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Epilogue: You and the Mudblood

Draco's POV

I was in my office sorting out reports and papers from my employees when the door suddenly banged open.

"What did you do to my shops? You bought all the shares of my clients and now you want my shop to close?" Pansy shouted as she came in. Luckily, my office has a silencing charm on it so no commotion inside may be heard.

"I am currently planning on putting up a chain of apothecary shops," I calmly said.

"And why, may I ask, would you be interested with my chain of stores?" She hissed as her nose flared.

"Surely you would know by now. I can't afford competition. There are so many apothecary chains in Diagon Alley. I could use one less," I told her in the same calm voice. Her eyes narrowed.

"Then why did you choose my shop? As you said, there are lots of stores! Why in the hell would you pick mine!" She asked again. She seemed so angry that if possible, steam would be coming out of her ears.

"Well, you must be honored you know. I picked your store because it would otherwise be great competition." I smirked at her as she frowned.

"If I know better it's because of that Mudblood of yours staying in your home that's making you do this!" She told me as she sat down in an armchair across me.

"Ms. Parkinson, I will not tolerate such foul words in my office," I threatened her. The nerve of this woman coming down here and insulting Hermione!

Pansy smirked at the use of her surname.

"Mr. Malfoy, I am credible to use such words on my own free will to remind you of what you are about to do," she told me in that same smirk almost as arrogant as mine.

"And what is that?" I narrowed my eyes as if saying to be careful with her choice of words.

"Falling in love with the Mudblood is a disgrace to the Malfoy heritage and you yourself know that!" She said in a very dangerous voice as she stood up and reached for the door. I was taken aback at what she said but only glared at her. And before she went out the door she made a final note.

"You will regret this day Draco. You will be coming back to me on your knees." I just smirked.

'On my knees my arse. I am not going back to a pug like you even in a million years nor if you were the last girl on this planet.'

I twirled my seat and looked at my window. Surprisingly enough an owl was perched.

I grabbed the letter from its beak and read.

Draco,

I don't feel so good. My stomach is aching badly.

Granger

It was a very short letter and only because of one thing. She was in a lot of pain.

I made my way out of the office to my apparition point just outside my door.

When I arrived with a 'pop' I heard her screech.

"Aaaaaaah!" I hastily marched up the staircase only to find Granger at the top.

"What are you doing! You should be lying down!" I exclaimed panic rising in my voice. She frowned mockingly.

"Don't scold me! We are in a very serious situation here! And how was I able to owl you if didn't get up? Aaaaaaaaaaagh…! Can we just please go to St. Mungo's?" She panted. I carried her to the kitchen to find something.

"Just breathe, Hermione, breathe." I inhaled and exhaled as if I was in a breathing session with a kid who doesn't know how to.

"Hee, hee, hoo."

"That's right, keep breathing. Stay calm and close your eyes." She did as she was told to.

"Okay, 1..2..3." We arrived at St. Mungo's with a loud clunk. The portkey was rolling to the information desk where a blonde woman with very red lips chewing gum was situated. I went to her, Hermione still in my hands doing the breathing exercise we learned from a book.

The woman motioned to the plate beside her that says which floor is what.

I quickly walked to the forth floor and as soon as the Healers saw me carrying Hermione they made us go into a room. Hermione was in very excruciating pain as she delivered the baby.

I was asked to wait outside although I really wanted to be with her. After fifteen minutes an assistant healer went to fetch me saying that Hermione wanted me inside. I pushed away from the wall where I was leaning and made my way in her room.

She was not in her clothes anymore but in a white dress that were tied on her sides. Her legs were spread in the other direction as the Healers made enchanting spells for the baby to come out. Hermione, however, was pushing the baby. There were beads of sweat on her forehead that trickled down in the slightest movement.

I held her hand in mine, kissing it and telling her that everything will be alright, that I was here for her and the baby and that I love her with all my heart and soul.

She gave a final push and the Principal Healer raised the baby and magically cut the umbilical chord and cleaned him. It was a boy! Hah! I have a son!

I looked at Hermione who was trying her best to stay awake for a minute to see our baby. She smiled at him and me.

"I want to name him Jayze. Jayze Isaac Malfoy." She kissed Jayze's forehead and then fell backwards on the bed.

"Is she supposed to do that?" I asked the Principal Healer and panic was carved instantly on his face. He made a spell that casted a green dome on Hermione making her stiff for a second and then normal again but the dome became blue.

I was now becoming nervous.

"What's happened?" I demanded. One of the assistant Healers checked Hermione's pulse then looked at me.

"Your wife is in a coma," he said plainly.

"What do you mean co-ma? The baby only needs one mother! He doesn't need a co- mom!" I exclaimed.

"Sir, it is a state between being petrified and asleep. She only knows when she will wake up. By now she maybe having a dream." And he looked at her.

"Can't you do anything about it? Making a potion or something?" I asked which gave me an idea. The Healer just shook his head.

Part II: Dreamland

Hermione awoke sitting up on her four poster bed. Her forehead beaded with sweat. She held the crimson sheets tightly.

"Another nightmare," she told herself as she got up and made her way to the door. She grabbed the gold knob and turned it. A fire was lit in the common room.

As the light hit her arm she noticed a stinging sensation. She looked at her left arm and to her horror, there, without mistake, was the Dark Mark.

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I do hope you like this. And there is a sequel! It's called Dreamland. Well, as what you read says, Hermione is in a coma and she woke up in a dream where she became an ally to the Dark Lord and such. It's kind of dark and uhm, she doesn't remember anything about having a baby with the oh-so handsome and wonderful Draco Malfoy. So let us find out. Is that alright? Now, please review! Thanks for those who read my story! I hope you'll read the sequel too. Thanks again to Kiki for being my BETA! Thanks to you all!