A/N: Don't kill me. It's been on a two year hiatus and reading through the story, I feel like my style of writing has changed over the years and that the story doesn't really flow for me. That being said, I'll probably rewrite the story and post it as a separate story. This is basically me tying up loose ends in a haphazardly written epilogue.

~One and a Half Years Later~

A tug at her pants alerted Hermione of another person's presence in the room. Then another. Then another. She looked down to see the beaming face of three toddlers all clamouring to grab her attention. She bent down and cooed at each, tickling their bellies until each were chortling with laughter.

Evidently, Scorpius was the ringleader; Ara and Leo had only begun to understand the use of their lower limbs and were currently precariously balanced. Their chubby fingers gripped onto her pant legs in a feeble attempt to stay upright. Leo fell down first, whimpering in pain whilst Scorpius and Ara laughed at him. Rather Scorpius was laughing at his little brother; Ara was laughing in confusion. Leo, not happy with his twin sister's reaction, pulled Ara down by the end of her pink shirt, and she too fell down. Scorpius continued to laugh, whilst the twins loudly bawled in pain. There was, after all, only so much a nappy could cushion.

As Hermione moved to comfort her crying children, she heard soft padding behind her. Scorpius grinned toothily at his daddy and scrambled over to his legs. He craned his neck to look at Draco. "Up, daddy, up." This was accompanied with the opening and closing of his hands. Draco surveyed the scene in front of him. Hermione was crouched on the floor, with two children bundled in her arms. Each had tear-stained cheeks and were babbling aimlessly at her, whilst she attempted to calm each of them down with soothing movements of her hands up and down their back. Draco bent down to pick up his oldest son.

"Scorpius, did you do any of this?"

At this, the boy shook his head. "Ara and Leo just felled down."

"Did they know?" asked Draco sceptically. His girlfriend was now standing up; stumbling slightly as two pairs of arms encircled her legs. Ara and Leo were facing opposite directions, obviously miffed at the antics of their twin. He walked over to her and placed a lingering kiss on her full lips. "Morning, beautiful."

Hermione moaned into his mouth. "Morning, Draco."

Scorpius squirmed in his father's arms until he was facing his mother. "Good morning, Mummy." He said and leaning dangerously away from his father, gave her a sloppy kiss. Hermione chuckled. "How are you, little man?"

Any response from Scorpius was cut off by Ara and Leo whining loudly. They obviously hated not having their mother's attention placed firmly onto them. Balancing Scorpius on his hip, Draco leaned down and scooped Ara up in his other arm, and kissed her cheek as a good morning. She was obviously pleased with the attention as she snuggled herself into the crook of her father's neck. In turn, Hermione picked Leo up and continued lightly scratching his belly, causing him to burst out laughing again.

"Now that all the Wrackspurts are awake, should we go eat breakfast?" asked Draco. This earned him a smack from Hermione. "Don't call our children Wrackspurts."

Draco leaned down to give her a kiss as an apology. "They do encourage us to think positive thoughts though." Before Hermione could assault him again, he raced to the kitchen with the squeals of Ara reverberating around the house.

Hermione looked at the sole child in her arms. "Whatever are we going to do with your father, Leo?" Her response was a mixture of 'dada' and gurgles.

Breakfast was a messy affair to say the least. Hermione and Draco would spend the rest of the morning cleaning porridge off the walls. Leo and Ara had somehow bickered resulting in stuff being thrown around, namely porridge; Scorpius had decided that he also wanted some fun in his morning and had joined in by throwing around his porridge. Shortly after all the children had been cleaned, they had been hustled off to the Potter's (much to Draco's chagrin), leaving the two to clean up to kitchen without the disturbance of three children.

The half an hour job had turned into a four hour one when Draco had pressed himself onto her and had begun to kiss down her neck. Hermione had resisted the temptation to rid him of his clothes, insisting that the walls had to be cleaned quickly before the porridge stained. This, of course, was ridiculous considering that the walls could be cleaned with a simple Scourgify. Living in a muggle neighbourhood, however, meant that they had to be more wary of their usage of magic. Hermione had finally relented when he had kissed his way down to her hips. Knowing that at the rate they were going that they wouldn't make it to the bedroom, they had used the kitchen island instead.

After they had finally cleaned the kitchen, the couple was snuggled on the love seat; Hermione had her head in the juncture between his neck and shoulder whilst Draco alternated between kissing her temple and playing with a strand of her chestnut hair that he had caught between his fingers. "Do you want to go out tonight?" he asked suddenly.

Hermione shifted so that she could glance at his aristocratic face. She placed kisses on his jawline, then a final one on his lips. "What were you thinking?"

"Dinner. At the new place on Diagon Alley." He, too, began kissing down from her temple to her lips. Hermione gently kissed him back, moaning when he nipped at her bottom lip.

"I'll see whether Harry and Ginny can look after the kids for tonight then."

"No need. I've already asked."

Hermione pulled back and narrowed her eyes at him. "You planned this, you cheeky bastard."

He leant forward and nipped at her lips again. "Indeed I did."

"Bastard."

"Your bastard."

Hermione nodded her head in agreement. Yes, indeed. Her bastard.

After much fluster, Hermione had settled on a white blouse with a grey maxi skirt, her waist accentuated by a thin white belt. Her hair was pulled back into a low chignon bun with tendrils of hair framing her face. She had finished off her outfit with a gold ear cuff and a heavy round evening necklace. Burgundy lips and some mascara was her choice of makeup. She had just put on strappy white heels, when there was a knock at the door. Draco entered and gazed at her with a small smile playing on her lips.

"Maybe I should cancel the dinner reservation I had and just spend the evening in here instead." He said brazenly.

"Tempting." She said as she leant in towards his ear. "But I'm hungry, mister." With that she looped her arm around his waist, and directed him out of the room. "Maybe later, though." She winked at him.

"I bloody well hope so, Granger." He smoothed down the invisible creases of his all black dinner suit then reached for her so that they could Apparate to Diagon Alley.

Dinner was a quiet meal, in a secluded corner of the restaurant away from the general noise of the restaurant. All throughout the meal, though, Hermione could tell that her boyfriend was nervous about something, as he played with his food.

"Sweetie, don't play with your food." She reprimanded in a tone that she reserved for her children. He grunted in response, yet continued. Hermione rolled her eyes as she went back to her chicken and black truffle risotto.

Draco suddenly cleared his throat, and Hermione found him kneeling on one knee beside her, a small black velvet ring box in one hand. Her astonishment allowed for him to drag her into a standing position. He clasped her hand and looked her in the eyes.

"Granger, will you become a Malfoy? Will you marry me?"

~Half A Year Later~

The wedding was small, with only a handful of their closest friends and family in attendance. As expected, Blaise Zabini stood at the head of the alter as best man, whilst Ginny executed her role as maid of honour with ease. Mr and Mrs Granger sat in the front row of chairs, their eyes glossing over as they watched their only baby get married. Narcissa Malfoy sat beside them, her approval of the marriage evident in her eyes (she would, however, never disclose this information to anyone). Scorpius and Leo had wandered down the aisle as the ring men; Ara was simply happy to be dressed in a pretty dress.

And at the end of the reception, Draco would glance at his family and wonder what he had done to deserve them. He would then receive an envelope from his wife (he liked the sound of that) and allow tears to escape as he kissed his wife at the announcement of her pregnancy. He would then proceed to escape from his very own reception with Hermione Granger-Malfoy, and would stay in the bedroom of the chateau for two days straight; the first day was because of their rendezvous, the second simply because they could not walk. Nevertheless, all was well – because of a boy.

A/N: That's the end. Yay! I finished my first multi-chap fic. I can't actually believe how long it took for me to write this thing but I did so big gold star for me. Yes, I shamelessly used the ending of HP as the ending of this fic, but it seemed like an appropriate way to end. Pictures of Hermione and Draco's getup are on my profile. Thank you all who have read this and hope you enjoyed the rather weird epilogue of Because of a Boy.