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Hmm, wonder where Hermione chooses to reside…
Here I go…
Chapter Two:
She placed a gentle kiss on his pale cheek. "Although your offer to endure a difficult existence in this flat touches me, Draco, I don't think I can endure such an existence any longer…
"Home is Malfoy Manor to me now, Draco."
000
Draco Malfoy, a father
Yes, Draco Malfoy is an innocent man.
Yes, he has been released from Azkaban.
And yes, we are all overwhelmed with severe excitement…
But hullo- wasn't anyone else listening to Fudge? Draco Malfoy is not only an innocent man, not only was he released from Azkaban-- he is a FATHER…
…of Hermione Granger's child.
Their dreadful, tear-jerking break up was replayed, overanalyzed, and received with EXTREME disbelief.
…And now, roughly a year after their break up, we discover a child was produced from the relationship they ended.
Will there be a custody battle?
Will they reconcile?
Are they- Draco, Hermione, and Dylan- going to become a family?
When will we, the Wizarding World, get a glimpse of baby Malf--
000
"--Coffee Master Malfoy?" Draco glanced down at a house elf bowing at his bedside, a steaming cup of Panamanian coffee on a small silver tray balanced on his left hand.
Sighing, Draco placed the Daily Prophet down on his lap, accepting the coffee gratefully.
"That'll be all. Thank you."
Satisfied, the house elf tucked the tray beneath its arm before nodding at his master and scurrying away.
Sipping the (incredibly hot) coffee carefully, Draco listened to her steady breathing- she was still asleep. He let his head lightly collide with the wooden headboard of their bed, frustrated. Reading the Daily Prophet's front-page article, about himself, lead him to realize that the media now played an enormous role in their lives.
Draco took another sip. The public was infuriatingly eager to 'get a glimpse' of his son, he did not want them anywhere near him, or Hermione.
The cup was unexpectedly taken from his grasp. She sat up, pulling the sheet along with her, covering her bare chest (skillfully avoiding any spills); Hermione then took a sip of his coffee.
"You're not at all uncomfortable with a house elf bringing you coffee in bed while we're completely undressed?"
She leaned across him, placing the newly emptied cup on his bedside table. Though he stopped her from returning to her side of the bed, kissing her thoroughly.
Draco grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she laid her head against his toned chest.
"I wanted you to wake to up to me. It's been awhile.." He closed his eyes, recalling the morning he awoke to five year old Alexander and a thirty-four year old Hermione Malfoy. "…for you anyway."
Hermione, previously tracing his slightly tensed chest muscles, stopped abruptly.
"Meaning?" She shifted in his arms, eyeing him skeptically.
Draco leaned down to capture her lips with his--
--she dodged his attempt, pouting.
"You were with someone while we were apart." Hermione stated. Pushing off his chest, she looked down at him resentfully.
He rolled his eyes, partially out of habit, but mostly at the absurdity of her assumption.
"I'm quite certain my godmother told you of her and Albus' brilliant idea, involving another dimension?"
Hermione relaxed, settling back into his arms as she was previously. "Indeed she did. I wasn't aware you'd recall the experience, though." He felt her tracing his tensed chest muscles once more.
"Their effort would have been futile if I'd forgotten it all."
Draco kissed her.
"Tell me about it, Draco."
"…you were right. I was with someone while you and I were apart." He paused dramatically. "A thirty-four year old you."
Hermione buried her face into his chest, smiling wearily.
"I cannot believe I'm jealous of myself right now." She felt him affectionately kiss her hair .
"I love you." Draco whispered.
"I love you, too."
Their eyes met.
"How many children do we have?"
He closed his eyes, fondly picturing fifteen year old Dylan, five year old Alex and baby Anna.
"Three. They'll be amazing." His voice hoarse with emotion.
"Describe them."
Draco smirked. "Dylan- dirty blond hair, six foot with a Quidditch player's body. He'll be a Slytherin. And he's going to be trouble, a heartthrob. Like father, like son. He inherits the coveted Malfoy smirk.
"Alex- he'll be a replica of myself. The platinum blond hair, my eyes… everything. But he acquires his intelligence from his beautiful mother. He'll make us laugh, he's hilarious. He too inherits the Malfoy smirk.
"And Anna. She'll be our baby. And she is all you. Alex is to Draco as Anna is to Hermione…almost. Anna may have your hair, your nose, your lips, but she'll have my eyes. And hopefully my smirk. She was merely a baby when we met, and babies can't smirk… but I'm confident I came out of my mother smirking."
Hermione laughed softly. "Thank you for sharing that with me." She kissed him deeply. "When I had Dylan, I vowed I'd never have children again. Having him without you, alone, was too painful. Physically and emotionally.
"But just listening to you illustrate these two children that we will create together, children I thought I'd never bear…I think not having them would just be more painful. I fall deeper in love with them each time picture them with their older brother."
They were about to share another kiss when a house elf suddenly appeared between them.
Hermione yelped, hugging the sheets closely to her chest.
"Master Malfoy- a woman called Rita Skeeter summons your presence."
WOOOOW. It's been awhile, huh?
Well, in the past few days, I've re-discovered my love for writing fanfics so, the next update will not take as long as this did! I promise.
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