A/N: Okay I know its been ages and my last update was in March and its almost April end.

I was just packed up with depression, exams and my new found relationship.

Anyhow, I managed to write this chapter amidst all of it and I just hope its a comeback after my absence.

And Draco lovers, please do not kill me by the end of this chapter. I beg of you please! I LOVE HIM TOO!

Anyways ... here goes nothing!


"You must tell her,"

Harry turned around his seat to find a certain blonde Malfoy looking grimly at him.

"Ah Malfoy! What brings you here to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked casually an motioned Draco to take the empty seat in front of him.

"It's Saturday, I can do whatever the hell I want," Draco replied with a sneer and took the seat. "But that's not the point-"

Harry questioningly looked at his nemesis and sipped on his butterbeer. "Then please enlighten me." He said simply, waiting for an answer.

A few minutes passed by in silence and all Harry watched was the change in Draco's facial expressions as he tried to get some words out of his mouth. "I don't have all day," Harry reminded him, which brought a massive look of annoyance on Malfoy's face.

"That you've got an offer from the American Ministry Potter," Draco growled, watching Harry's eyes grow big in surprise. "And you're considering it."

Harry started at the blonde who's lips etched into a grim line. He had recently learned from Ginny that Draco had his eyes for Hermione and had turned into one of her close friends. Every time Harry was caught spending his quality time with his girlfriend during the weekends, he always noticed a look of hurt in Malfoy's eyes.

It was confirmed that Draco Malfoy out of all the Wizards had feelings for Hermione Granger.

But she had fallen for Harry instead.

"Potter, answer me!" Draco further demanded. "Are you actually considering it?"

Harry for a moment kept quiet knowing that a part of him wanted to accept the letter. He had always been the one who lived under the stairs and now that Harry had the chance, he wanted to grab it.

So yes, Harry Potter was guilty.

"Maybe," Harry muttered loud enough for the blonde to listen. "I'm not sure though, I mean Hermione's here, the Weasleys, my home and memories-" he sighed and closed his eyes. "I want to start it all over again Malfoy, I want to start over," he looked into Draco's questioning grey eyes. "So yes, I've been considering it."

Draco's hardened eyes continued to glare at the wizard in front of him; only when they slightly softened after understanding the reasons behind his decision.

"Then what about Hermione?" He asked. "In fact what about the Weasleys and your godson Potter? Don't they need you here?"

Harry knew that Malfoy's questions were valid.

"I need them too, they are my family," Harry replied. "They are home and sometimes all of us have to go away from home, only for their own sanity. And Hermione," he sighed. "I want her to come with me. She's that one person who I don't want to leave. I love her so much," he then looked at the blonde. "But you know, I have a feeling that she wouldn't agree on joining me because she wants to stay close to her parents. They had been away for a while with a completely different identity. And now when they are back, Hermione doesn't want to miss a single moment with them. I respect her wishes Malfoy, that's why I'm ready to let her go."

Draco remained silent at Harry's words and then understood why his heart aches whenever he saw Hermione with this pathetic excuse of a wizard.

He was letting her go so that she could be happy with Potter.

Love made him do stupid things for her.

"Take care of her for me will you?" Harry sincerely asked Draco. "I've seen the way you look at her."

Malfoy couldn't mask the look of astonishment at Potter's words.

"She will be broken at my decision and I want someone to take care of her and love her as much as I do," Harry continued. "And out of all people, I think you're the one to do me this favor."

"But why?" Draco asked when he found his voice. "You've hated me for so long and then I've taunted her for all these years-"

"And yet you became friends with her despite everything," Harry cut him off gently. "If you think that I don't notice things, you're an idiot. You've already made up for many things Draco. Maybe this won't hurt you."

With that, Harry placed the tip on the table and patted Malfoy's shoulder before leaving the local bar. The blonde sat there all stunned, wondering what had happened just mere moments ago.

Did Potter just gave him permission to make Hermione fall for him?

Or was it just a chance to prove himself that he had become a better man?


Draco's eyes opened in a sudden flash when he realized that he had dozed off on his comfortable seat in his office. He looked around as the digital clock on his table buzzed, reminding him that Hermione would be arriving with Potter any second.

It was the last time Hermione was to be checked before the baby was to be safely delivered into Draco's arms.

Smiling to himself, the blonde straightened up as his mind wandered over the memory which decided to open so many gateways to the past as to how Harry had forgiven Draco.

How could he forget that Potter was the one who left Hermione so that she could be with him?

How could that git think that Draco Malfoy of all could always keep her happy?

"He doesn't know." Draco muttered to himself as the office door opened to reveal a heavily pregnant Hermione, happily smiling her way inside. Behind her followed Harry, who was carrying a half-asleep Scorpius in his arms.

"He wore himself off again," Harry explained glancing at the boy in his arms. "From where does he get all the energy?"

"That's all my doing," Draco said with a smirk and got up to place a kiss on his wife's cheek. "And how are you doing?" He whispered with a smile.

The brunette simply shook her head and sat down on the couch. "The baby has been moving around a lot lately," she answered rubbing her swollen belly. "Trust me Draco when I say that she will grow up to be a Quidditch player like her dad-"

"Wait, you never told me." Harry cut her off with a look of surprise. "Is it a girl?"

"Potter, there is something what we call the 'mother's instinct' and that's what Hermione's been having lately." Draco answered for his wife, who nodded in agreement. "And I'm surprised you never told him!" He added giving the brunette a surprised look.

Hermione blushed and looked at her swollen tummy. "I wanted it to be a surprise for others, especially for Harry," she said with a passive smile on her face as she caressed the bump. "Remember when I was with Scorp, how hard was it for Ron to guess that it's a boy?"

"I think she just likes playing around with the godfathers," Draco said with a laugh and looked at the Raven-haired wizard. "Nevertheless, better you than anyone else Potter." He further said with a smirk before he got on his feet.

And all of a sudden, world seemed to spin for Draco.

He caught hold of the arm of his cushioned seat while the other went to clutch his spinning head, while his heart panicked and so many thoughts rushed into his mind. Draco knew that Hermione was there and was crying out for help while Potter caught him before he fell and hit his head on the desk.

The only thought which came into Malfoy's head before he blacked out to his wife calling out her name was- 'They don't have to know it like this.'

Only that it was too late.


The next thing Draco knew was his eyes were closed yet he tried to concentrate on the soft murmuring around him. He caught on to Potter's heavy voice and the soft one seemed to be very unfamiliar.

"He never told you?" Draco heard the unknown voice say. "He's been coming here for treatment every Saturday."

Oh bugger, the Malfoy thought. This blasted healer of his was telling Potter everything.

As in the exact reason of why he ended up in a hospital bed.

"For how long has he been diagnosed?" Harry asked the healer in a very low voice.

Draco could sense hesitation in the healer's behavior; he had gone silent for a few minutes.

"Around six months," the healer finally answered. "I suggested him to inform his family, but you know how this git is Potter; he's a stubborn arsehole."

Potter chuckled humorlessly and all Draco wanted to do was to punch the healer's face. For all this time his secret had been safe and he was planning on letting his wife know a few months after she gave birth.

And all it took him was a fall in his office.

"At least you knew Zabini," Potter spoke again. "Even if I was aware about this situation I would've done anything to help Malfoy. After all, I'm in debt of Hermione's emotions. And they are so happy together-"

Harry suddenly stopped when the two men saw Draco struggling to open his eyes. At an instant, Blaise had started running the physical tests while Harry just stood there with wide eyes as he tried to take the news which he had been given.

And finally when Draco Malfoy decided to see the light, Harry knew what had to be done.

Emerald green clashed with stormy grey ones, and so many questions were exchanged at that moment.

"You've started to have black outs, just as I said in our last appointment," Blaise's voice made Draco look away from Potter. "You might have to start cutting down on your work hours, knowing it will start getting frequent."

Draco went paler at the news, momentarily forgetting that Harry was there in the ward. "But then, who will take care of everything-"

"Malfoy, please for once listen to others." Harry hissed angrily and then looked at Blaise. "Do you mind if we have a moment?"

The healer nodded and exchanged a look with the blonde before quietly exiting the ward. Now when there was no one to disturb, both men knew that there were some questions were to be answered.

Draco dreaded Potter's fury.

He knew the moment he sat on the chair next to the bed he was gonna blast.

"Where's Hermione?" Draco suddenly asked, remembering that his wife was present before he passed out. "And Scorp?"

Harry's face remained straight. "Hermione's dead worried and waiting outside in the lobby. Scorpius is with the Weasleys." He answered as a wave of awkward silence engulfed them.

Draco closed his eyes and waiting for Harry to let out his anger.

It never happened.

Sighing loudly to himself, Draco opened his eyes only to find the other wizard giving him a grim look.

"Aren't you going to ask?" Draco whispered softly.

"What's there to ask?" Harry replied monotonously. "The question is, didn't Hermione deserve to know?"

Draco guiltily looked away, which allowed Harry to continue his talk.

"You are fucking dying of leukemia Malfoy. You barely have another three months!" Harry exclaimed angrily. "Doesn't the wife deserve to know what's wrong with her husband? She loves you for Merlin's sake!"

Draco's eyes filled with tears knowing that Potter was right; he always was right. He should've told Hermione ages ago but-

"I'm sure you never told her because she was pregnant and happy," Harry continued. "And plus there are high chances for her to have a miscarriage after that Cruciatus Curse your bloody aunt hit her with. But didn't you realize how concerned she was? You distancing yourself from her scared her to death!"

"Potter, I know." Draco drawled. "Now will you shut the fuck up and let me speak?"

When Harry quietened, Draco decided it was time that he knew the truth.

"I was diagnosed in November, just two months after you returned," he started. "And I knew that if Hermione was got to know about this, she's be broken. After all, she's carrying our child and then there was Scorp," he paused and gave a small smile. "The last thing I want is for Scorpius to lose me. He's Hermione's shadow and moreover my son. I love him. That's why I kept quiet."

Harry nodded understandingly and looked into those mercuric orbs which were losing its shine behind those tears.

"I thought of telling Hermione but Potter, I was scared that she'd miscarry out of stress; it almost happened when she was pregnant with Scorpius." Draco continued with a shaky whisper. "I'm sure she understood that something was wrong with me and I kept hiding my pain and emotions from her. It was all for my family; for Hermione and for Scorpius."

"When were you planning to tell her then?" Harry cut him off suddenly. "Or was it your intention for her to know on your death bed?"

"I was planning on telling her this week, after she gave birth," Draco replied. "It would be a loss and gain situation so-"

"You do realize that she loves you right?" Harry asked as bile rose up his stomach. "And you were the one she took her wedding vows with."

Malfoy merely laughed and shook his head before closing his eyes again.

"Potter, I know Hermione the best, other than you of course. She's my wife." He said. "And what I'm trying to tell you is that she's truly been in love with you for all this time."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise while his head tried to contemplate Malfoy's words while the blonde merely smirked and continued.

"She was broken you know, after her mother died," Malfoy said with a solemn look on his face. "Hermione had shut the world around her; only only person she wanted was you. And once both of us were together, she couldn't get over you. She tried her best to hate you Potter, but Hermione ended up loving you more. She still loves you."

Harry had no words to utter, in fact for a moment his mind went blank and all he could feel his heartbeat throbbing against his chest.

Hermione still loved him?

It was impossible!

"Potter," Draco's voice brought him to reality. "For all these years I took care of Hermione. Now it's about time I give her back to you. She won't be alone though; my children will also be there and they would want a father figure in their life-"

"I can't do this Malfoy," Harry whispered sadly. "I can't be Scorpius' and the baby's father. That title solely remains with you. And Hermione, she's your wife and-"

"I love her," Draco finished with a small smile. "That's why I'm ready to let her go."

Harry's eyes widened at Draco's words and the two men exchanged a linking look, silently exchanging some words.

Harry recalled his conversation with Malfoy from all those years ago; the one they had in Hogsmeade all those years ago.

Then, it wasn't too easy to let go of Hermione.

And it was going to be hard enough to take her back when she was in love with another man.

Only if Malfoy wasn't bluffing.

All of a sudden the ward opened and the two wizard looked at the door to find Blaise running into the room in urgency.

"Hermione heard your conversation," he said between his panting. "She heard most of it."

Harry and Draco exchanged worried looks only to realize that he wasn't finished.

"She was crying and then all of a sudden she screamed and-" he paused and looked at Draco. "Her water broke, she's been taken to the Maternity Department."

"Go," Draco said immediately to Harry with a pat on his shoulder. "She needs you the most-"

"Well she needs you!" Harry retorted.

"I can't go in the condition can I?" Draco asked angrily, pointing at himself. "The only person she will let in at this moment is you Harry. So go now!"

Harry gave the blonde a last glare and did what he was supposed to do.

To let himself into Hermione's heart all over again.