Doom's Day

After graduating from Hogwarts, Ophelia and Hero took two very different paths. Ophelia, the more level headed of the twins, went onto University where she studied business law so that she could work in the legal department of Malfoy Enterprises. Hero took the path less traveled and immediately after graduating she began her modeling career. She got her start in the fashion world by modeling for her mother's fashion lines and quickly became a huge success. Within just four months, Hero was the most sought after model in the entire wizarding world.

Though her professional live went very well, just like when she was a student at Hogwarts, her personal relationships always ended horribly. After five years of many short lived romances, Hero found herself single and pregnant, thanks to her most recent disaster of a boyfriend, the lead signer of a very popular rock band named Bat Bogies. Draco, who had always told his daughters that they should never let anyone with a penis within five feet of themselves unless they were related, did not take the news of his youngest daughters pregnancy well at all. This was probably because Ophelia had decided to announce that she was engaged to marry her long time boyfriend, James Potter, just ten minutes prior to Hero's revelation. Needless to say, when Draco heard that Hero was pregnant his nerves were already in a rather frazzled state.

It certainly didn't help Draco's already worn nerves that Ophelia and James' wedding was scheduled to happen just one week after Hero brought her son home from St. Mungo's. Draco felt that a person should have at least a year to recuperate from one major shock before being forced to endure another. Unfortunately his daughter's never made things easy for him and they had no intention of starting now.

"I'm just asking you to put the wedding off for a little while," whined Draco, following behind his daughter as she rushed around her childhood bed chamber preparing her wedding dress for tomorrow's tentative ceremony.

"Why on earth would I do that?" she asked, stopping suddenly and turning to her father. "James and I have been ready to get married for the longest time. The only reason we waited this long was because we knew you'd freak if we did it sooner. I've been with James since first year, that's twelve years, Dad. I'm ready to be his wife."

"I've heard all this before," he whined, flopping down on her pink chaise lounge. "It's just that your sister just brought baby Dante home and I really think we should wait a while before subjecting your family to the stress of a wedding when they're already dealing with a new baby."

"The wedding's already been planned. It's too late to stress over anything now. Besides, I was with James long before Hero got herself knocked up. If anything she should have waited," Ophelia argued.

"Now that just isn't plausible, she's already had the baby," her father scoffed, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to convince her to call of the wedding.

"Dad, in less than twenty-four hours I'm going to be Mrs. James Potter and I couldn't be happier, so please... back off. If you don't, I'm going to have to tell Mum," Ophelia warned, trying on her veil for the umpteenth time that day.

"Fine," he huffed, storming out of the room. He hadn't actually expected it to work but he had to make it known, again, that he wasn't exactly thrilled about her impending nuptials. Over the last nine months the distraught father had tried everything he could think of to try to change his daughter's mind over her choice in husbands but all of his attempts were useless. Ophelia was head over heels in love with James and there was nothing he could do to stop her from marrying him. Secretly, Draco had to admit that things could be worse. She could have married someone who treated her badly or who was simply after the Malfoy fortune. Truth be told, Draco actually liked James. After all he was one of his closest friends son's. But regardless of who is parents were, Draco did not like the idea of any boy touching his daughter, married or not.

"What were you doing?" asked Artemis, as she came across her husband moping down the hallway towards their bed chamber.

"Nothing... why do you have Dante?" Draco asked, changing the subject. His wife had already told him several times today not to harass Ophelia about postponing her wedding and if she found out that he had in fact done so, he was done for.

"Hero needed a nap so I told her I'd take him for a while," she explained, bouncing the baby boy in her arms. "You want to hold him for a bit?"

"Of course," he replied, perking up at the idea of spending sometime with his first grandchild. "How's my big guy," he cooed, taking the small child from his wife's arms. "Let's go wait for PJ to come home, When he get's here he'll help me explain proper broom handling to you."

"Draco, he's too young for that crap," Artemis huffed.

"You're never too young for proper broom handling," he scoffed, dumbfounded by his wife's disdain for anything that was remotely related to Quidditch. All throughout PJ's years at Hogwarts she had been really supportive of his teaching their son the in's and out's of the sport but after he graduated and went on to play professionally, Artemis just wouldn't stand for Draco's trying to lure her into conversation's about the sport. When they would go to PJ's games, she would either read, sketch or knit until it was time to go and meet their son in the locker room. How she could concentrate with all that ruckus he would never understand.

"Hey Mum, Dad," shouted PJ, as he bounded up the stairs, having come home from the tour especially for his sister's wedding. "Is that him?"

"Yep," said Draco, bringing the baby over to meet his uncle. "PJ this little guy is Dante." Gently, PJ took his nephew from his father's arms and held him close to his body.

"He's so tiny," laughed PJ, bouncing the baby slightly. "I've got get me one of these."

"Not now, please not now," groaned Draco, resting himself against the wall.

"Your Dad's a bit stressed, Love," Artemis explained, going over to her husband and pretending to baby him. "He wanted Ophelia to put off the wedding but she won't."

"And you were surprised about that?" laughed PJ. "She's been anxious to marry James since the first time their eyes meet."

"Eventually he'll come to terms with it." Just as Artemis said this James Potter came jogging up the stairs.

"Hello everybody!" he called, as he passed his fiance's family, heading straight to Ophelia's room.

"He better not touch her," Draco warned, starring daggers at his daughter's bedroom door as it slammed shut. Artemis and PJ just laughed at him as they walked to the playroom, knowing full well that he had to be aware of the fact that Ophelia and James certainly weren't chaste. "I should of taken Father's advice and arranged their marriages."

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"That was a beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?" asked Artemis, tiredly walking into their bed chamber.

"Yes, it was quite nice. Wasn't nearly as good as ours but it was pretty good," replied Draco, falling down face first onto the bed without so much as removing his outer robe.

"Tired?" Artemis asked, removing her stilettos and hoping up on the bed, lying down next to her husband.

"Exhausted," he groaned, rolling over and staring at the ceiling. "Why do they keep doing this to me?"

"What?"

"Getting married, having babies... moving out," he whined, turning and looking at his wife. Artemis couldn't help but notice that his eyes had a glassy look to them, as if her were going to cry.

"They're growing up... we can't stop it. As your mother say's, it sucks," she replied, sweetly, lying her head down on his chest.

"That's putting it lightly. We hardly see Luce anymore, Ophelia gone and gotten married and Hero's got a baby. Pj's all we've got left, but he's too busy touring the world as some big Quidditch star to spend time with us," he said, dramatically.

"Don't be so dramatic, Draco. They're growing up not leaving for good. Besides, don't you want to get to see what sort of adults they become?"

"I guess you're right but now we're stuck with Potter!" Draco said, grimacing.

"Shut up, Draco," Artemis said, laughingly. "You adore James, you just don't like the fact that he's shagging your daughter."

"They're not shagging," he grumbled, sitting up and removing his dress robes.

"I bet they're shagging right now. Maybe even making a baby Potter," Artemis replied, antagonizing her husband as he undressed.

"You're a cruel woman, you know that. An evil, cruel, yet undeniably sexy woman and I don't think I have ever wanted you more," he laughed, jumping back onto the bed.

"I thought you were exhausted," she mocked, mimicking the way he had spoken to her earlier.

"Nope, I'm still a young viral chap," he replied, patting a spot on the bed next to him. Artemis simply ignored him and went into her closet to change. "You never did take direction well," he muttered, flopping back down onto the bed. Several minutes later, Artemis returned from her closet to find her husband fast asleep.

"Young and viral my ass," she whispered, grabbing her wand and charming the remainder of his clothes off and tucking him into bed before getting in herself.

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JUST SO EVERYONE KNOW'S, THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL MOST LIKELY BE THE EPILOGUE WHICH WILL TAKE PLACE AT THEIR THIRTIETH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY PARTY.

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