Thanks to all the followers for sticking with me and apologies for the late update. Enjoy Chapter 16.

TWO YEARS LATER

"Draco? Draco come here." Hermione was sitting on the couch calling out to the love of her life. "Draco, come to Mommy." She opened her arms out wide for her son to crawl over to her. When he made it over to her she picked him up and hoisted him into the air and kissed his nose. "Mommy loves you so much." She stood him up on the floor, holding him by the waist. "And even though Daddy isn't here he loves you too."

"Hermione?" Ginny called.

"In here!"

"Hey we're gonna run to Diagon Alley here in a bit, you and Draco wanna come?"

"Oh that sounds lovely." She continued to play with her 16 month old son. Ginny laughed. "What?"

"Nothing. It's just," she paused and sighed, "He looks so much like Ron."

It was true. The young boy already had fiery red hair, though it was bushy and curly like Hermione's. His eyes were a perfect sapphire blue that sometime startled Hermione when she looked into them. And his face was covered with freckles.

"I know. It's wonderful." Hermione giggled and rubbed her nose against young Draco's.

Harry and Ginny weren't too fond of the name Hermione choose for her son.

"It's a boy!" The healer exclaimed.

Hermione threw her sweaty head back onto the pillow after hours of painful labor. Ginny was on one side of her and Harry on the other.

"You hear that Hermione?" Harry said excitedly, "You have a little Ron." Ginny laughed through her tears.

"Draco." Hermione said through her heavy breathing.

"What?" Harry asked confused. Hermione hadn't spoken of Draco Malfoy since a week after he left her. She had never heard anything from him after she told him she was pregnant with Ron's baby. He never even came back for his clothes. They still sat in the dresser and closet of the room Hermione occupied. A fact Harry hated.

The healer handed Hermione her son who was now cleaned and wrapped in a tiny blue blanket. She cried and choked out, "His name. Draco Ronald Weasley."

"No." Harry responded furiously. Hermione didn't respond. She only looked down at her son as happy as they had seen her in months. "You're not naming him after that git."

Hermione continued to ignore Harry.

"Hermione," Ginny said softly, "are you sure about that name? I mean,"

"I'm positive. He's beautiful." Hermione handed her son to Ginny.

As soon as Ginny held her nephew she melted and no longer protested. "Hello Draco Ronald Weasley. Welcome to the world." She too cried.

Harry still wasn't convinced. "I'm sorry Hermione but I will not call him that."

Her head snapped at him. "Call him whatever you want but his name is Draco."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine."

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"Draco? Draco come here."

"Astoria? What's wrong?" Draco Malfoy came into the kitchen of his large home. He saw his petite blonde wife reaching to the top shelf trying to grab something.

"Can you help me get the sugar down?"

He laughed and walked over to her then grabbed her by the waist and raised her high above his head. He was a strong and as muscular as he ever had been. Clearly time was on his side. She laughed hysterically but could now reach the sugar. "Got it?" He didn't even sound like he was struggling.

She laughed again. "Yes, you can put me down now." He turned her around and sat her on the counter in front of him. "Thank you my love."

He leaned forward and kissed her and said, "No problem."

She hopped off the counter and skipped to find other ingredients. "Hmph. I don't have everything I need. Will you come to Diagon Alley with me?" She stuck out her bottom lip.

He placed his hands around her waist and kissed her nose. "Of course."

He started walking away when she said, "I love you Draco Malfoy."

He turned around and smiled, "I love you too Astoria."

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"So why are we here again?" Hermione asked as she carried Draco down Diagon Alley alongside Ginny and Harry.

"Ginny needs some new Quidditch gear." Harry stated.

"Oh yeah. When does the season start back up?" Hermione inquired.

"Three weeks."

"I think Draco and I here are gonna go to see Uncle George in his shop. How would you like that?" She bounced him on her hip. "You guys can just meet us there okay?"

They both nodded and Hermione headed to the joke shop owned by George Weasley.

"Oh I can't wait to have kids." Ginny declared. She spent most of her free time with her nephew due to Hermione's job at the ministry in the Department for Magical Creatures. Ginny was a proud player of a very successful Quidditch team called the Holyhead Harpies so she was only busy during season.

"Well Mrs. Potter I guess we'll just have to work on that." Harry beamed at his wife, remembering the day of their wedding.

It was around eleven months ago that Ginny took her father's arm and started walking down the aisle to her soon to be husband. She was dressed in a simple, form fitting ivory laced dress created by the one and only Molly Weasley. The neck line swooped down and there were capped sleeves. Her hair was curled for once and pulled halfway up. The ivory looked perfect on her pale skin and her red hair. She was beaming and when she looked at Harry, so was he. She looked to the other side of the preacher and saw her best friend and maid of honor. Hermione was wearing a very tight fitted, short purple dress. Ginny laughed as she remembered how hard Hermione had worked during the past five months to lose all the weight she had gained during her pregnancy, but she had to admit, her best friend looked better than ever. She was skinnier and clearly more toned than before.

When Ginny reached Harry she felt on top of the world and as beautiful as ever. They were outside of the Burrow, standing under a beautifully decorated arch, thanks to Mrs. Weasley and Fleur. It was covered in white roses and wonderful green vines.

"Today we are gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony," the preacher began.

The best man was none other the Neville Longbottom. He and Harry had grown even closer over the years as they survived Auror training together and were now partners. Neville had actually grown to be a very handsome young man. His teeth straightened out as did his jaw line. It seemed as though his nose had become more proportionate to his face and his hair was very clean cut. He had also lost all of his baby fat.

The ceremony was coming to a close as the preacher said, "And do you Harry James Potter take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?"

He slowly slid the gorgeous diamond ring onto Ginny's left ring finger and said, "I do."

"Then with the power vested in me by the Ministry of Magic I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss your bride."

Hand in hand, they leaned in for their first kiss as a married couple. They pulled away and smiled widely at each other.

"I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter."

Everyone stood and clapped and they headed back down the aisle followed by their two best friends.

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"Where are you going again?" Draco asked his wife as they strode down Diagon Alley.

"I'm going to pick up some food for dinner. Are you not coming with me?" She squeezed his hand.

"I have to go pick up Blaise something for his birthday."

"Ok where are you gonna go?"

"I'll probably just pick him something small at the joke shop."

"Ok," she gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'll meet you there when I'm done."

He nodded and when she smiled back at him it reminded him of their wedding day two months ago.

He watched her as she walked down the aisle of the church in a large white ball gown. Her veil laid perfectly over her face but he could still see her bright smile. When she reached him, her father placed her hand in his and patted him on the back.

To his right stood his best man, Blaise Zabini. Their relationship was strange. They always teased each other and sometimes even acted like enemies but deep down they always had each other's back. To Astoria's left stood Pansy Parkinson who still looked like a pit bull even in a beautiful long green dress.

"You may now kiss your bride."

Draco lifted Astoria's veil, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her in front of what seemed to be the entire wizarding world. When he pulled away she smiled at him but he only smirked back due to the thought that ran through his head. He didn't know why but at that moment when he officially made Astoria his wife, Hermione's face popped into his mind.

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"Say hi Uncle George." Hermione passed Draco off to George Weasley.

"Well hello my favorite nephew." Draco put his small hand right in the middle of George's face impairing his vision. Hermione and George laughed.

"He's a little fussy today for some reason."

"I'm so glad you stopped by with him, Hermione. It really made my day." George had been doing much better since Fred and Ron's death but some days were still tough. On the hard days there was always one person who could cheer him up and that was Draco Weasley. It made him feel better knowing that one of them lived on even after their death.

Hermione smiled at George. The two had grown close over the past two years. They let their loss bring them closer and they bonded over the loss of the people they loved. "Anytime. You know that."

George placed him on the floor beside them and they looked out over the shop. "It's a busy day today though for some reason so I'm afraid I can't spend much time talking."

"Oh that's quite alright. I'm just gonna have a look around. I see you got some new stuff in and you know me I could always use a laugh." He giggled at her comment. She looked down at the floor to pick up Draco but he wasn't there. "Where's Draco? He was just here." Panic ran through her voice.

"I don't know I put him right here I swear. He couldn't be far." He tried to sound calm for his friend's sake but he was bloody terrified as well.

Hermione whipped around looking low at the many customer's feet. "Draco? Draco?"

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Draco slowly headed in the way of the joke shop. He started to reminisce. The past two years of his life had seemed to fly by. It was hard to believe where his life had gone. Sometimes he couldn't even believe it himself. He was married to a beautiful woman he cared deeply about and within two years he created and now owned his own Quidditch team. He had more money and happiness than he could ever dream of. Then his mind went to Hermione. He wondered how she was doing and what kind of life she had made for herself. When he thought of her, which was often, he instantly thought of his decision to not go back, but then he arrived at the joke shop and pushed those thoughts to the back of his head.

Once he entered the shop, he was surprised at how crowded it was. He could barely even make his way through the place. Then suddenly he heard a voice, a voice he had heard many times, a voice he loved, a voice that was calling his name. His heart fluttered.

"Draco? Draco?"

Before he knew it, he felt something hitting his leg. He looked down and it was a small child with bushy, red hair. When the child looked up at him, Draco stared into deep blue eyes. Draco leaned down and picked up the boy for fear of him being crushed under the crowd. The boy giggled. His parents had to be around here somewhere.

"Draco?" Hermione called again. Why was she calling his name? His heart raced and his stomach was churning. What would he say? And where were this kids parents? "Oh thank god." Hermione took the small boy out of Draco's arm without even noticing it was him. She turned around towards George who had a horror stricken look on his face. "George what's wrong? It's okay. We found him." But George didn't answer. He only looked passed her with wide eyes. "George what the devil are you looking at?" Hermione whipped around and was clearly startled at who she saw. She was so shocked in fact that she nearly dropped Draco.

Draco had an epiphany. It was Hermione's child he had been holding and she was calling out for her son, Draco.

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