You may have noticed that I didn't mark this as complete. I was teetering on the edge with that decision. However, the inspiration struck for a short epilogue and I cooked this up last night. I hope you all have a very happy New Year's!

As always, thank you so much for your kind words. You give me confidence that I can actually do this think called writing. I don't know what I'll write next but for now it's back to editing my original work. Here's to hoping next year brings new opportunities. :)

Epilogue
Two Years Later

Hermione bounced on her booted feet as she waited for Draco outside the coffee shop. Even with the new gloves that Narcissa had gifted her over Christmas and a light warming charm, her hands were still rather cold. Paris was frigid this time of year but the falling snow and the lights had a brilliant smile on her face.

"Sorry," Draco muttered as he came up behind her, two cups of hot chocolate steaming in his hands. He passed her one and she looped her arm through his as they began their walk.

"Oh, thank Merlin," Hermione breathed after her first sip. "I think my insides were nearly frozen."

He smirked down at her, "Well, you were the one who insisted we go for a walk before meeting everyone back at the hotel."

"I missed Paris this time of year. It was hard enough to coordinate our friends and family getting away for New Year's but I needed some time alone with you."

Draco quirked a curious pale brow at that comment and his mouth twisted. "What moronic thing have I done now that I'm unaware of? And it better not be about the toilet seat again."

Hermione made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. "Draco, it was three in the morning and I bloody fell in!"

He groaned loudly and rolled his eyes skyward. She was never going to let him live that down. Her screaming nearly had his ears bleeding by the time he found her flailing and cursing his name. She showered twice before she said she didn't feel the disgust of having sat in toilet water anymore.

"I found the right charm to make sure the seat goes back down whether I remember or not," he reminded her. "Let's allow this one to die, yeah?"

Hermione pulled a deep breath in through her nose and released it past her lips into the cold. She watched the tendrils of air before they disappeared and she stopped them in their walk. They were near the Eiffel Tower and only blocks from their hotel.

"Fine," she waved a dismissive hand. "I'll let it go until I need to remind you once again that you can be an idiot sometimes, no matter how much I love you."

"That's all I ask," he smirked at her. He brought his hot chocolate to his lips for a sip as he watched her.

Hermione chewed the corner of her lower lip as she shuffled from foot to foot. She could feel his eyes on her but he knew better than to force her to speak before she was ready. She looked up finally, her brown eyes hardened in their resolve and her Gryffindor bravery rearing its head.

"You know, you scared me when you fell off that blasted broom last week."

Draco snorted, "Seriously, Hermione? How many times have I come home with bruises or worse after playing quidditch with those two morons you call friends?"

She pursed her lips and her eyes narrowed. "Don't you think it's time to stop playing that silly game anyway? Someone's going to get hurt for real one day. Harry and Ginny just had James six months ago and I know it makes her nervous the way you jostle him on his broom. Forgive either of us for not wanting to be widowed before we've even reached thirty."

"You're being a bit dramatic, love," he crooned teasingly. "And we don't have children so what's the extra worrying about, huh?"

Draco watched as her eyes darted from his and she focused on the snowy ground. A pale brow lifted curiously and he reached up to scratch at his temples where his hat was rubbing.

He tipped his head in question. "Hermione?"

Her throat bobbed and for a moment he swore her eyes were glossed over.

"What if I was, Draco," she whispered.

She bit her lip as his eyes widened slightly and she followed the movement of his free hand when he reached for his wand. She glanced around them to make sure no muggles were near and was thankful that the muggle repelling charm seemed to have stuck when she cast it outside of the coffee shop earlier.

Draco flicked his wrist around her midsection and watched patiently as a red mist enveloped her. He nearly dropped his wand in shock before he shook himself of it. He stowed his wand and vanished the remainder of his drink before he took her shoulders in his hands and leaned down to meet her eyes better.

"Hermione, you're pregnant?"

She swallowed hard as she studied his wide eyes and nodded. She released a gasp when he crushed her to his chest, nearly spilling her drink before she was able to wrap her arms around him. He squeezed a relieved sigh from her before she felt him tilt his head enough to pepper soft kisses along her forehead, cheeks, and nose until he found her lips.

"I didn't think it was possible to love you anymore than I already did," he breathed when he finally calmed enough to rest his cheek against her hair.

Hermione released a breathy laugh, thankful for the positive reaction. She knew he wanted children, too, but it was a surprise when she found out as they'd not exactly been trying yet. There was always that irrational fear that maybe he wouldn't be ready or wouldn't want this as much as she did once she realized it was all real.

She was wiping tears from her eyes when he finally took a step back. His bare hands were soon on her face and wiping the hot trails for her.

"Your hands are freezing," she laughed lightly.

"Sorry," he smiled. Nothing could stop his smile now. Not even the prospect of having to spend his New Year's Eve with her friends and their families.

"You've been saying that since Christmas," she joked.

Draco shrugged his shoulders but he looked so light and happy. "Yeah, well, you probably were right about it being a bad idea to gift your dad a wizarding chess set."

Hermione shook her head and pulled a calming breath in again. "I'm so glad you're happy about this."

"Why in Merlin's saggy Y-fronts wouldn't I be," he asked, an incredulous look overtaking him for the moment.

"Okay," she pointed a finger at him, "you'll have to stop saying things like that once our child is old enough to start talking. But it was just an irrational fear. I know you wanted children but this was a surprise."

"Hermione, we've been married for two and a half years now. Planned or not, I can find no reason not to be stupidly overjoyed by this brilliant news."

"Good, good," she nodded.

She vanished the remainder of her now cool drink and took his arm again, leading them in the direction of their hotel where friends and family were waiting.

"I bet it happened that night after we had dinner with Pansy and her fiancé," Draco speculated with a grin. "You were so angry. I don't actually remember you casting a contraception charm."

Hermione shot him a perturbed look. "Draco, even your mother agreed with me that what she said about the two of you dating at Hogwarts was inappropriate for dinner in front of your respective partners."

"I'm not disagreeing," he argued, his free hand up in surrender. "I changed the subject quickly. But I won't deny enjoying your fire that night."

She sighed heavily as they reached the entrance to their muggle hotel. "You're incorrigible."

"And soon-to-be father to the next Malfoy heir," he smirked.

"Granger-Malfoy," she reminded him as they passed the doorman. "We'd decided that ages ago."

"I know, I know," he muttered with an eye roll.

Truthfully, he didn't care. Draco of ten years ago would have scoffed at the idea of his children bearing both his and their mother's name. He also would have been up in arms about his wife not taking his name. But that boy was long gone.

"Are we telling everyone," he asked as they stepped into the lift.

Hermione nodded as she took her gloves off and stowed them in her coat pocket. "I think it's okay to now. I'm eight weeks. Only four more weeks before I'm into the second trimester."

Draco's eyes grew as the lift chased floors to the top level. He'd paid a quite a few pounds in order to house her two closest friends and their wives, his mother, her parents, and Blaise and his wife. However, as all of their family and friends now knew, whatever Hermione wanted, Draco would make sure she got it. If she wanted to spend New Year's with everyone, he'd bloody well make it happen. Even if that meant bribing Potter and Weasley quidditch with tickets that he'd have rather kept for himself.

And now he knew why she wanted them all together.

"You've known for how long?"

"Just the last few weeks," she assured him with an apologetic smile. "I was saving the news."

"Hmm, could have told me on Christmas," he grumped.

She bumped her shoulder against his side playfully. "Yes, but we met again in Paris. Call me emotional but I thought it would be fitting to tell you here."

Draco rolled his eyes but didn't disagree. He followed her to their room and braced himself for all of the crying and emotions that the news would soon bring them. It was one thing to share his emotions with his wife, but he wasn't keen on doing so with everyone else.

Hermione unwound her scarf from around her neck as they entered the sitting room where they'd left their friends and family. A round of 'hellos' and 'what took you so long' followed as they were greeted back into the fold.

Coats, scarves, and hats dropped on the nearby chair, Hermione took Draco's hand as they faced them all together. Their two mothers were watching them expectantly and soon so were Ginny and Harry. Everyone else seemed absorbed in the wizarding chess game going on between Blaise and Ron.

"Oi," Draco shouted when he finally lost his patience. "We have news for you sorry sods! Pay attention!"

The lot of them looked up from the game finally, curious looks all around.

"If you two are going to announce that you're renewing your vows or some other sappy rubbish, I'm leaving," Blaise warned jokingly.

He dodged Daphne's hand when she made to swat at him and waved his hands for the couple to continue.

Draco's lip curled in mild irritation which only made Blaise grin more. However, he blanked his expression when Hermione tugged on his hand.

"Merlin," she muttered to herself. "Anyway, we won't distract you for long. I just told Draco and since everyone was together, we thought we'd just tell you all now."

"Hermione's pregnant," Draco shouted before she could finish.

He laughed and dodged her wand when she made to flick it in his direction. He ran off to stand behind one of the sofas as the women all made various noises from squeals to sobs (their mothers). He even shook Ron's hand for once when the redhead put it out in congratulations.

"Oh, the first grandchild," Mrs. Granger cried after she hugged Hermione.

Hermione's eyes widened when she watched Narcissa embrace her mother and together the two of them cried. Her father merely stood by shaking his head.

"That still disturbs me," Draco admitted, back at her side again as Ginny finally got her chance to hug her.

"It disturbs us all, Malfoy," Ginny joked.

But truthfully, Narcissa had softened over the last two years and even insisted that Draco invite the Grangers all to Christmas lunch this year. Hermione had been rather taken aback with how easily their mothers got along in the short period of time they'd been acquainted. Apparently, bonding over your children and the questionable things they'd done in adolescence could bridge any culture gap.

The commotion died down eventually and Hermione drifted towards Draco who was seated in an overstuffed armchair near the electric fireplace.

"Strange things, these muggle fires," he muttered when she squeezed her way half in the chair and half on his lap.

She smiled as she kissed his cheek and rested her head on his shoulder. "Quite brilliant if you ask me."

Draco wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. "Are you tired?"

"A bit," she admitted with a nod.

They were silent for a while as they watched the flickering flames. "Are you happy, Hermione," he asked.

Her mouth curled into a little smile, "More than I can possibly put into words, Draco."