Epilogue:
Years passed. Hermione rebuilt Hogwarts. Draco was the Minister of the new Order of Magic. She had just finished tucking the twins in, and was going to her room to join her husband.
"Draco?"
"Yes love?" he asked sleepily.
"I'm having another baby."
"Hermione that's wonderful..."
"It's a boy Draco..."
He opened his mouth to speak but was cut short by her,
"And I want to name him Harry James," she said confidently.
"Hermione why?" he asked almost disgusted.
"I just want to Draco."
"If you insist my love. I won't argue."
"Goodnight Draco."
"Night Mia."
He'd never understand, she knew. But for some reason Hermione Rhiannon Malfoy would always carry a place in her heart for her once best friend Harry James Potter.
She wanted to honor the memory of boy who lived. The boy she had befriended, the boy she had loved, the boy who had loved her, the boy who killed her father, and the boy who she then killed.
The boy with the lightning bolt scar.
Years passed. Hermione rebuilt Hogwarts. Draco was the Minister of the new Order of Magic. She had just finished tucking the twins in, and was going to her room to join her husband.
"Draco?"
"Yes love?" he asked sleepily.
"I'm having another baby."
"Hermione that's wonderful..."
"It's a boy Draco..."
He opened his mouth to speak but was cut short by her,
"And I want to name him Harry James," she said confidently.
"Hermione why?" he asked almost disgusted.
"I just want to Draco."
"If you insist my love. I won't argue."
"Goodnight Draco."
"Night Mia."
He'd never understand, she knew. But for some reason Hermione Rhiannon Malfoy would always carry a place in her heart for her once best friend Harry James Potter.
She wanted to honor the memory of boy who lived. The boy she had befriended, the boy she had loved, the boy who had loved her, the boy who killed her father, and the boy who she then killed.
The boy with the lightning bolt scar.