I hadn't heard from him since that day, not until after the wedding at least. My parents were there, Ron's parents were there. Molly cried as Ron and I said our vows, Harry and Ginny beside us, as the Maid of Honor and Best Man. He showed up at the reception, as did his mom, Narcissa. She wished us both a happy marriage, kissing both me and Ron on the cheek.
"You make a beautiful bride, Mione. Please, if you need anything, you know where we live." She winks.
"Thank you," I answer. I know why Lucius isn't here, from the moment he found out about me and Draco, he had never approved, but that was ok.
"I am seeing someone, Mione." Draco anounces proudly, sticking his chest out.
"Are you really?" I had heard through the grapevines that he had never really shown interest in any girls after the war, that he would get bored with them easily.
"Yes, Miss Astoria Greengrass" He smiles.
"I'm happy for you, Malf" He interupts me.
"Hermione, it's Draco." He smiles.
"I'm happy for you, Draco." I reply, rubbing his arm, in a friendly fashion, where our matching scars now stood. The long-sleeved dress I wore covered mine, and he was wearing a nice, button down shirt, so only him and I knew what I was referring to. "I really am."
Years passed by, every once in a while, a letter received.
Dear Mr. And Mrs. Ronald Weasley, I am pleased to invite you to the uniting of Miss. Astoria Greengrass to Mr. Draco Malfoy. Yours truly, Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy.
Hermione,
The same neat handwriting wrote from years before, I have amazing news! Astoria is pregnant! If it is a boy, we are going with Scorpius Hyperion. If it is a girl, I begged her, and she agrees, Narcissa Jean. Whatever we have, may the baby one day fly with the eagles. Your friend, Draco.
Draco,
That is great. We are also expecting. I think we have decided on the name Rose. Your friend, Hermione.
Hermione,
Scorpius is seven now. He is constantly climbing that tree I pointed out to you in the front yard. He says it reminds him of his Grandmum Cissy, may she rest in peace. He asked me about my scar the other day, the twin to yours, I told him I got that during a war. That a friend was in pain, and I couldn't let them hurt alone. Your friend, Draco.
Draco, Rose asks about mine too. I have told her how you saved my life that night. How you stood up to a bad witch, and fought for my protection. She says when she's older, she wants to fight a bad witch too. I laugh, she has so much fight in her for such a little girl. Your friend, Hermione.
Hermione, I talked to Harry the other day at work. He told me Hugo turned your cat into a frog. Is that the same cat you had in school? Too funny. Just like his father, the trickster. Your friend, Draco.
Draco, Yes. The same cat, and yes he did. He is in big trouble for it too. Your friend, Hermione.
Hermione, All Scorpius ever talks about it going to Hogwarts, he is ten now, next year I will see him off. Will Rose be going as well? Maybe they can sit together, Scorpius really don't have many friends yet, he's a shy one. Your friend, Draco.
Draco, Rose would like that, she will talk his ear off, as well as Albus'. She's very excited. Your friend, Hermione.
And now, tomorrow Rose is off to Hogwarts. Here I am, sitting in front of the fireplace, and I don't know what to do. I don't know if I want to cry, because my oldest daughter is headed off to Hogwarts, or be thrilled, because I knew this was going to happen. Then, I hear a knock on the door. Walking over, I flip the eye-hole looking out.
"Wh- who is it?" I stammer, loud enough for the person outside to hear, but not loud enough to wake the kids, who were sleeping in the other room.
"Are you still awake? It's Draco." The voice replies. I look at my watch, opening the door.
"Draco, it's nearly midnight." I say, stepping aside to let him in. "What are you doing here?" I help him remove his coat.
"I couldn't sleep, and I know how you stress out over things, so I figured you couldn't either." He smirks, sitting down at the dinner table, "I'm just worried, what if he's picked on because he's a Malfoy? Or expected to live up to the bad-boy term that I had to? What if he don't have any friends, because no one wants their kids hanging out with a pure-blood. Remember the picking I used to do? What if he gets that? As pay-back to me." I just hug him, wrapping my arms around him tight. "He will be fine, Draco. Neville is a professor, we can have him watch out for Scorpius. You raised your son well, he is a very bright boy. You worry too much about him." I pull away. "Besides, if he is known for being a Malfoy, everyone will know him for the son of the man who saved a mudblood's life. Who marked himself with the sign of mudblood to show he was no better than those he picked on. Scorpius will be known as the son of a hero, Draco." I smile. "You were always my hero." He smiles back,
"Yea, I guess you're right. Aren't you worried about Rose, though? What will happen to her?" I think about it. Rose, at four, skinned up knees. Her at seven, when James, her cousin, wouldn't stop teasing her, and she punched him in the nose. Her now, growing into a beautiful young lady.
"No, I'm not. I was before you got here. I was acting like Molly, crying my eyes out because my baby was leaving me, but now, I'm fine." Draco looks at me funny. "She has her mother's brains, her father's humor, a mean right hook, and the sons of two of the bravest men in the world to watch out for her. I think she'll do fine." I smile to Draco. "Do you want some tea?"