An: Based of you'll be in my heart. Someone asked for a sequel of the previous chapter. Hope you like it
Draco was devastated. Another try and another fail. He and Celeste were trying for a baby. Well he was. Celeste hadn't cancelled the contraceptive charm and Draco finally knew. He threw her out of the manor and divorced her right there and then. There he was, twenty almost twenty-one and he was divorced and still childless. His sham of a marriage hadn't last the year. After ten months he just couldn't anymore. He missed Hermione so much. She always knew what to do but he knew that he could never have her again.
A few days after the news broke of his divorce, an owl tapped on his window. He didn't need to drown his sorrows like he did when he lost Hermione. He actually was very relieved he wasn't married to Celeste anymore. The owl stuck out his leg and Draco gave the owl a treat as he opened the envelope. Inside was just a photo. A photo of a child that looked like him. Draco burst into tears looking at the little girl with straight brown hair and doe-like grey eyes. She was sucking her thumb on the photo and apparently giggling at the one taking the photo. There was a second one. The baby girl was laying on her back gurgling and blowing spit-bubbles. The girl on the picture looked around 6 or 7 months old. She looked absolutely adorable and he knew that Hermione must have been her mother.
He confronted his mother about Hermione. She eventually confessed of sending her away. Draco raged and shouted, he threw with plates and broke his mother's favourite vase. "Why mother WHY! How could you do this to me?"
Narcissa sniffled. "I thought I was doing right by you son. I thought that you and Hermione were a phase. You needed to continue the pureblood tradition."
Draco looked up to face her again. "I've broken the tradition. I'm going to see Hermione now. I need to see her. But before I do, I want you to see what you almost kept from me. What you kept from yourself." Draco gave her copies of the pictures of the child. Narcissa broke down after that. Draco apperated away to Hermione's flat. But there was nobody there.
He sank to the floor and put his head in his hands. He didn't know how long he sat there for. The sound of footsteps on the stairs shook him out of his slumber but he didn't dare look up. The last few times he looked up he had been devastated. A soft hand ran down his hair and he finally looked up. "Let's go inside."
Hermione was carrying his child on her arm. The girl was happy and loved. He wanted that. He needed that. Hermione pulled him inside and pushed him towards the sofa. She put the girl in her cot where she was making little sounds. Draco remained standing and turned towards her.
"Hermione. Why didn't you tell me?" Draco asked, pain and betrayal laced his voice.
Hermione looked at him and put her hand on his cheek. "Because I was afraid. Afraid that you didn't want this anymore. Afraid that Narcissa would take Lyra away, afraid…"
"Wait you named her Lyra? You named her after a star?" Draco interrupted her.
Hermione nodded. "I never wanted to be able to forget you Draco. I love you."
Draco didn't know what to say. He shuffled closer and pressed his lips on hers. It felt like coming home. It felt like all would be fine in the end. He would make it work. They would make it through this.