Hello! Oh my goodness how has it been over 2 years since I last wrote for this story. A lot has happened in the last couple of years. I really struggled with this chapter originally I was planning on doing two individual chapters for them both but decided today I was going to sit down and focus my attention on this. It's not exactly how I had originally planned this when I started writing this just under 11 years ago. Wow 11 years ago that is insane to think how long this has been on going.

I do hope you like the ending and it finally brings the story to a whole. I've never had a story that has received so much love there has been over 1000 reviews alone over 1200 of you have pressed favourite and over 1400 have alerted this story and regards to views there has been just over 465,000. It's been insane how this story has taken off and I am incredibly proud of it's success and I have all of you who have read and reviewed this story over the years to thank.

So for the last time - Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

As he pushed open the front door Harry was surprised to hear such silence. Normally the house was full of noise or some explosion but today it was silent. Confused and slightly concerned Harry threw his cloak on to the peg and pulled out his wand. The first place he checked was the main living room but it was empty, ridiculously mess but empty. Toys were in all directions, books scattered across the floor, cushions that should have been on the sofa were all over the floor. Blankets were spread across the floor and there was even a fort in the corner made from the rest of the pillows a ladder and their bed sheet.

Waving his wand Harry watched as the room started to regain some order the cushions returned to the sofa's the toys back in the multiple toys boxes. The books whizzed across the room filing back on to the book case in a range of colours and size. The blankets raised from the floor folding themselves up before neatly landing in the draws beside the book case. With the room regaining some order Harry continued around the house, the kitchen was empty and the pots in the sink were in the process of being magically washed, the smell of spaghetti bolognaise hit his nostrils and his stomach rumbled. Their was a warming charm on a plate near the cooker for him.

He had left Hogwarts and had dived straight into Auror training, ever since discovering his Father had taken on that career Harry had the desire to follow in his footsteps. It had taken him a couple of years of Auror training both on the field but also at the desk and it was only while he was slogging out the hours completing assignment after assignment did he appreciate his Professors endless homework assignments. He just wished he'd been more prepared. Before he could even get on to the field he'd had to pass several exams. After a few months of paper work and tests he passed and started the physical training, he flew through battle instincts, resilience training and field training, the others tests had taken more hours of practice. But he had finally passed all his exams and at 21 was declared an official Auror. He could remember standing there receiving his badge, being congratulated. It was probably the first time he was pleased to be congratulated, so many times over the years people had thanked him for ridding the world of Lord Voldemort, surviving the killing curse and all the sacrifices he'd made mainly being orphaned for the Wizarding World. This time he had earned the accolade due to hard work and determination, his name hadn't given him a leverage he'd earnt his spot and proved this every day. He was slowly rising in the ranks and he was hoping in the next couple of years he may even be made Head. The current Head of the department was looking to retire in the next few years and Harry wanted the role.

He left the kitchen poking his head in the study and utility but both rooms were empty. Taking the first steps up the stair case Harry climbed to the top of the stairs, once upstairs he could hear a voice, recognising it immediately he pocketed his wand and followed the sound and quietly pushed the door open to see his family sat snuggled together listening to a story.

"Little pig little pig let me come in said the big bad wolf, but the little pig said not by the hair on my chinny chin chin I will not let you in. Well I will huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down said the wolf and with an almighty huff and puff the big bad wolf blew down the stick house. Terrified the two little pigs quickly ran away in the direction of their brothers home..."

Closing his eyes a memory of so many years ago flooded across Harry's head. Different kids but the same story. 10 years ago Hermione had sat and read Blaise and Draco this very bed time story and the following night Hermione had read it to Pansy and she was hooked. She had demanded the story again the following night. Several years later he was now stood watching her read their children the same story.

They had started dating not long after the potions accident and never looked back, she was his biggest support in becoming an Auror she'd stood beside him, motivated him when he needed it and listened to him as he exploded in frustration. She was quick and witty and incredibly cunning, she was smart and bold her confidence was blinding and she could capture attention in a room full of people. He had proposed when he was 19 and her 20. He'd spoken to her parents receiving their permission to marry their daughter. They had married on a warm spring day in May surrounded by their friends and family. He could still picture her walking down the aisle her long dress fluttering as she walked she had been the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid his eyes on and she had complimented him on getting all teary eyed as she walked down the isle.

Just over nine months after the wedding they had welcomed their first born. James Sirius Potter was every bit of his name sake and Harry had been honoured that Pansy had allowed her first born son to be named after his family. it appeared the male genetics in his line were strong and his son was his double, but he took after his name sake and now almost 7 he was a little demon, tricks and jokes were his thing but explosions were common in the house usually followed by Pansy's shrill scream of James. His first form of accidental magic was blowing up a wardrobe in a fit of temper. Practically everything he touched would blow up and if his son wasn't his physical double he may have thought he was secretly Seamus'. He had decided very early into James' life he wouldn't be allowing his son alone with his Irish friend.

James had only been 18 months old when they had discovered they were pregnant again, and Lily Rose Potter arrived just after James' 2nd birthday. She was a mixture of both parents with dark black hair and his green eyes. She had been blessed with her mother's controllable smooth locks, and had also achieved her Mothers slightly round face. She was the sweetest baby ever and always had a happy smile on her face, quite happy by herself, playing with her toys she was a breeze compared to Jame's boisterous antics. Both Pansy and Harry had stood frozen to the spot when at three years of age Lily had been surrounded by blue and green bubbles that would appear every time she would giggle. History was repeating itself and Pansy had smiled softly as she watched her daughter chasing the bubble attempting to pop them. "Like Mother like Daughter," she had commented and Harry couldn't agree.

It was around this time Pansy discovered she was pregnant again and a few days before his birthday they had welcomed their final child Willow Daisy Potter, similar in appearance to her siblings she was the fire cracker in the family. Short tempered, stubborn and sassy a complete total diva, full of personality and spirit she was the boss of the house. Harry had looked at Pansy with a scowl as he watched Willow roll her eyes at her elder sister and declared it was all her fault that their youngest was going to be placed into Slytherin. She was a mini Pansy and her parents had agreed completely.

He'd lost count how many times Pansy had moaned this was her karma as she tried to discipline Willow, terrible twos were not this hard with the first two but Willow was a world wind or energy and trouble.

With three young children to raise and his job paying well Pansy had decided to be a stay at home mum and raise her children, she would look into work once Willow was at Hogwarts but until then she was content being a mother, after all it was the most rewarding job anyone could have.

"Mummy why does the wolf want to get the pigs?" Lily asked from her spot on the floor.

"To eat them..." she said and Lily's eyes widened to a comical size, Harry chuckled at her reaction and instantly four heads spun around.

"Daddy,"

"Dad," A chorus of screams erupted and the three kids ran towards him, he dropped to his knees and embraced the children in his arms pulling them tightly to his chest. After a hard day at work there was no better feeling then coming home to this. He glanced over James' head to see Pansy still sat on the bean bag smiling at the scene in front of her. He winked at her and she rolled her eyes but her grin widened.

"Have a good day at work?" Pansy asked and Harry nodded

"Better now I'm home though exhausted isn't the word."

"What do you dad?" James asked as he pulled away from his father.

"I catch criminals and bad guys and keep the wizarding world safe."

"Daddy can me be bad guy when bigge'?" asked Willow her big brown eyes staring up at him. He could hear Pansy laughing in the distance.

"If you're anything like your mother than you'll be a bad guy Willow." he said as his eyes stared directly at Pansy, her grinned changed to a large smirk and she sent him a wink and Harry's grin matched hers.

"Come on let your daddy up, he needs his dinner. Everyone downstairs," Pansy shouted and the kids scurried out of the room. Now alone Harry pulled her down in to his lap, a joyous sound escaping her throat. "What you going to do Auror Potter lock me up and throw away the key?"

His lips covered hers hard and Pansy's eyes slipped shut as her hand slid in to his hair. His own hands sliding down to rest against her rear, he couldn't resits giving it a squeeze and he felt her moan against his mouth.

"I'll show you later what we do to bad girls Mrs Potter," he whispered huskily in her ear before groaning as she sucked his lobe in between her teeth.

"I can't wait," she pushed herself up and left the room her hips swaying with every step.

A grin formed as wide as the Cheshire cat's and Harry pushed himself to this feet and followed his family down stairs. He hadn't expected his life to turn out the way it had but 10 years after the Potions accident in Professors Snape's classroom he was entirely grateful for that calamity. There may have been multicoloured Hippo cushions, tears, tantrums and embarrassing nicknames but he wouldn't change a thing. He had his amazing kids and the most enticing woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He was happy and incredibly grateful for the events that had created those Slytherin Toddlers

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A loud bang followed by the sounds of multiple bricks, cars, toy brooms and just general toys falling on to the marble floor in the room next door had Hermione sighing, there weren't many noises she hated to hear more than the sound of an emptying toy box especially when she had only just finished organizing the room. Some days she didn't know why she bothered, as soon as she cleaned up something her two tornados followed behind destroying everything in their path.

Picking up her wand she left the room she was in and silently walked to the room the noise had come from. Peering inside a small smile spread across her face as she stared at the two boys in the room. One was fair with curly blonde hair and big brown eyes, he was sat on the rug a toy truck in his hand as he pushed it around the floor. The other was a little taller with slightly darker skin than his brother his hair a dark shade of brown but just as curly with identical brown eyes. He was currently running around the room stepping over the forgotten toys spread across the floor, a small broom with a little man sat on top was whizzing above his head as the small boy followed.

Groaning a little at the mess she shook her head but left the room leaving the two boys to play; she would tidy up later. Heading back to the room she had been in a few moments before she quickly waved her wand collecting the laundry she had come for originally before spinning on her step and leaving the room with the bundle of dirty clothes floating behind her. Even after all these years she was still a passionate advocate of Elf Rights and in so refused to have any in her home. Her in-laws had rolled their eyes but had said nothing more on the matter just incase she some how duped them into freeing theirs. So far she had changed the laws so that all homes that occupied house elves were to offer a paid service alongside days off and holidays. At first there had been a major resistance from Wizards and Witches but also House elves who were fearing they were going to lose their homes and jobs. After a lot of reassurance to the house elves they eventually accepted the law change, the residents who owned house elves were told to like it or lump in a round about way. Majority of people who actually owned house elves could afford them. Ideally Hermione wanted them to be free and not a paid servant but that was a completely different hurdle.

She had faced many hurdles in the 10 years since graduating Hogwarts, her relationship was one of them. Even now 10 years later it still received odd looks and hushed whispers but she had quickly learnt to ignore the talks. Polygamy was more accepting in the Wizarding world than in the Muggle world though usually it was the other way around. She had been with Draco and Blaise since the Potions Accident in their seventh year and had just recently celebrated 6 years of marriage.

Rolling her finger against her wedding rings Hermione smiled, they had married in the August just after Draco's 21st birthday and before her 22nd. It had been an outdoor wedding a perfect combination of Wizarding and Muggle traditions, her two weddings rings symbolized both the men she was committing her life too but in a unique and quite stylish way they had managed to create two rings that when together would link to be come one. They had spoken their vows individually and the trio had been bound in the traditional wizarding way in front of all their friends and family. On that day she had become Hermione Jean Malfoy-Zabini. Their faces being printed on every news paper in the whole of Europe had opened the doors to both back lash and praise for their diversity but as Draco had often said, screw the lot of them. It was their lives. They had bough their home a few months later in the country close by to her parents so they could visit with ease. After a few modifications the house or manor home was a perfect blend of Wizarding and Muggle cultures.

Her in laws had been a different story, their relationship had caused quite a shock to the two Pureblood families. At the time she wasn't sure what shocked them more the fact they had brought home a Muggleborn girl or a Pureblood Wizard. Chuckling to herself as she remembered the look of pure shock on Narcissa's face as Draco brought both her and Blaise in the room was still comical to this day. The Malfoy matriarch had stumbled backwards and dropped into a seat staring at the three of them in shock. Lucius hadn't been much better. Neither Maria or Giovanni Zabini had taken the news all that well. In both families minds their son would marry a pureblood witch and the produce a pureblood child to continue the family name, never did they expect their sons to bring home a Wizard and a Muggleborn girl.

It had taken quite some time for things to be accepted, after quite an explosive conversation between father and son the Zabini's finally accepted Blaise's decision and in them doing so the Malfoy finally gave in and also accepted the relationship. Her own parents had taken the news rather well if not slightly amused, her mother had looked at her before looking at Blaise and Draco a large smirk starting to form on her face before looking back at her, if her Mother was magical that smirk would have got her straight into Slytherin. Her father had simply looked at the three of them before declaring he didn't want to know the details and wished them happiness. Hermione had groaned hiding her face in her hands as both Draco and Blaise sat feeling uncomfortable. That evening once the boys had gone home Hermione experienced the most awkward and embarrassing conversation she'd ever shared with her Mother and she'd have bet all her Newts that her mother was enjoying her daughters embarrassment.

Acceptance from her parents had been much easier than either boys parents but eventually things had settled down and life continued. After graduation and bored of sitting in his overly sized manor with nothing to do Draco delved into his families assets and before long took over his families business and in under five years profits were growing at a considerable rate. While Draco had avoided the ministry Hermione had always had a desire to work there, she had started in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and after several years had become head of the department, she was content to remain where she was for the next couple of years before altering her field and heading towards the Law department but most specifically the Wizengamot, after conversations with both her Father in laws though the advice given was the same, time and experience would be essential, if she wanted to change things she would need patience. The advice had disappointed her but she had taken it and after careful consideration and a bit of digging around decided it was solid advice, it was going to take a lot to change the minds of the wizards who were seated on there, her name would be of some power something that had seriously irked her, but she needed her skills and magical ability to do the rest and as a mother to two young children the line between family and career would have shifted in a more unhealthy proportion and she wasn't ready for such a sacrifice.

Blaise had ventured in a different direction completely. Scouted by Appleby Arrows towards the end of his school year Blaise quickly created a name in the field of Quidditch playing as Chaser, after three years with the Arrows Blaise left the team before signing a contract with rivals Ballycastle Bats where he still remained, only last year he had been promoted to team captain.

A high pitched cry filtered through the air and Hermione sighed the sound was getting closer, that and the cries of Mummy mingled into the sobbing. Turning to the sound her youngest came running to her.

"What's matter Scorp?"

"Zanda not shawin'" Scorpius sobbed, biting her lip and closing her eyes so her youngest didn't see her rolling them Hermione took his hand in hers and walked back to where the two boys were playing. Glancing down she could see the attack of the tears seemed to have subsided now he knew he was getting his brother in to 'trouble'.

Her boys were like chalk and cheese. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy-Zabini was three and a half and every bit of his father. His curls and eyes were hers but everything else belonged to Draco. He was loving and sweet but mischievous and sneaky and was determined to always get his own way. Their was no doubt in Hermione's eyes that he would follow the Malfoy family and go straight into Slytherin.

Rounding the corner to the play room Hermione watched her firstborns reaction to her walking into the room, his scowl was directly on Scorpius who was now grinning back at his brother. Still floating above his head was the toy broom he'd been playing with only five minutes earlier.

"Your brother says you're not sharing Zander you want to tell me your side of the story?"

"He wants my broom I said no I'm playing with it still, he was playing with the trucks." Hermione nodded the broom was still floating above Zanders head. Turning she knelt down so she could look in Scorpius's eyes.

"Your brother was playing with that and he still is, you can have the broom once he's finished playing."

"But Zanda got to shaw," said Scorpius his lower lip wobbling and his eyes filling with tears.

"You're right he does need to share but if he's playing with something then you also have to wait your turn you wouldn't like it if he came over took the truck you were playing with would you?" The lower lip protruded further. "I know it's not easy but we have to wait our turn and once our turn is over then we share with other people," Hermione watched as her youngest son looked at her then his brother and then back at her before bursting into tears. Sighing Hermione wrapped him in a cuddle. "I know, I know,"

"Mum do I have to give him it, I'm five now mum so I shouldn't have to share with him?" Zander asked and Hermione shook her head. "Only once you've finished playing with it, he has to learn he can't just take when he wants something." Zander nodded with a grin and went back to playing with his toy.

Alexander Octavius Malfoy-Zabini had just turned five only a few weeks ago and hadn't stopped telling people. Five was an important age and it made him, in his eyes at least 2 years older than his brother and that was very important. He was artistic and creative with a love for Quidditch that matched his Fathers. He was like Blaise in many ways both with the same cheeky grin and the cutest dimples. While his brother was an obvious Slytherin Zander was a mystery. There were moments of sneakiness with a patch of bravery and wit and incredible patience for a five year old. He was a mixture of all houses and it had led to a family bet on where he would be suited. Blaise had said Slytherin (wishful thinking on his part) Draco had joked and gone with Hufflepuff but Hermione had gone for Gryffindor. It was agreed if he was placed in Ravenclaw then Scorpius won.

The sign of the floo network roaring into life instantly stopped Scorpius' tears and even Zander turned his head. Looking up at the clock in the room Hermione smiled, "who's ready to go and see Daddy?" choruses of me greeted Hermione's ears and they shot out of the door.

Shaking her head head amused Hermione followed after them and smiled at the scene before her. Being a parent was difficult, but when one child wasn't biologically there's Hermione had been worried at the connection Draco and Blaise would share with their children. There had never been any favouritism and they treated both boys equally. What one got the other received as well. She had expressed her concerns to them both one night in bed when she was pregnant with Zander and the biological father was still a mystery, but both Blaise and Draco had reassured her no matter what the baby was their child no matter the blood line and would be treated as such. They had stuck to their word.

Draco stood in the middle of the atrium a son in each arm blinking as both boys tried to tell him all about their day at the same time. They connected eyes and Draco just smiled softly at Hermione before turning his attention back to the boys nodding his head and hoping it was the right time.

"Have you both been good for your Mummy?" Draco asked both Zander and Scorpius who each displayed a mixture of head movements and verbal confirmations.

"Long day love," he laughed at Hermione's expression. He leant forwards placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Daddy how can you lift both of us at the same time?" Zander asked resting his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Because I'm super strong." Draco replied

"No, Papa stonga" said Scorpius and Hermione snorted in response. Draco glared down at his son who giggled loudly.

The floo roared into life a second time and the boys wiggled out of Draco's eyes as they ran to Blaise, Zander's long legs getting their first. Knocked to the ground at the force of the two boys. A rich laughter escaped him as he held both boys.

"Missed me aye?" and the boys nodded. He ruffled their hair as he sat up. "I've only been gone a few hours." he chuckled he nodded to Draco and Hermione who smiled back at him.

The boys enveloped Blaise into conversation about their days and Draco took that moment to wrap his arms around Hermione. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and relaxed. His hands were rubbing against her lower back in that perfect spot that instantly made her unwind and relax. "You ok?" he asked softly and she nodded.

"All they've done is fight today, one minute Zander isn't sharing the next minute Scorp is taking something and I've lost count how many times the toy box had been emptied." Draco chuckled in her ear.

"Boys will be boys," he said nudging her head up so he could capture her lips again. Closing her eyes in to their kiss she relaxed further.

"Kissing is yucky." said Zander from behind and they pulled apart. Smirking Hermione released herself from Draco grabbed hold of the little boy who squealed as she placed multiple kisses over his face.

"Get off Mummy!" he squeaked trying to push away but too busy laughing.

"Me me do me," Scorpius cried and Hermione reached around and grabbed his waist pulling him in for multiple kisses. His giggles echoed around the room.

"Do I get any," Blaise asked and Hermione glanced up at him.

"What do you think boys does Papa deserve kisses?" the boys shook their heads laughing at Blaise' mocked outrage expression. He reached down lifting the boys from their mother before lifting Hermione to her feet and dropping his lips on to hers. He dipped her to the floor and on instinct her leg sailed into the air and the boys laughed.

"Pompous prat," Draco chuckled as they pulled apart before throwing his jacket at Blaise as the Italian stuck out his tongue.

"Swear you two are worse than the kids," Hermione said and the boys grinned.

It had been 10 years since that potion accident in Professor Snape's Class room, at the time she never imagined her life would have ended quite like this but as Blaise wrapped his arm around her waist and she watched Draco chase the boys around the room Hermione felt complete. It was an unorthodox life and the future was always uncertain but to her it was perfect. She had 2 men in her life who she adored and two little boys she would do everything and anything for. She had never been so grateful for a potions mishap than she was for that one that caused three Slytherin Toddlers.

The End

It seems so final seeing the words The End but it really is, Please leave a final review and favourite it's been a pleasure reading all of them over the years. Please keep an eye out on updates for other stories and I do have other ideas and works in the pre planning stage.

PS. It's only looking back have I realised I have given Blaise a permanent living father, in cannon his dad died and his mother had multiple husbands but I don't think at the time of starting this story I was actually aware of this so Blaise has a living dad. It's not very important but I just thought I would make note of it here.

Thank you for everything... Lottie!