A/N: Oh, you people! Twisting my rubber writing arm for a sequel or epilogue! In truth, though, your requests are one of the best compliments a writer could ever receive. And while my initial reaction to the queries was 'Wha-?' I had a bit of a think, and I came up with an epilogue.

This is dedicated to all of you xx

Trigger: infertility

Easter, two years later

Malfoy Manor

It was a perfect Spring day, and Malfoy Manor sparkled in the sun. The front door and Floo were wide open, with happy house-elves welcoming new arrivals and staggering under the weight of coats, nappy bags, changes of clothes and toys.

Joyful shrieks and peals of laughter sounded in the garden. Dozens and dozens of children, ranging from weeks old to ten years cooed, toddled or ran full-tilt around the lawn, flitting from one toy to another. Mothers watched indulgently from the patio, and fathers gathered on the half-Quidditch pitch to play some friendlies.

Lucius and Narcissa watched the activity from their balcony.

'I'm still not sure I approve of the Manor being turned into a daycare centre,' grumbled Lucius. 'Merlin forbid the litigation costs if someone has an accident.'

Narcissa rolled her eyes. 'There will not be any litigation costs,' she said calmly. 'And even if there were, we could certainly afford them.' She smiled down at the riotous, colourful scene. 'It's just for one day, dear.'

'Hmph.'

Narcissa put her arms around her husband and hugged him. 'Why did we only have one child, darling?' she asked whimsically.

Lucius looked alarmed. 'Because I still haven't gotten over the one we have!'

Narcissa pouted.

'Oh, dear.' Lucius searched his wife's face. 'Are we getting clucky again?'

She didn't deny it. 'I want one so badly, Lucius!'

'Hey.' He kissed the top of her head. 'It'll happen naturally, sweetheart. Don't push it.'

'But it's been two years!'

He sighed. 'I know. Do you think, perhaps, Draco doesn't know how to get Hermione…?'

Narcissa gave him a sceptical look.

'You're right,' Lucius conceded. 'If he didn't know two years ago, I'm sure he's figured it out by now.'

Narcissa crossed her arms. 'If I don't see a pregnant Hermione by Christmas, I will be taking matters into my own hands.'

Lucius supposed he'd better warn Draco that his mother was getting a tad impatient for grandchildren. And that hosting the annual MZ Enterprises Easter Family Day (for children ten years and under) wasn't exactly helping matters any.

'Right.' Narcissa headed into their bedroom and checked her perfect reflection in the mirror. 'Come, Lucius, we need to go downstairs and play host.'

'Do we have to?' he whined. 'The girls always want to plait my hair.'

'Then tie it back.'

'I hate tying it back!' Lucius narrowly stopped himself from stamping a foot.

Narcissa rolled her eyes as she headed to the staircase. She remembered why she didn't have any more children. She already had two.

Hermione clutched Draco's arm in excitement. 'They're here!'

Draco stumbled behind his girlfriend as she dragged him around the patio to greet Géraud, Bastien and their adopted daughter, Amélie, a gorgeous little five-year old with cocoa-coloured corkscrew curls and milk chocolate skin. Every time Hermione saw her, she got a desperate craving for hot chocolate. And children. Not together, you understand.

Amélie, carried by Papa Bastien, screamed 'Tante Mione!' when she saw Hermione rushing up to her, and gleefully held her arms out. Hermione forsook Draco and scooped the gorgeous girl into her arms, pretending to nibble her delicious chocolatey arms and legs. Amélie's shrieks of joy rose octaves.

Draco, wincing slightly, stood next to an indulgent Bastien and Géraud. 'Glad you could all come,' he said, kissing them in the French manner.

'Wouldn't have missed it for the world, darling,' replied Géraud happily. 'Amélie loves to talk with her English friends.'

Draco blinked. 'She's speaking English already?'

Bastien nodded. 'She has an astounding thirst for knowledge. Soaks everything up like a sponge.'

That reminded Draco of someone.

'Of course, it can be a challenge to keep her entertained, sometimes.'

Géraud nodded. 'Yes, we're not sure whether we're looking forward to her magic developing or not.'

Draco smiled, thinking back to his first year at Hogwarts when a tiny but confident female Muggleborn blew everyone out of the water with her magical ability.

Géraud noticed the smile. 'And how are you two?' he asked with little to no subtlety. 'Any chance of a wee little march down a particular aisle, or the pitter-patter of tiny little Granger-Malfoy feet?'

Draco snorted. 'If I had a Galleon for every time I was asked that…'

'It wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference to your bank account.'

'True.'

Géraud looked where Draco's eyes had settled. 'She's very good with children, isn't she?' he asked, a little sadly. Hermione was being dragged by Amélie to the giant sandpit, where a house-elf constructed magnificent sandcastles for the children to decorate. Or destroy. For house-elves, everything is beautiful.

Draco swallowed. 'Yeah.' Then he took a deep breath and turned to Bastien. 'Could I have a quick chat with you, mate?'

'Bien sûr.'

Draco indicated the way inside, and the two men turned to join him.

Draco stopped. 'Um, just Bastien, this time,' he said with pink cheeks.

'Hmph.' Géraud turned his beautiful nose up. 'You know I'll just get it out of him, anyway.'

'I wouldn't want to spoil your fun, then,' Draco grinned.

'Oh, fine. I'll be with the ladies, gossiping.' Géraud flounced off.

Draco led Bastien into his father's study on the ground floor. Bastien, upon closing the door, asked 'What can I help you with?'

Draco leaned against Lucius's desk. 'I need some medical advice.'

'Is this the sort of advice I can give you without you having to remove your clothes?'

'Uh, yes.'

Bastien pulled up a leather armchair and sat down. 'Good. Géraud would never forgive me if I got to see you naked without him. Even in a professional context.'

'I can believe that.'

Bastien spread his arms. 'Go for it.'

Draco looked around the study. 'Hermione and I have been together for two years, more or less. We haven't told anyone, but for the last year we've been trying to conceive. But nothing has happened.' Draco's troubled eyes met Bastien's. 'Could something be wrong?'

Bastien thought. 'There's no straight answer,' he said. 'Infertility, if that's what it is, can be caused by a myriad of things. But before considering those, we need to establish whether you, Hermione, or both, are infertile. Have either of you been tested for it?'

Draco shook his head.

'It's a Muggle test, rather than a Healer's test,' Bastien clarified. 'Still, if Hermione was concerned, I would have expected her to look into it.'

'She's never said anything,' said Draco, almost wishing he hadn't quit smoking.

'Maybe you should discuss the possibility of having the tests with her,' Bastien suggested gently.

Wonderful. That was a conversation to look forward to.

'Worst case scenario,' Draco hedged, 'if one of us were infertile, is there any chance of us having children?'

'Well,' Bastien said slowly, 'in the Muggle world, they have a process where they can use a donor egg, or donor sperm, depending on which of you is infertile, and create a baby with the partner's fertile sperm or egg. However, that would mean that biologically, the baby does not contain the DNA of the infertile person. Do you follow?'

'Yeah,' Draco mumbled. 'I get it. And if both are infertile?'

Bastien looked away. 'Your best option is to adopt.'

Draco thought of Hermione with Amélie. How happy she was with the child. They could adopt. He'd be happy to. But –

He craved a child of their own. A little girl. With her mother's golden skin, and curly hair. And formidable intellect. His eyes, his hair colour. She'd run rings around her doting grandparents. He'd be her slave. Hermione would scold him for spoiling her, then in the following minute she'd do exactly the same thing. She would be loved so much.

Phoibe Malfoy. Shining One.

Fuck. He was going to cry.

Bastien stood up and quietly headed for the door. 'Lock the door after me.'

Draco nodded, and Bastien left.

Hermione sat near the sandpit, watching Amélie and giving enthusiastic feedback when the dear child showed off a particular pattern she'd created on a sandcastle. She watched in amazement as the little girl started gabbling to the nearby children in English, easily forming friendships with the girls – and untying the ribbons from her pigtails so they could be used for castle decorations, which would give Papa Géraud conniptions.

Her gaze wandered around the garden. Like everything Malfoy, it was huge. Including Draco's – she giggled to herself. They'd been trying for a year to have a baby, now. Not seriously, with temperatures plotted and ovulation charts developed, but naturally. It was bound to happen one day.

She hadn't told Draco, but six months in, she saw a specialist in Harley Street in the Muggle world to determine whether there were any problems. There weren't. As far as the doctor was concerned, her oven was ready for a bun.

The garden should have grandchildren running around in it. Not no grandchildren. Ideally, not even just one grandchild. But siblings.

Draco, having slapped himself a few times metaphorically and maybe once or twice physically, was passing through the hall when a very worried Neville and his very pregnant wife Luna arrived.

'Lovely to see you! Thanks for you coming,' greeted Draco, shaking Neville's hand and kissing Luna on the cheek. 'You look absolutely lovely, Luna,' he said admiringly.

'Can you show us where she can sit down?' asked Neville desperately. 'It's not good for her to be on her feet.'

Luna laughed. 'I've just walked from the car park to the front door!' She leaned into Draco confidentially. 'Neville's a bit nervous about the pregnancy. And the birth. And the responsibility of having children.'

Sure enough, Neville seemed to be sweating. 'It's a massive responsibility!' he protested. 'If something happened to you or the baby, I – I don't know what I'd do.'

Luna's beautiful eyes met her husband's. 'Please, darling,' she said gently.

Neville swallowed and tried to breathe.

'Follow me,' Draco said hurriedly, and escorted them to the patio. There, Luna sank into a chair next to Géraud, Ginny, nursing tiny baby James, and Pansy, who was blessed with nine-month-old twin girls. (Blaise was almost unbearable to be around; he was so happy).

'Ah, Neville!' Bastien was standing next to Geraud's seat. 'Come with me to the Quidditch pitch. Draco, are you up for a little game?'

''Course.'

Neville turned white. 'But you can't go!' he said to Bastien, horrified. 'You're a Healer!'

Bastien tried to link his choice of career to any reason why he should not go to the Quidditch pitch, but came up empty. He turned to Draco. 'Are Healers not allowed on your Quidditch pitch?'

'No,' laughed Draco. 'Everyone's welcome, regardless of career. Or, indeed, no career.'

'But Bastien has to stay here!' gasped Neville. 'What if Luna goes into labour? She's due any day!'

'It's just a five-minute walk to the Quidditch pitch,' said Géraud, amused. 'Not that this is my field of expertise, but it's highly doubtful that Madame Longbottom will give birth in the short time it takes for someone to fetch Bastien from the pitch and for him to walk back. Ladies, what do you say?'

'Go to the damn Quidditch pitch, Neville,' said Ginny wearily.

'But – but' – sputtered Neville.

Bastien took Neville's pulse at the wrist and consulted his watch. 'Your blood pressure's not looking very good,' he noted.

'Some fresh air will be good for you, love,' said Luna firmly.

Defeated, Neville let himself be frogmarched by Bastien and Draco to the Quidditch pitch, casting desperate glances backward at every opportunity.

Géraud watched the departing figures and tutted. 'That man's wound up tighter than a cuckoo clock,' he remarked. 'Were your husbands that bad when you had your children, ladies?'

Ginny and Pansy didn't even need to think. 'Yes.'

'Goodness,' sighed Géraud. 'Thank Merlin I missed all that.'

The highlight of the Easter Family Day was the Easter Egg hunt in the Malfoy maze. It was quite an impressive maze, and its intricacies had often bettered many a drunk or wayward Malfoy who thought they were taking a short cut but ended up being rescued, days later, clinging to sanity by a thread.

Therefore, to give the little ones a fighting chance, they were allowed some help. Firstly, a parent or guardian was to accompany each child or group of siblings. In the quite likely event that the parents would probably end up lost, they could use their wands to point them in the right direction. The little kiddies could rely on coloured arrows that pointed them to a spot in the maze where Easter eggs were secreted.

The back-up plan was Lucius, who, standing on one of the balconies overlooking the maze (looking like an aristocratic Rastafarian with his luscious silver hair decked out in dozens of pigtails) would be able to spot a parent sending up an SOS with his or her wand, and the rescue specialists (house elves) would come and get them.

Hermione ran it for the first time last year, and it went off without a hitch or incurring missing employees. And this year was the same. A couple of hours later, excited children ran, and exhausted parents staggered out of the maze, the former clutching piles of chocolate eggs (courtesy of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes), and the latter begging for Firewhiskey.

Hermione, Draco and Narcissa stood in the hallway while the guests said goodbye and made their various ways home. Luna left the premises without giving birth, much to Neville's temporary relief (she went into labour that night). Little Amélie's hair had tangled itself into one big snarl that looked similar to an Afro, which gave Géraud the predicted conniptions.

Blaise and Pansy's little twins were too young for the Easter egg hunt, but Pansy wasn't looking forward to next year's. Blaise sulked because he couldn't go in the maze and snaffle up Easter eggs for himself.

Eventually, the horde departed, and the house elves got busy with the gargantuan clean-up. Hermione sighed happily. 'I think today was a wonderful success!'

Draco kissed her forehead. 'Well done, love. And thank you, Mother, for hosting.' He kissed his mother's cheek.

'Not at all, darling,' Narcissa replied. 'In fact, Hermione dear, I was going to approach you about the possibility of hosting a similar type of event for Christmas.'

Hermione clapped her hands. 'That would be fantastic! We must get together soon and start planning it!'

Behind them, a strangled gasp sounded, followed by a thump.

Bewildered, they turned around and found Lucius out cold on the floor, his many pigtails spread out in a silver halo around his head.

Leaving Narcissa to resuscitate her husband, Draco drew Hermione to one side. 'Fancy going for a walk with me to the centre of the maze?'

Hermione had been meaning to take him to one side, too. 'Sure thing,' she replied. Then she looked at him closely. 'Are you okay? You look a little tense.'

Draco swallowed bravely. 'All good here.'

They held hands and entered the maze.

In the centre of the Malfoy maze was a magnificent water fountain. One of the earlier Malfoys, one of the oddballs that got sorted into Gryffindor at Hogwarts, installed it so that any lost Malfoys would at least have a water supply to keep them going.

Draco and Hermione reached the fountain. Hermione sat on the edge, brushing her hand through the crystal water, while Draco stared off into space.

This was odd behaviour for Draco. She was starting to get worried about him. 'Darling?' she asked. 'There's something I want to tell you' –

'Wait,' interrupted Draco. He turned to her. 'Sorry for interrupting. There's something – well, some things, I want to tell you. They're quite serious.'

Okaaay. Hermione completed the Worry stage, entered the Mild Panic stage. She stood up and clasped Draco's hands. 'What is it?' she said, her voice jumping an octave.

Draco brushed her hands with his thumbs. 'Darling,' he began, (after a few deep breaths and a regret that he hadn't fortified himself with Firewhiskey prior to this) 'I love you with all my heart. These past two years have been the best of my life, and I would love nothing more if I could spend the rest of my life with you.'

Hermione's lips trembled into a smile. 'I love you too, Draco,' she said. 'More than anything.'

Draco swallowed. 'Our lives would be wonderful if we could have children of our own. But for the last year, we haven't been able to succeed.'

Hermione looked up. 'Draco' –

'Please let me finish, love,' he whispered. 'This isn't easy for me. I was going to ask you to marry me.'

His face was not a face Hermione associated with happy proposals. He looked bloody miserable, in fact. 'But' –

'But I can't marry you. At least, not yet. Not until we find out why we haven't been able to conceive. I'll gladly do all the Muggle tests necessary' –

'Draco, please' –

'And if it turns out I'm infertile, then we can use donor sperm to create a baby, and it will be fine, because that baby will be half you, and I'll love him or her as much as I love you' –

Okay, Draco's beginning to babble. Hermione tried again. 'Draco' –

'Or, if it's both of us, we can adopt, like Géraud and Bastien with Amélie' –

'Silencio!' shrieked Hermione.

Draco stood there, stunned, and unable to say a word.

'Sorry,' said Hermione wretchedly. 'But you need to stop talking. I've got something to tell you, and you need to listen to me. Okay?'

Draco nodded warily.

'Promise?'

Draco nodded again.

'Okay.' Hermione ended the charm and stepped up to him. She stood on her tip-toes and placed her hands gently around his face. 'Draco,' she said gently, 'what I wanted to tell you is that I'm five weeks pregnant.'

She kissed him gently on his lips, and let go.

Draco stood there, unable to move. Just one word was spinning around his brain: PREGNANT PREGNANT PREGNANT PREGNANT PREGNANT PREGNANT PREGNANT PREGNANT

'You're pregnant?' he whispered.

Hermione laughed. 'Yes!'

'You're going to be a mother?' he clarified faintly.

Another laugh. 'And you're going to be a father.'

That got through.

'Oh my gods!' Draco cried, and scooped Hermione up in a hug that took her off her feet. He whirled her around and around the maze centre until she begged to be put down.

Oh, right. She's pregnant. He set her gently back on the ground. 'You okay?'

'Of course,' she said, smiling.

Merlin, he almost forgot. He took her hands again.

'Hermione,' Draco said, 'what I said before was true. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to love you, grow old with you, have children with you.'

Tears of happiness welled in Hermione's eyes.

'Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife, my lover, my best friend, forever?' he whispered.

Hermione blinked, and two tears fell slowly down her cheeks. 'Yes, Draco,' she replied. 'I will.'

A ring materialised in Draco's hand, and he slid it slowly onto Hermione's ring finger, barely able to see himself because something was blurring his eyes.

She glanced at the ring. It was simple and elegant at the same time; the sort of result you get when the money you spent on buying the ring could have purchased a country in the South Pacific. The band was unadorned gold, with a bright-white .65 carat diamond in the centre, flanked by two flawless sapphires. It fit her perfectly.

Draco bent and gently kissed her tears away. She turned her mouth to his and tasted her tears on his lips. They held each other so tight that nothing could come between them.

And nothing ever will.

The End.

A/N: And there you have it! NeverNik's Harry Potterisation of 'Sabrina.' Special thanks to LightofEvolution for her support throughout!

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