Author's Notes:

Ello! I just decided to make an Interlude for this fic. Just to emphasize on their lives, how it changed because of what happened.

Disclaimer: I dun own anything here.

!Effects of Firewhiskey: Chapter 5!

A Little Interlude: Christmas

The three brides were only given one month to find the perfect dress. Now that they're thin again, that had to get something used to again. They hired seamstresses from Diagon Alley to privately sew their gowns in Malfoy Manor.

The press have been coming and going in and out of Malfoy Manor to take pictures of the babies. Mrs. Weasley took care of all of them when the couples are busy – she's used to it.

Draco went to see Narcissa again in Azkaban. He was informed that she was getting the Dementor's kiss on the day of his wedding. Draco requested that they talk in a private room which was granted by the Ministry.

"Mother," Draco started. "Please be happy for me, just this once."

"I am, my son." Narcissa said. "There are things that we can't avoid forever and I accepted that. My sister has gone mad and was taken to another cell. Now, I don't have anyone to confide into."

"I'm still here, Mother." Draco caressed his mother's face.

Narcissa said, "I'm going to die in a few more days. Take care of my grandchildren for me. I wish I could see them. That would make me happy."

Draco smiled. "I have them with me. Think of it as a Christmas present from me and Hermie."

Hermione came in with two baby carriages. "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. These are your grandchildren."

Narcissa had tears in her eyes and she wiped them. "May I hold them?"

Hermione nodded and handed her the baby boy first. "This is Michael Angelo Draco Malfoy."

Narcissa carried the baby. "Michael Angelo… He looks so much like you, Hermione."

Hermione looked surprised. "You called me Hermione?"

Narcissa nodded. "I have accepted that you are the woman my son loves." She handed Michael Angelo to Hermione.

Hermione took back Michael Angelo and placed him safely inside the carriage. Draco handed his mother the baby girl. "Mom, this is Agatha Margareth. She's two minutes older than Michael Angelo."

"Agatha…" She carried the second baby. "Oh, she looks like a 100 Malfoy. She has your hair and eyes, Draco. She's so precious." She handed Hermione her daughter. "Now, my life is complete." Narcissa fainted.

Draco caught her before she fell on the ground. "Mother, are you okay?" He checked her heartbeat. "She's gone."

Hermione walked toward Draco and hugged him. "Look." Hermione pointed. "Your mother's smiling."

Draco was surprised. Hermione was right. Narcissa was smiling "I guess," Draco said, "She can't take Azkaban anymore."

Hermione nodded. "Where and when do you want to hold the funeral?"

"I want it to be held tomorrow, at our house." Draco said. "I only want the four of us to be there – you, me, Agatha, and Michael."

"Then, it shall be."

The next day, Hermione asked her friends to go for a while. "We have our reasons. Please, just respect it." She also dismissed the seamstresses and gave them a three-hour leave.

Harry nodded. "Okay, but you can find us at the Burrow."

Hermione smiled and waved as they Floo-ed all the way to the Burrow. 'Now, it is time for the burial.'

Harry and the rest of them went to the Burrow with their children. Mrs. Weasley can't be happier.

"My grandchildren are finally here to see their old home." Mrs. Weasley remarked. "What a fine day it is!"

Bill entered the Burrow with Fleur and their child, Althea Weasley. Althea's only two years old but you can see that she looks a lot like Bill – red hair and all. "Hello! I didn't know you guys were visiting as well."

Ginny answered, "It was a last minute thing."

Fred and Angelina entered the scene. "Hello, guys!"

George and Katie apparated in as well. "How's it going?"

"My, how come we are having a reunion or something?" Ron asked.

George asked, "Don't you remember? It's Christmas Eve. That's why we're here."

Ron gasped. "Really? How time flies!" Then, he saw Althea. "Oh… Althea, my favorite niece, how are you?"

Bill laughed. "She can only understand French as of the moment. Fleur's parents love to spoil her."

Fleur smiled. "Don't say that." Bill looked at her. "Okay, okay… Dire bonjour au oncle Ron."

Althea smiled and looked at Ron. "Bonjour, oncle Ron."

Ron just immediately hugged her. "Aww. You're so precious."

Luna tapped him in the head. "Does that mean she's more precious than Mona Lisa?"

Ron let go of Althea and reasoned out. "Of course Mona Lisa is precious to me." He was talking to Luna's back and everybody laughed. Luna was laughing as well.

Author's Notes: That was just a little interlude. I just wanted my fic to get a little warm and fuzzy. A belated Merry Christmas to you all.