So, I'm giving you a new chapter because I have a funny little conversation to share with you all. Well, at least I found it funny. I went to my Mom's house yesterday (and returned with containers full of leftovers! Thanks Mom!) But we got to talking, and suddenly she comes out with this:

Mom: Why can't you be more like Emma Watson?

Me: You mean the multi-million dollar movie career?

Mom: No.

Me: The Burberry modeling contract, because I'd take that.

Mom: No.

Me: The Ivy League education? Because I already got my degree four years ago.

Mom: No. The haircut. You should get her haircut. It would look so adorable!

Me: No.

I spent the next five minutes explaining that if I can't pull my hair back into a ponytail, I'm not getting the cut. There is no room for a bad hair day with a pixie cut, and I am beyond prone to bad hair days. Isn't it enough that I already have Hermione hair? I just cut it, and it looks like her hair in the third movie. And when I put on my glasses, I'm Liz Lemon.

Anyway, tangent over. Enjoy the chapter! It's the last one before the Epilogue.

Chapter 13
Christmas morning dawned as two anxious, excited children bounded into the master bedroom. Scorpius was the first to jump on the bed, landing in between Draco and Hermione. He shook Hermione awake first.

"It's Christmas!" he declared. "Wake up." He shook harder until Hermione's eyes blinked open, then he moved on to Draco.

Hermione pulled herself into a seated position and noticed Rose hanging back by the foot of the bed. She beckoned the little girl to her. Rose climbed onto the bed and into her mother's lap.

"Happy Christmas," Rose whispered, kissing Hermione's cheek.

Hermione hugged her close. "Happy Christmas, sweetheart," Hermione replied sleepily. "Happy Christmas, Scor."

Scorpius cocked his head to the side as he watched her. "Can I call you Mummy now?" he asked. "Since you and Daddy got married, I mean."

Draco was beginning to wake beside them. His gaze passed between Hermione and Scorpius, waiting for her answer.

Hermione smiled warmly at the small blonde by her side. "I really want to be your mum, Scor," she told him earnestly.

The smile Scorpius returned stretched from ear to ear, crinkling his gray eyes. "I got my wish from Santa," he replied, throwing his arms around her neck, tackling her into the pillows. "Daddy was right. He's magic."

Hermione hugged Scorpius tightly before pulling away. She moved Rose off of her lap and climbed out of bed. "I think it's time for presents and some breakfast," she decided. Scorpius followed Hermione, but Rose and Draco remained on the bed.

"What do I call you now?" she asked, kneeling beside him.

Draco sat up and put his hand over her smaller one. "I made you a promise that I wouldn't take your dad's place," he said, carefully choosing his words. "I want you to do what makes you the most comfortable."

Rose bit her bottom lip as she glanced down at his hand. "Can I...can I have two daddies?" she asked.

It wasn't until he replied, "Of course," that she looked up, catching the loving look in Draco's eyes. She climbed into his lap and hugged him.

"I love you," she murmured, holding him tighter.

Draco's arms wound around her tiny form. "I love you too, Rosie," he replied, kissing the top of her head. They stayed together in their embrace until they heard Scorpius call out for them. Draco chuckled, and gave her a light squeeze. "I think maybe we should get downstairs. Scor is getting impatient."

When Draco loosened his grip on her, Rose climbed out of his lap. "So, Scor is my brother now, then?" she asked.

Draco threw back his blankets and stood, stretching his tall form. "Yeah, he is," Draco replied, picking her up. "Hope you aren't too bummed."

Rose giggled, resting her head against his. "I don't mind."

They joined Hermione and Scorpius in the living room. Scorpius sat beside the mountain of presents, anxiously glaring at his father for the say so to dive in. Draco set Rose on the floor beside him and joined his wife on the sofa. "Okay, start opening," Draco declared, watching amusedly as Scorpius and Rose began tearing apart wrapping paper.

"So, what did you and Rose talk about?" Hermione asked, leaning in close so as not to distract the excited children.

Draco smirked, kissing her temple. "None of your business," he murmured, turning his attention back to the gift wrap that flew around the living room.

"My kid, my business," Hermione countered, returning his smirk.

"It was nothing," he replied, shrugging nonchalantly. "She wants me to be her dad too."

Hermione smiled, stroking his cheek. "Oh honey, that's not nothing," she murmured. "I'll admit I was sort of afraid of how she would take all of this. We," she passed her hand back and forth between them, "fell in love so fast. I was scared that maybe I was doing the wrong thing, but I could tell weeks ago that she loved you."

"I love her too," he confessed. "Almost as much as I love her mother. Well, maybe just as much, just in a different way."

Hermione leaned in and kissed him. They didn't pull away from one another's lips until they heard the kids groan. "No kissing!" they said in unison. Rolling his eyes, Draco rose from the couch and grabbed Scorpius, hoisting him into the air.

"Breakfast then," he decided, carrying his son to the kitchen as Hermione and Rose followed behind them. Draco put Scorpius in his chair before helping Rose into hers. Then he and Hermione began cooking breakfast - pancakes and bacon and Hermione's homemade cinnamon rolls. Draco handed each child a mug of hot chocolate before plating breakfast for them. The quartet ate, excitedly discussing their gifts and deciding which was the best. When they finished eating, Hermione and Draco cleared the dishes and began washing as Scorpius and Rose ran back to the living room to play with their new toys.

"Do you think Scor was on the right track with the whole Santa being magic?" Hermione asked as she dried each plate Draco handed her.

He shook his head, using his shoulder to push his hair out of his eyes. "I told him that because I didn't think I could actually give him a mother," Draco replied. "Besides, I wouldn't have taken you to be someone who still believes in Santa Claus."

She chose to ignore his last comment. "Yeah, but what if it really was magic that brought us together?" she persisted. "I mean running into each other in the bookshop, and then Ron and me breaking up and us needing a place to stay. We moved in together, dated, got engaged, and got married in three weeks' time. What if there really was magic behind it all?"

He shut off the water, chuckling to himself as he turned to her, resting his hands on her arms. "I would have called it fate," he replied. "What's happened with us, it wasn't some spell. We're good for each other. Perfect, if you ask me. Santa Claus did not bring us together. My son and your nephew did."

Chuckling, she stretched up on her toes, touching her lips to his. "Yeah, you're right," she agreed. "I'm kind of a big fan of fate."

"This has been a really good Christmas season," he mused, kissing her again. "Ya know, I'm kind of afraid of what Scor's letter to Santa is going to look like next year."