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Hermione and Draco became accustomed to their reclusive life at the castle.

They had each other and their adorable little boy who grew with each passing day.

Hermione's parents doted on their only grandson.

Draco clung to the hope that he would one day visit with Narcissa and Lucius freely.

He sat next to his darling by the crackling hearth one winter evening as they watched Scorpius play with his toys on the rug.

Outside of the castle's massive windows, heavy snow poured from the sky.

Hermione smiled softly as she watched their little boy stage an imaginary battle with his plush dragon and metal soldiers.

Just shy of his third birthday, the castle had become to Scorpius what Malfoy Manor meant to Draco, home.

The youngest Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy had managed to pull off a great enchantment without the use of wands by allowing their son to spend his early years in complete ignorance of the ongoing war.

It chilled Hermione to the bone as she looked at her child and contemplated that Lord Voldemort would delight in murdering someone so innocent.

She laid her head on Draco's shoulder as the disturbing thought left her mind while she breathed in the soothing pleasantness of her alpha's scent.

Hermione allowed the fragrance of rich wood and fresh apple to drift into her soul until Draco lifted his eyes from the book he held in his hand, looked down at her, and asked, "Are you alright, my love?"

She remembered herself as she sat up and nodded, "Sorry, I'm a bit tired, I suppose. I lost myself looking at Scorpius, then I sought comfort in you. Can you forgive me?"

"I hardly think that's anything to forgive." He answered with an arrogant smirk.

It thrilled Draco that his mate depended on him for security even in the small moments of their daily lives, not only with the matter of hiding their family from the larger perils that threatened them.

"Daddy! My dragon!" Scorpius cried as he held up his toy and pointed to a rip in the seam of the plush animal's neck.

"That's nothing we can't repair, Scorpius." Draco quickly reassured his pouting little boy as he stood from his seat and walked over.

"Mummy!" Scorpius whimpered as tears welled in his grey eyes as he glanced over at Hermione for a second opinion.

"Don't fret, sweetheart, don't fret!" Hermione comforted her little one with an encouraging smile.

Scorpius's lip trembled as Hermione glanced at her husband and nodded, "Your father's quite good at providing assistance."

Little Scorpius watched Draco carefully as he knelt down on the floor and took the injured toy dragon into his hands.

"Hmm……." Draco paused.

He frowned at the dragon in concentration until he glanced up at his little boy.

The grave expression of serious concern on Scorpius's adorable face made Draco suck in a breath to avoid bursting out in a low laugh.

"Alright, son, allow me one moment and I'll heal the animal from his wounds." Draco nodded at Scorpius as he spoke with the same seriousness he saw in his son's stare while he removed his wand from his pocket.

"Daddy……" Scorpius whimpered.

As Draco laid the tip of his wand against the plush dragon, Scorpius winced and leapt to his feet.

Hermione opened her arms as her little boy ran into them and climbed up her skirts to sit in her lap.

"Reparo." Draco whispered as he gripped his wand tightly.

Scorpius drew in an excited gasp as he watched invisible stitches repair the rip in his toy.

"Here you are, Scorpius." Draco nodded at his heir, "Good as new."

Scorpius turned to look at Hermione in wonder as he blinked his large eyes, "...Was that magic, Mummy?!"

"Yes, that was magic, sweetheart." Hermione nodded with a smile.

Scorpius hadn't seen many spells cast in his young life that he could remember, but the subject remained fascinating to him.

Both of his parents were eager to nurture his interest.

Hermione leaned forward and gently sat her son back onto his feet before he toddled over to his father.

Draco smiled at his only child as he handed the plush dragon back to Scorpius and winked.

"Be careful that your dragon doesn't get hurt again." Draco nodded very seriously to his little boy, "Those knights don't look friendly and dragons can only tolerate that spell every so often."

Scorpius stared at Draco in bewilderment as he clutched his toy close to his tiny chest while he walked over, sat back down, and resumed his game of imagination.

Hermione remembered the composure that social etiquette dictated fine ladies keep as Draco resumed his seat next to her, although her task of remaining civilized proved to be difficult.

Whenever she watched her beloved husband act as a loving, caring father to their child, the physical product of their love, it sent her heart fluttering and her cheeks flushing with yearning.

Hermione could hardly help herself.

She was a daughter, a mother, an omega, and a woman of suitable breeding, but those titles didn't cool her passion for her dear mate.

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After Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy tucked Scorpius into bed, Hermione gave her alpha a taste of the deep respect she felt for him as she let Draco push her down into the bed while they made love.

Sweat glistened on Draco's back as he held Hermione's hips in his hands and groaned under his breath while he rode out his pleasure.

His name left her lips in a single, sharp cry as their physical connection culminated in a bright burst of bliss, "DRACO!"

Hermione couldn't help but widen her eyes as she felt her lover empty himself inside of her.

As much as she knew she should be frightened of conceiving another baby, Hermione couldn't bring herself to feel afraid in the height of their passionate tryst.

The idea of carrying another one of Lord Malfoy's children just seemed too appealing to produce a sensation of terror.

When they finally slipped from each other, Draco gathered Hermione into his arms and kissed her lips as if she were food for a starving man.

She expected her kiss to soothe his rouge spirit but as it deepened, she felt the pressure of his arousal against the softness of her thigh and her heart raced in anticipation.

Hermione laid underneath Draco as he hovered over her and took her thighs into his hands.

As she laid back and gazed up at her alpha with her amber eyes soft in gentle admiration, their tender moment was interrupted by a sudden rapping at the glass window.

Draco frowned as he looked over and spied a whirl of fluttering, grey wings outside.

"Draco…..?" Hermione asked as she watched her alpha stand from the bed, wrap a robe around himself as his arousal faded, and walk to the window.

"Draco?" She repeated.

He reached out and unlatched the window, which sent an icy breeze roaring into the room as Hermione shivered and dove under the covers.

The owl that had fluttered outside landed briefly on the exposed stone with a letter in its beak.

Draco furrowed his brow as he took the unexpected parcel into his hands, slit the envelope, and read over it with a scowl.

After the bird flew away, Draco absently lifted a hand and closed the window while he stared down at the letter.

"Mail?" Hermione asked incredulously as she dared to emerge from her warm hiding place, "...At this time of night?"

"It's over, my darling." Draco said with a look of solemn relief on his handsome face as he raised his gaze to meet his wife's.

"What's over?" Hermione pouted.

"...The war." He declared.

In his hands, the words that would change their lives had been written on the parchment in black ink:

Dear Draco,

Your father and I are pleased to inform you that the Dark Lord has been defeated by Harry Potter! The war is over and justice is being served! We've managed to escape Azkaban along with a few others for now…….We beg of you, please, come home! Bring your wife and son! Bring your in-laws as well! Your father and I are nursing broken hearts, we miss you so very much!

Your loving parents,

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy