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Blessed

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Prompt: Miracle


He was very thankful. Every day he woke up and thanked whatever deity had stood over him, and blessed him with all that he was given.

After the events of his sixth year, you would have thought that was it for him. He had attempted to murder one of the greatest Wizards of all time. Attempted. Failed miserable. But he was also very grateful that he had failed. His life as he knew it would have been over completely.

He would have been sent to Azkaban in the best-case scenario. If he had survived the fury of Potter. If he then managed to escape Potter, he would have faced the wrath of Voldemort. Even though the task had been completed, it wasn't the way the Dark Lord had intended it to be done. And that would have been very uncomfortable, to say the least.

But he had failed. And here he was. Alive, healthy, and so very happy. A combination that Draco never thought he would be. Sure he would be alive, maybe even healthy. But he had never thought he could be happy. Not this happy at least.

When Professor Lupin had brought him into the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, he thought the reception from the Death Eaters had been bad. Only because Lupin put his body in front of his, and diverted the variety of hexes and curses that came his way, had he remained standing.

It had taken time, and a lot of secrets on his side being passed to them, for even a little bit of civility to come his way.

Weasel, well he didn't think they were ever going to be friends. But least he doesn't hex him every time he sees him now, which is always a welcome relief.

Potter, well we're kind of friends. That what happens when you are around each other as much as we are. After the war finished, the Ministry put in place some expedited classes for those who were involved in the war. After we completed those, we were able to apply for the positions we wanted. Surprise, surprise. Potter decided to be an Auror, and guess whom his partner is? Me. But it's worked out surprisingly well.

But the biggest shock of all was Granger. Hermione. Who could have possible predicted how close they were to come. It wasn't a bed of roses to begin with, understandably so she had some long-standing feelings of loathing towards him. Which of course he couldn't fault her on, he had been a complete and utter prick to her for nigh on six years. But over time the ice between them melted, he thought it was because she wanted an intelligent conversation. Weasley and Potter thought an in depth conversation was the ways in which the new broom was better than the previous model. A woman like Hermione needed more than that, she needed someone who challenged her mentally, constantly keeping her on her toes. Those two were no match for her.

He'll never forget the day she kissed him for the first time. It was a rather platonic kiss by all outward appearances, surrounded by the many couples that rang in the New Year with a kiss. But he felt like the fireworks were inside him, spreading through him like wild fire. When she stepped back and gave him a little smile, and said good night, he felt like he was floating. But he kept it together, and managed to not make a fool out of himself.

He shuffled around on his feet for a good month and a half, till Valentines Day. Potter had been tormenting him, trying to find out who his mystery girl was. But he was wrong, he didn't have a girl, she wasn't his. He was too bloody chicken to make a move. It was only when Potter started telling him about Hermiones' plans for Valentines Day, how she was going to dinner in some fancy restaurant in Muggle London. Seemed all Potter could talk about was how much Hermione liked this bloke. It was slowly driving him crazy. So come the evening of February the fourteenth, he was camped in a bush opposite Hermiones' flat, all ready to follow her to dinner, and find out whom this prick was.

To his surprise, she seemed to have been stood up. No one was joining her at the table, but she seemed perfectly happy sitting there by herself. When he'd finally had enough, he went in, pretending to walk past her table, on the way to his own. He expressed shock at seeing her there, and then asked her where her date was.

She looked him straight in the eye and told him he'd just got there. Now Draco had looked around for a good minute trying to find the chap that was walking towards them, but he couldn't see anyone. He looked back at her, and asked where he was. She told him that he was right in front of her. 'Why don't you sit down Draco? People are starting to stare,' she said to him next, while smiling at him, and it was then that he realised he had been set up. That blasted Potter had been winding him up, driving him crazy with jealousy about this bloke of hers when all along it had been him. Of course he hadn't cursed or hexed Potter, he took him out for a drink the next night, and thanked him properly.

And here he was three years later, rocking in the chair next to the fireplace, with his little angel in his arms. Their little angel…the miracle child. The thing that after her mothers love saved him once again. It gave him a purpose in this world. He was a father now, and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she grew up nothing like he did.