Epilogue:
That first delicious weekend was just a taste of what was in store for us. At the beginning, we spent just the weekends together in bed as much as possible. Draco still came around at lunch on Fridays and would flirt outrageously because I was already his. More often than not, I'd close up shop and take him on that cozy little loveseat in the back where I first told him I was falling for him. We got inventive and he also took me standing against the bookshelves, or flat on my back on the desk in my office. He would accompany me home and we'd wait for Harry to arrive. We made sure to have a proper dinner, and catch up on the week before feasting on dessert.
Harry was so awesome in all this. He encouraged me to get my fill of Draco alone. I practically came on the spot when he told me he wanted me to come home and to him in bed after having had Draco. I insisted he do the same and they did. Sometimes we would wake up to find Draco curled up around one of us. He'd get lonely in that huge Manor and instead of missing us, he'd floo over. We were always happy to accommodate him. It got to the point where we told him to just move in because it was easier.
We decided to take it to the next level, which was to make our relationship public. We knew it would cause a major sensation. The press had had a field day years ago when we, two thirds of the Golden Trio were outed as being together. We knew the Wizarding World would lose their shit over the fact that there was once again a Golden Trio with a permanent addition in the form of a tall, pale, ridiculously handsome Draco Malfoy. We also knew that while he was considered one of the Wizarding World's most sought after Wizards, he was also unfortunately still be viewed as an Ex-Death Eater. Harry and I decided that we had to show them all that he was so much more than that. We decided to have dinner at the trendiest new restaurant in Diagon Alley. We made sure that we got photographed sitting in a cozy corner, me in the middle of the two sexiest, most eligible Wizards according to Witch Weekly. I made sure to show they weren't anymore and got kisses from them both, while they would give each other a touch here and there and eyefuck the whole time. We were blinded by all the flashes of the cameras when Harry grabbed Draco's face and kissed him full on the mouth while his arms were around the both of us. We wanted there to be no doubt we were all together.
When it became apparent that we definitely planned to be together for the rest of our lives, we all decided to get a new place to signify new beginnings. We got a lovely place that straddled both the Wizarding World and Muggle London. We found ourselves spending more and more time there since Muggles didn't know and didn't care who we were. Our bedroom had the biggest bed you ever saw. And more often than not, we all slept together at night. I often got the best spot which was right in the middle of my two sexy men. We also each had our own rooms when we wanted time to ourselves, which admittedly wasn't often. It was still nice to have that option, because we certainly had the room.
There was still too much whispering, pointing, and outright staring but we handled it. A glare from Harry, Auror Extraordinaire, stopped most of that nonsense immediately. Sometimes he had to throw his weight around as the The Savior of the Wizarding World too, especially when a particularly nasty article would get published. Draco had developed a thick skin from years of public scorn and held himself with dignity, but still threw out an occasional signature sneer . I couldn't care less, and sometimes I had to resist the urge to throw a hex or two. That was when I held on to Draco and Harry a little tighter, my head held high and making it obvious they were both worth it. In the end, the only opinions that mattered to me were that of Harry and Draco. Eventually, we were old news and were able to live our lives as normally as the most famous Wizards and Witch could.
A few months after, Harry and Draco gave me a joint engagement ring with one exquisitely large round diamond, the band made of alternating rubies and emeralds. We had our own commitment ceremony where we vowed to love each other until death do us part. We all wear rings that Draco had designed and were goblin made. The rings were made of white gold (the silver color to honor Slytherin and the metal for Gryffindor). They were engraved with the ancient rune symbols for magic, joy, light within, harmony, and of course, love.
About a year later, our trio became a family when Harry and I had a girl that we named Lily to honor his Mother. With her curly brown hair and emerald green eyes, she was quite the stunner. She was brave, inquisitive, and would definitely be sorted into Gryffindor once headed to Hogwarts. Sometimes she would ask a question that had all three of us stumped. She was happiest with her head in a book, just like me. When she was old enough, she would accompany me to the bookshop and was the best little helper. It was ironic that Lily would run to Draco when she wanted something, knowing that he was wrapped around her little finger. She really was the best of Harry and me and I think that also helped her cause with him.
A couple years later, Draco and I had a boy named Scorpius to honor the Black tradition of naming children after constellations. Both of my gorgeous husbands shared responsibilities for the children and they were both called Dad. Draco was ecstatic to finally have an heir. He was the handful, showing definite signs of Slytherin cunning, but he also exhibited Draco's best traits which were kindness and a huge capacity to love. He was devastatingly handsome just like his father, with that signature Malfoy hair, but the biggest chocolate brown eyes you ever saw. I joked Draco he would end up being the first Malfoy Hufflepuff and he would just widen his eyes at me and smirk out a firm "NO." When he got on his first training broom and took off like he was born to ride it, Harry and Draco both looked at each other and knew they had a future Quidditch star to train. I just held my breath and hoped my son wouldn't seriously injure himself way up there in the sky. Even I had to admit, he looked stunning on his broom, so carefree and joyful, just like his Dads when they flew. When it came time to show him the basics of Quidditch, Scorpius seemed to pay a bit more attention to Harry, which made Draco clutch at his heart and then turn to me for consolation. During one session, those kisses deepened and Draco grabbed my hand and was leading me inside with a smirk and a wave to Harry standing there with the children. He just shook his head and glared at Draco. Then he took it in stride, smiled and savored his alone time with our kids.
Lily was very protective of Scorpius and took on the role of big sister seriously. He in turn adored her for all the attention she lavished on him. Later on, they became co-conspirators and we had to constantly remind them that just because they were our children didn't mean they could get away with everything they did. A look from me usually put them in their place. Their Dads were the pushovers, but they had my back when it came to the important things, like showing them a united front when they tried to pit us against one another as children try hard to do. Maybe both of them would be Slytherins after all.
I thank the gods for every day I get to share with Harry and Draco, the children, and the love our very unconventional family shares.
