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Their wedding...their wedding night...everything. He could hardly believe that in the six years since he graduated from Hogwarts so much could have happened. So much could have gone wrong, and the only right thing was Hermione.
Marriage did not tame her, they still argued as blazingly as ever. There was something about that their relationship that told him that it would never simply fade into indifference. It was raw, it was real.
Love had not formed easily. He was Head Boy and she was Head Girl, but both of them were exceedingly talented at ignoring one another. Not a single shred of interest from either side had visibly appeared, though there was always something about her...
Like Harry, Hermione's prejudices against Death Eaters and Slytherins had nearly brainwashed her into not recognizing that they had something. A spark of interest, a flicker of understanding that neither of them would acknowledge what it was until the school setting faded into darkness and all was left was...them.
They did not have a perfect marriage with showers of gifts and giggles. A whole circle of friends that both of them fit into like perfect little puzzle pieces. There were hardships, but there was also love.
"You named my son Harry?" He asked, a quizzical expression on his face. Hermione looked bemused for a moment before he continued. "I thought that we had decided on Aurelius, Regulus or Agamemnon. Harry wasn't even in the running."
Her eyes widened and her lips parted, though no noise escaped from them. He went on, the perfect feeling of needing to know nothing and being in the hands of someone else slipping away, replaced by cold, hard reality. "And if it was a girl we would call her Terentia or Persephone."
She spoke at last. "I could not subject my daughter to such a name, I just agreed to it to get you off my back. I would have preferred Amy or..." He cut her off, hand raised in the air.
"Let me guess, Minerva after your role model?" He mused, a look of evident disgust crossing his face.
"I would sooner name her Pansy." She disagreed with a scowl.
"Ah, that would have been a name." He contented, completely aware of the growing grimace on his wife's face. It felt so strange to think of any woman with that title.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I would have, perhaps, stuck with Terentia, though the spelling is quite atrocious." She snapped, her eyes narrowed to slits.
Malfoy merely smirked, though there was a nearly foreign emotion behind his usually cold, gray eyes. "This coming from you, Hermy own." He retorted, reveling in the glint of ill-concealed joy.
"Well I am quite sorry that I do not have such a spectacular, intellectual name as Draco. Not all of us are so lucky." She frowned sarcastically, waving her arm in the air dramatically.
He nodded in agreement. "I know, you have always been so jealous of both my given and surname. That is the true origin behind our matrimony." Hermione sighed and nodded sadly.
"The jig is up, Malfoy, oh, the name is like sugar violets! What did you think, that I swooned over your overwhelming charms?" He helped her to her feet, both of them relishing in Draco's defeat of the attacker of his mind.
"Did you have to name my eldest, my heir after your best friend? I always had a feeling that something was going on betwixt the two of you..." She stumbled, but he was quick to catch her.
Limping away from the scene she simply smirked. "I actually named him a nice English name, Harlow. It was a lucky coincidence that the nickname Harry was spawned from it." She informed him innocently, widening her eyes and blinking sardonically.
"Fine." He relented, glancing down at his bare left hand and frowning. "But I refuse to address our son in such a manner, Hermione. He will simply have to contend with being called by his full name, Harlow." He said, and with that they both turned a corner, never again speaking of their violent encounter...at least to their knowledge.
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