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CHAPTER 25-

Once again, Hermione and I found ourselves sat in the maternity ward of St. Mungo's, waiting to be taken through for an ultrasound. Hermione was gripping my hand tightly, making it go whiter than it normally was.

'Hermione, there's nothing to be worried about.'

She nodded and bit her lip, resting her head on my shoulder and placed one hand over her bump, stroking it with the pad of her thumb. I placed a hand over hers and she smiled. 'We're going to be parents.'

'And you're only just realising that now?' She elbowed me just as Madame Scott came over to us.

'Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger, please come through.' I took Hermione's hand and we followed the medi-witch into the small maternity room, Hermione lying down on the bed and rolling up her blouse straight away. 'You can find out the sex of the baby today. Would you like me to tell you or not?' We both nodded and she smiled. 'Alright, bear with me.' She placed the cold gel on Hermione's stomach and began moving the small device that was linked up to the screen over it. Hermione squeezed my hand as we watched the screen, seeing our children.

'They're beautiful.' I agreed with Hermione, wiping away the tears on her face that had begun to fall.

'Are you sure you want me to tell you the gender of the twins?' We consented once more and Madame Scott had a good look at the screen. 'One boy and one girl. Congratulations. Shall I print off the ultrasound for you?'

'Oh, ermmm, yes. Three copies.' I wiped the gel of Hermione's tummy, hugging her after she stood up. 'I love you.' She smiled and kissed me, pulling away after she saw that the ultrasound scan pictures were ready.

'Thank you, Madame Scott.'

'It's my pleasure. Go and book another appointment at the reception.' We did as the medi-witch said and left the ward hand in hand, not being able to stop grinning.

The day after, we decided to decorate the spare room ready for the twins, so we took a trip to B & Q. After picking up some brushes, we stood in front of the paint charts.

'Green and gold?' I suggested.

'Don't you think that's a bit too much for a room?' I agreed.

'I want some part of it to be green though.' Hermione laughed and squeezed my hand.

'How about we have a green feature wall and the other three as cream?' I grinned and we grabbed the paint and headed home, changing into some old clothes before we began painting.

Hermione started on the cream whilst I painted the green on the largest wall, pausing every minute to watch her. She was wearing leggings and an old Slytherin jersey of mine that shifted up her body whenever she reached up to get the highest spots on the wall, giving me a nice view of her creamy coloured back.

'You missed a bit.'

Hermione turned around to look at me, then back at the wall with her brows furrowed. 'Where?'

I went over to her, wrapping a hand around her waist, pretending to look at the wall. 'There.' I painted a green stripe on her cheek and she scowled at me.

'It's on, Malfoy.' We began painting each other on whatever skin was bare, laughing as we went. Hermione dropped her paint brush and hugged me, nestling her head into the crook of my neck. 'I love you, Draco.' She kissed me, caressing my face after she pulled away. She was covered in green paint and her hair was a mess; she had never looked more beautiful.

'Wait here.'

'Draco?' I ran into our bedroom and grabbed the ring box out of a drawer before going back into the spare room. 'Are you...' She trailed off as she saw the ring box in my hand. I got down on one knee, opening the small velvet box simultaneously.

'Will you marry me?'

I looked up at Hermione, who had now covered her mouth with her hands and was nodding, eyes filling with tears. 'Yes!' I slipped the ring onto her finger and kissed her, lifting her into my arms and walking towards the bathroom. 'I was wondering when you were going to ask.' I laughed and kissed her again. 'Where are we going?'

'The shower.'

'But we haven't finished decorating yet!'

'Trust me, we both need a shower. You'll enjoy it.' I kissed her neck and she gasped, moving her hands under my t-shirt.

We didn't make it as far as the bathroom.

That night, Mrs Brandwood-Spencer, who I now called Julie, was coming round for tea as well as my mum, Fenrir, and Hermione's parents, planning on telling about the gender of the twins. Like the last time her parents came for dinner, Hermione was running around the house, making sure everything was clean and tidy. I cornered her in the study.

'Hermione. It won't matter what you do, your dad won't care.'

'But my mum-'

'You can't please everybody. Sit down, I want to talk to you about something.'

She sat down on the desk, nudging my laptop out of the way first. 'Is everything okay?'

'Yes.' I smiled at her before continuing to tell her what I had been thinking about for a while now. 'I know this is probably a bit early to be thinking about this, but I was wondering if we could ask Julie to be the twins' godmother.'

Hermione held out her hand to me and I took it before she pulled me into kiss her. 'I thought you were going to suggest that. I agree, we should ask her today. And I know that we haven't properly discussed names for the twins yet, but I was wondering if our daughter's middle name could be Olivia.' I smiled, kissing my fiancée.

'Brilliant idea.' I kissed her again, standing in between her legs as she sat on the desk still, smoothing my hands up her thighs and underneath her blue dress. I pulled away from her mouth and kissed down her neck and she grabbed my shoulders.

'You're creasing my dress.' She whispered in between moans.

'Like you care.'

'I do actually. My mu-'

I kissed her lips again, squeezing her hips and bringing her body closer to mine. 'Please do not talk about your mother again. You don't need to impress anybody.' I felt her smile against my skin, about to kiss her again when there was a knock at the front door.

'I'll get it.' She pushed me away and smoothed out her blue dress and hair, smirking at me. 'You might want to stay in here until you've sorted yourself out.' She glanced down at my crotch with raised eyebrows and I glared at her, watching her hips sway as she left the room, not exactly helping my situation. It took a few deep breaths and several thoughts about Voldemort before I could leave the study, seeing my mum, Fenrir and Julie all sat on the settees in the living room.

'Evening, everyone.' They all smiled at me, my mother ushering my over to kiss my cheek.

'Congratulations, darling.' She was grinning, and it wasn't just because Fenrir had told her the other day that he loved her.

'What for?'

'I saw the Malfoy ring on Hermione's finger.' Both Fenrir and Julie congratulated me, Hermione coming in with a tray of glasses and a wine bottle.

'Why are we congratulating Draco?' She asked. I smiled and kissed her cheek, touching the silver band with a diamond in the centre and two emeralds either side of it that rested on her left ring finger. 'Oh.' She blushed and handed out the wine, thanking everyone as they congratulated her.

'How are the twins?' Asked Julie, smiling as she saw Hermione's growing baby bump.

'They're good, thanks. We're having a boy and a girl.' Hermione glanced up at me, handing me an empty wine glass as she held the bottle. 'Shall we ask her?' I nodded and wrapped and arm around Hermione's waist.

'Julie, we wanted to ask you two things. The first is that we were wondering if you would be the twins' godmother. Secondly, we wanted to ask your permission to use Olivia as our daughter's middle name.'

Julie beckoned the two of us over and hugged us, tears in her eyes. 'I'd love to be a godmother, and if Olivia could speak, I know that she would be thrilled that your daughter will share a name with her. Because of her.'

We thanked Julie and the two of us went to the kitchen, checking on the cooked food. Hermione opened the oven and took out the chicken pies and I put away my wine glass, reaching for two normal glasses and the bottle of coke.

'You can drink wine, Draco.'

'If you can't have it, then neither am I.' She laughed and I kissed her cheek, helping her serve up the food onto the plates. There was another knock on the door and Hermione physically paled. 'You finish up in here. I'll go and let your parents in.'

I went out into the hallway and opened the front door, immediately greeted with the smile of Mr Granger and the sour disposition of Mrs Granger. The last time we had met was five months ago and she chucked me out her house because I'd got her daughter pregnant. 'Good evening, Steve, Mrs Granger.' Steve shook my hand and Hermione's mother walked straight past me and into the dining room.

'Good to see you again, Draco.' He began to follow his wife, but I grabbed his arm.

'Not meaning to be rude, but Hermione's been upset because you haven't been in contact.'

The older man sighed. 'I know, it's just… Jean…' He shrugged and went into the dining room and I went back into the kitchen.

'How are my parents?' Hermione asked.

'Your dad is as nice as always and your mother is as equally as charming.' She shook her head and I gave her a hug. 'Try not to think about it. We need to make you stress-free to keep our children healthy.' She smiled and kissed my cheek.

'You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you talk about them like that.' I smiled and we took the plates through to the dining room and began to eat with the others, Mrs Granger keeping her eyes fixed firmly on her food until towards the end of the meal, when her husband mentioned the babies.

'So, do you know what you're expecting?'

'A baby boy and a baby girl.'

'Congratulations! I can't believe that I'm going to be a grandfather to two children instead of one.' Steve's happiness was cut short when his wife piped up.

'Just a thought, Draco, but how many girls have you gotten pregnant before?' Everyone around the table put down their knives and forks, now staring at Hermione's mother.

'Only Hermione, and I plan on keeping it that way.'

'Yes, I see that.' Well, she had acknowledged the engagement ring. 'Your ring is a bit boring, Hermione.'

Hermione looked up at her mother, narrowing her eyes. 'It's the Malfoy ring. It's been in Draco's family for generations. And I like it.'

'Well, of course you would.' Mrs Granger pushed her food around her plate with her fork. 'The children's names. Will they be normal?'

'We haven't decided on names yet, but we have decided that the children's first names will be linked to constellations and stars. It's traditional in the Black family to do so.'

'And middle names?'

Hermione gripped my hand under the table before replying. 'We have decided that our daughter's middle name will be Olivia.'

Mrs Granger smiled. 'Good. A nice normal name.'

'Actually, Olivia is the name of a witch that is very close to this family.' Julie pursed her lips after she finished speaking, obviously trying to hold back from cursing the other woman.

'That's all I need to hear then.' She stood up, throwing her napkin onto her plate, still with food on. 'Come on, Steve, we're going.'

Hermione stood up too. 'But mum, you haven-'

'For the last time, it's mother!' Hermione moved backwards, her mother approaching her. 'Can't you get anything right? First you go to this magic school, then you work for some government that no one's ever heard of before dating your school bully and getting knocked up by him! If I had known that you were going to be a witch, I would have had an abortion. In fact, I wouldn't pass up on the opportunity to make you abort these pieces of filth.'

Mrs Granger made to punch Hermione's tummy but I jumped up, standing in between them. 'Get. Out. Of. My. House. Now.' The older woman glared at me and turned to her husband.

'Steve?'

'Forget it. I'm not going anywhere with you until you've apologised.' She made a sound in her throat and she left the house, her anger shaking the door frame as she slammed the front door.

Hermione was sobbing and she almost collapsed to the floor, having to lean against me for support.

Her father stepped forwards, resting a hand on her shoulder. 'I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't know that she was going to do that.'

'It's not your fault, Dad. You should go after her.' He shook his head.

'I meant what I said.' He turned to me. 'Draco, take Hermione upstairs. We'll clear up.' I nodded and lifted my fiancée into my arms, caring her upstairs and into the bathroom. I ran a hot bath and undressed us both, Hermione still crying. I got in first, Hermione settling in between my legs with her head against my chest afterwards, my hands resting on our children.

'I don't want to be like my mother, Draco.'

'Believe me, I wouldn't let you.' I paused, washing Hermione's body lightly. 'Don't ever let me be like my father.'

'I won't.' I kissed the top of her head and we lay there for fifteen more minutes, and I smiled when I felt two small kicks against each of my hands.

A/N: Sorry of the comments on abortion offended/upset anyone.

B & Q is a DIY store in Britain.