting her rant or cry until she managed to fall asleep in his arms. After a few days, she either had stopped worrying or if she hadn't, she wasn't talking about it anymore.

Office memos were zipping around her head, dive bombing the file she was working on when she didn't immediately seize them. With a flick of her wand, the six memos were nailed to the wall, their soft paper noses imbedded into the stone. Harry chose that moment to walk into her office. "Geez, Hermione. Don't you think it's time for maternity leave?" Harry said, pulling down her memos before flattening them and adding them to the stack. Hermione glared at his accusation. "How have you been by the way?" he asks taking a seat at her desk. "How are the Granger boys cooking?"

"Quite well based on the amount of exercise they've been up to," she says running a hand over her stomach. "Me, I could really just use a full night's sleep...and another 10,000 galleons for this pension plan I'm trying to fund."

"...And Malfoy? How's he?"

Hermione's eyebrow raised at the same time as her smile grew. It had been like this since she'd mentioned their acquaintance. Every so often, he would inquire after his old rival,a suspicious glint in his eye. "Things there are actually a bit more complicated than I have had time to explain," she said looking through her file and then glancing a the clock on the wall. "Maybe, dinner tonight? I can come by and speak with Ginny and you."

"Complicated? How so? I mean, what's more complicated than having twins?" Harry asked with a laugh.

"Why does everyone assume that because they're twins, they'll be more difficult?" Harry glared, with his own smile growing. "Alright, I know. But really, Harry. Did you think I didn't plan for this?"

"Of course, Hermione," Harry said nodding, more in self-preservation than actual agreement. "All the same, Gin and I were thinking, maybe you'd want to stay with us a while? There's plenty of room at Grimmauld Place – "

She stopped him before he list any more of the excuses Ginny had probably force fed him over breakfast that morning. "We've got it all handled, Harry. I know I haven't been able to update you two, what with everything going on, but I assure you – "

"We?" he stops her, appearing to not have listened to a word after that.

"I know it's a bit unexpected, but – " this time it's not either of the friend's that interrupts the conversation. Hermione's hand flies to her stomach. Harry's eyes follow. They wait in an abated silence as Hermione grinds her teeth and then lets out a groan at the open file on her desk, flicking a page angrily with her hand. "Oh, no. No, not now! I was almost done!"

Harry keeps track of the time and they wait less than ten minutes, counting down the seconds between contractions before Hermione's water breaks, starting a slew of panic in the ministry. She doesn't imagine it could happen so quickly. It's Harry Potter to the rescue once again, when he personally escorts her straight to St. Mungos. After a progression of time no one anticipates, the healers immediately rush her into a room, groaning about the mess left behind when someone delivered in the lobby. The thought sends a spasm of fear through her at the entire process. Harry is lovely, but he's not the first person that comes to mind when she envisions bringing her children into the world. She suddenly craves the presence of her blonde companion.

"I'm going to go owl Ginny and let her know what's going on. If she wasn't so stuffed herself, you know she'd be here," he says giving her arm a squeeze. Hermione nods, biting her lip.

As he turned to leave, Hermione's arm shot out and held him in a vice grip. "Harry," she ground out, as another contraction began to ripple through her. These boys were coming...now. "I need – Draco. Get Draco."

"Malfoy?" Harry asked, with a care to mask the utter confusion on his face. "I know you guys have been friendly of late, but is he – "

"Draco – now!" She screamed really not wanting to dive in to the details of this particular soap opera until after her uterus was shredded to pieces. It suddenly seems stupid that she never told anyone. He's become the most important person in her life and she hasn't told a soul, including him. She just hopes that Harry understands the desperation in her voice and takes it incredibly seriously.

From there, she can't recall the series of events. There are fuzzy remembrances of faces and commands. It's almost as soon as Harry leaves that her legs are up and she's being told that it's time. She knows she pushed, screamed, and then surprisingly quickly, it was over. She vaguely remembers a gloved hand holding hers, but it's unfamiliar...a random witch on duty. She's comforting, stroking her hair and telling her how well she's done. It's rehearsed, part of her job, but in Hermione's post-birth haze, she just wants to sleep.

Two squirming bundles cry out at their new surroundings and she doesn't want to sleep anymore. Hermione also cries, in relief and in pain, in exhaustion and in delight. Baby shrieks rang through the room, Healers cleaning and repairing her as they tended to the boys. A part of her felt empty, void as they performed incantations and administered potions to the three Grangers.

Slowly, both of her arms were filled and the void passed. The warmth of these tiny bundles in her arms, felt so right that she sobbed aloud. Clearing the tears from her eyes, she looked down to see two identical platinum blonde heads. You have got to be fucking kidding me. She took a deep breath and stared into the squinting faces of her beautiful sons. She glanced around, hoping to catch site of a familiar face, but seeing only staff. After the struggle of the boys first meal, she was fed a potion and promptly fell into a deep slumber.

By the time she woke, there was a little body tucked into her side and a hand squeezing hers tightly. As her vision adjusted and eyes slowly opened, she could make out the smooth, pale skin of Draco next to her hospital bed, his...their daughter Cassie snoozing into her side, an arm curled around her deflated midsection. A deep pang resonated in her chest. Her daughter's hair spread across her chest, blending with Hermione's so you couldn't tell where either's began.

"Congratulations, Granger" Draco said, giving her hand a bit of pressure and gesturing to the bouquets and boxes of shop sweets. And of course every single damn one had an emerald green bow. He smirks, not bothering to mention his hand in supplying the sweets. "I would have been here earlier, but Potter used a damn owl. As if floos had never been invented."

"Don't blame him. I think he thought I was going insane," Hermione said rubbing a hand across Cassie's back. "He doesn't even know the entirety of the situation."

"Not even that you're moving in?"

"The week was a little hectic Malfoy. I was going to explain this evening as a matter of fact," she said, letting her shame show. "I should have said something sooner. I just think I wasn't sure how." Draco rolled his shoulders, letting his insecurities drop away with them. This wasn't the time to let his confusion about their relationship come to light.

"The staff keep on about how beautiful the twins are. They haven't been brought back in yet, they wanted to wait until you awoke." Draco said stepping out the door and flagging down a nurse. As he returned to her side, he scooped Cassie's sleeping form from the bed to transfer her to the chair. With a bit of difficulty and some aide from Draco, the new mother managed to sit up a bit before two bins came floating into the room. Harry came strolling in behind, but her tunnel vision only allowed her to see her children.
Her breath caught. The boys. Her boys. And...in time...maybe his too.

They nestled onto the low table next to Hermione's bed and one by one, they were passed into her arms. Soft silver blankets bundled the twins tightly, their bodies stirring very little after the exhaustion that came with being born. "They are beautiful," Draco agreed, having set down Cassie on a comfortable chair. Hermione offered one of the boys up to Draco, who took him expertly.

A medi-witch spoke from the side. "The girls and I were talking. They are the cutest kids born all year! That hair!" As she spoke, she pinched the blanket and pulled it down to reveal a tuft of blonde from the baby in Hermione's arms.

Draco looked as if he were going to faint, his eyes taking in the sight

Harry was the first to speak, his eyes wide on the blonde hair that had captured everyone's attention. "Well, that was unexpected." It was at this point that Harry glanced at the sleeping girl on the sofa. The girl that looked remarkably like Hermione. He'd seen Cassie before, having worked with Malfoy Industries during his time at the Ministry, but it was only now that he made the connection. "Or, maybe I should have seen this one coming." Having pull with the Ministry certainly helped the situation. Harry sent a quick message to the Minister who was able to confirm the obvious. Draco Malfoy was now the father of two, healthy twin boys. And then came a rush of explanations. It was a bit unbelievable having to say that while the pair had never actually had the pleasure of intercourse with one another, they now shared three children. At the mention of sex with each other, Harry couldn't help but notice the way Hermione bit her lip and flushed, or the way Malfoy's eyes darkened. Harry made a few passing statements about letting them have some "family time" and taking care of the press himself, before kissing Hermione on the cheek, shaking Malfoy's hand and making his exit.

A lot of words had been said about his involvement with Granger, most of which had no need for Draco's input. All the better, he had been completely enthralled with the newborns in the room. Once Harry had left, he traded with Hermione and held the other. Hermione explained herself. "I didn't know. I wanted the process to be anonymous, but we never anticipated...this." Boys...he had sons. "I mean even with a limitation on the number of initial participants, the odds are astronomical that you would select my egg at all, let alone I would also select your sperm."

Normally, Draco might have poked fun on Hermione's analysis of such a situation. But right now, all he could do was run his fingertips through the soft blonde patch one his son's head.

"I thought...I just never thought I'd..." Draco said in awe. He stroked the cheek of the child in his embrace. "It doesn't matter. I'm just glad."

"Well, congratulations to you too Draco," she smiled, reaching a hand out.

A moment later, the Healer came in, oblivious to the moment he'd just ruined. "We are finalizing some details for the birth certificates of the twins. First, this was a solo-conception, correct? Mother, Hermione Granger." It seemed like he was talking to himself more than anyone in the room. Hermione snapped her fingers to get his attention as he scribbled away on his papers.

Hermione spoke before he could continue, "Father, Draco Malfoy."

The Healer finally glanced at the occupants of the room. Then he glanced from her to the Malfoy heir, to the children in both of their arms. With a nod, he continued, smartly keeping his mouth shut. "And names?"

"...Leo. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was Leo," Hermione said, nuzzling the oldest little boy.

"Leo, oldest by two minutes. And...this little one?" the Healer said, noting the name on his paperwork.

Draco shuffled him a bit, so Hermione had a clear view. "What do you think?" she asked him, grasping his arm with her free hand. She'd had a few ideas in mind, but there were two of them and it was only fair. "Pick a name."

He smiled a bit, rocking him back and forth. "We've got a theme going here ...How about Scorpius?"

Hermione nods glancing at her little troupe. "Cassiopeia, Leo, and Scorpius...couldn't have asked for a better bunch, could we?" Hermione said.

"Babies!" a shout called from the arm chair across the room. Cassie bounced up and down on the chair, sliding down and wobbling over to her parents and brothers.

With another shuffle, Cassie was given a turn to hold them each. "Meet your little brothers," Draco said, placing Cassie at the end of the bed at Hermione's legs. The new parents held up the boys, though neither of them seemed willing to relinquish both at once, simply swapping hands.

She looked up to her father, brow scrunched. "Brother?" she said pointing to the baby. She shifted her finger to the other boy, "Brother?"

Draco and Hermione nodded, waiting for her response. With a squeal and a sharp clap, she jumped up and down. Shocked by the loud noise, both of Cassie's brother's began to fuss, which the newest older sister took as a personal insult to her. "No crying!" and with that she begins her own set of squeals.

"Yeah, definitely couldn't have asked for a better bunch," Draco said laughing, scooping Scorpius into one arm and sitting beside Cassie who had retreated with her hands clasped over her ears on the couch. Hermione couldn't help but notice the smile on his face as he catered to their children.

Their entire schedule had been pushed up, but as if Draco had predicted the early arrival of the boys, the nursery was completed before Hermione was released, to her exact requirements. As soon as Hermione and the boys had been given the go-ahead, there had been no discussion or question, they all went home to the manor together. Narcissa Malfoy waited at the front with a smile on her face that almost frightened Hermione in it's rarity.
"Gran!" Cassie ran to the woman's open arms. Narcissa looked so in love with her granddaughter, she didn't think she'd ever let her go, until she saw Hermione and the boys.

Without a word and before she even looked at her new grandsons, she opened her arms and embraced Hermione, a tear sliding down her cheek. "Welcome to the family dear," she said so quietly Hermione thought she was imagining it. Before she could ask, Narcissa had caught sight of Leo and Scorpius in their carriers. "Oh! Boys! And two of them!" she squealed, getting close to look at them. She placed her hand to her chest over her heart and let out a gasp. "Absolutely beautiful! Well, what are you standing there for? Inside, inside!"

Without waiting for the new parents, Narcissa had levitated both of the boys and began herding her three grandchildren into the house. Hermione took a step forward to follow, but a hand closed around her wrist, tugging her back softly. She spun into the arms of Draco, freezing at the unexpected proximity. She didn't have time to process as his lips descended on hers, his towering frame dwarfing her entirely. Like a standing cliché, her knees weakened and it was only the arm around her waist keeping her upright. His hand wrapped around the base of her neck, pressing her as closely as he could. They separated slowly and hesitantly, as if breaking the spell would have consequences. Both looked like they wanted to speak, but the beginnings of a baby's wail sounded through the manor.

The couple laughed breathlessly at each other. There would be plenty of time to talk...later. Draco gave her one last meaningful press of his lips on and around her mouth. Then he held his hand out. Graciously, Hermione followed his lead and walked in to be with her family.

(A/N: Wow...Draco is the biological father of the twins? Shocker, right?! Lol. Seriously, I know it's a bit of predictable one, but I had fun with it. Thanks again for everyone sticking with me. I may go back and expand a bit on this one later or something. Maybe add some chapters about Draco and Hermione's blossoming relationship, but for now...this one is COMPLETE!

Seriously though, so floored by all those reviews. Thank you!)