Apologies for the late update. I wrote this a few days ago but had to let it sit and make sure I liked it. This is it. Enjoy the Last Chapter.

2 YEARS LATER

Draco sat in the all too familiar, large, wooden chair placed in the center of the circular room. He looked slightly different from the last time he sat there. He was thinner, paler and his hair was shorter and more white than blonde. It was clear that Azkaban had aged him. However, it had not changed him. He still sat with his shoulders back and his head held high. His eyes were still piercing silver, full of pride and love.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy you are here for a second trial on the killing of Lucius Malfoy. You have served you're first sentence of two years in Azkaban without any complications." A booming voice began, "Well let's just get to the point Mr. Malfoy. There have been no complaints of your behavior; in fact, praise was given to you instead. Suspicious to me," the man was interrupted by coughing from the others, "Well how does someone have good behavior in Azkaban? The dementors should have been tougher on him in my opinion."

Draco just sat there staring ahead not really paying attention to the man speaking until he heard another voice.

"Sir, with all due respect, Mr. Malfoy has served his sentence which he never should have had in the first place, I might add, but he has served it and served it well. You can't possibly want to punish a great wizard for behaving correctly?"

The booming voice started again, "Mr. Potter, I should have known you would be here and to question the judgment of the ministry!"

"Excuse me," Another large voice started in; a voice that belonged to a man they knew as Kingsley Shacklebolt. "But perhaps, Mr. Potter has a good point. Mr. Malfoy has served his punishment and perhaps now it is time he leave us. One year of magical probation will be given to Mr. Draco Malfoy. If you break one law during that year, you will be back in Azkaban for another sentence. Everyone in agreement with the sentence please rise."

Draco's face rose as everyone in the congregation stood except the man who led them.

Kingsley spoke again. "Well then majority rules. Mr. Malfoy, after you have signed the papers and are given your original clothing, you are free to go."

Draco stood and nodded graciously towards Kingsley knowing that only one year probation was the best possible outcome. He changed his clothes and felt happy to be out of the black and white jail suit. When he stepped out into the hall he was glad to see someone there waiting for him.

"Draco," Harry held out his hand.

"Harry," Draco took his hand and suddenly Harry pulled him into a tight hug.

"It's wonderful to have you back."

Draco couldn't help himself. He held onto Harry tight and tried to fight back tears but failed. It was the first human contact he'd had in two years and he felt so relieved to never have to go back Azkaban.

He pulled out of the hug and wiped his face. "Sorry."

"No worries. I can only imagine what that place is like." Harry couldn't help but notice that Draco kept looking around like he was searching for something or someone rather. "She's not here. She uh she had to stay home." He could see the worry in Draco's eyes. "Don't worry. She's going to be ecstatic to see you and I know you'll feel the same." Draco still didn't say anything. Harry noticed more tears were falling from his face. "What's wrong? Draco you're free. You're going to see your wife in a few minutes."

"Does she still love me? She never came to visit. I mean I know it's Azkaban but two years, we haven't seen each other in two years." He bit his bottom lip and looked towards the floor in fear.

"Draco, man, stop worrying." Harry stated without answering Draco's questions. "How about we go out for a drink before we head home?"

Draco nodded silently and they made their way to the Leaky Cauldron.

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Hermione sat in the all too familiar, large, wooden chair in the corner of the small room. She looked slightly different than she had two years ago. She was thinner. Her hair no longer had the curly life it had once held; instead it fell limp and was much longer than before. Most days she pulled it back into either a bun or a braid. Her skin was no longer a golden color, instead it was pinker. Her eyes however, were still the warm brown they had always been. The only difference was they looked lost as though they were searching for something, something that had been gone.

She sighed to herself, knowing what today was; knowing that her husband may or may not come home today and that he may possibly be locked up in Azkaban forever. There were many times she wanted to go visit him in Azkaban but she feared that he would no longer remember her. She feared that place had changed him and taken his love for her. There were other reasons she didn't go to Azkaban that she would soon have to face but she pushed the thought to the back of her mind and stood. She adjusted her tight jeans and her purple flow-y blouse and headed for the kitchen.

"Mummy?"

Hermione turned around and saw her beautiful red haired son looking up at her. "What honey?"

"When's Uncle Harry coming back?"

Hermione sighed and squatted in front of her son. "I'm not sure." She stood and walked over to a cabinet.

"Mummy?"

"Yes, darling?"

"What's wrong?"

She smiled and even laughed a little. "What do you mean, Draco?"

"You look sad."

Hermione closed her eyes. She found it pathetic that even her toddler knew something was wrong today but she turned and smiled at him and said, "Mummy's just tired, that's all. Why don't you go read that new book I got you?"

With that, Draco ran into the living room and began reading.

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"How has she been?" Draco said sipping his firewhiskey as he and Harry sat at the bar. "I mean we wrote each other often but you can only get so much from a letter."

Harry hesitated but Draco didn't notice, "She's, well she's gotten stronger that's for sure."

"What do you mean?" He sipped his drink again.

"She still loves you Draco. She really does and two years without the person you love takes a toll but she's been surrounded with other people she loves, some new, some old."

"New?"

"No don't worry. Nothing like that." Harry said suddenly hearing the fear in Draco's voice. "You're still her one and only. You just need to understand that when you get back, things will be different."

"How so?"

"I think that's a conversation for you and Hermione."

Draco bowed his head in defeat still unsure about seeing her. "Why didn't she come Harry? Why wasn't she there today?"

Harry sighed taking a large drink, "Because what if you didn't get released? What if you had to go back to Azkaban for the rest of your life?"

"I just wanted to see her and I would have said the same if I had to go back."

Harry took another deep breath. "She still loves you. I promise you'll understand when we get home."

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"I told you. It's for her to tell you."

Draco finished his drink and stood, "Well then let's go."

"Draco? Draco is that you?"

Draco turned around. "Blaise!" He engulfed his best friend in a hug.

"I was just headed over to see Hermione. I knew your trial was today and was hoping you would be there as well. I'm so glad you're out."

Draco scoffed and for the first time he broke out a smile, "Me too. It's so good to see you." Draco found it strange that Blaise was going to see Hermione. He knew that they had become friends through him but he didn't know they were that close. Blaise must have seen the worry in his best friend's eyes.

"Stop that. You know I would never do that to you and quit worrying. She's still as much in love with you as the day she married you, probably more."

Draco rolled his eyes, "I doubt that. There's nothing that happened that could make her love me more."

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Draco as with other things." Blaise winked.

Draco furrowed his brows in confusion. "What?"

"Well I guess you'll be wanting to get back to her now. Owl me when it's okay for me to come see you four."

"Four?" But before Blaise could answer, he was lost in the crowd. Draco turned back to Harry. "Did he just say four?" Harry shrugged and finished off his drink. "I'm sorry I'm being awfully rude. How's Ginny and James?"

"Bloody hell. Did Draco Malfoy just apologize to me, Harry Potter, for being rude?" Draco gave him a smirk. "Only kidding. They are wonderful. Ginny's career has really taken off. Her team is nationally ranked now. James is growing up much too fast. He's huge now and walking and talking and it's surreal."

"But they are all okay right? What about Draco? Does he remember me?" He became panicked.

"Yes they are all just fine, including Draco. He's so big now. He could never forget you. She shows him a picture of you three every night before he goes to bed." Harry laughed.

"Let's go. I have to see them now. I'm ready."

"Then let's go see your wife." Harry patted him on the shoulder and they left the bar.

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Hermione stirred the stew that had been brewing all afternoon. She was starting to worry about Harry. If he was gone this long it means he had to put up a fight and maybe Draco wasn't coming home like she had been hoping for for two years now. Her hands started shaking at the thoughts running through her head. She quickly opened the top cabinet and pulled out a glass and filled it with firewhiskey.

"Uncle Harry!" She heard her son call from the living room.

Her heart started racing and her drink was spilling she was shaking so bad.

Another, stronger voice spoke, "Draco."

Her glass dropped at the sound of her husband's voice. She couldn't breathe. He was finally home.

Harry and Draco's heads shot up as they heard glass shatter.

"Mummy?" Draco Jr. hopped off the couch and ran into the kitchen.

Draco's heart pounded at how old the boy was now and he was so protective of his mother by running off the couch towards Hermione. He picked up the book that Draco had thrown on the floor and read the cover, "Famous Wizards." Draco smirked. She already had the poor boy reading.

His thoughts were disrupted by the young red haired boy running back into the living room, but that's not what caught his attention.

"Hermione." He whispered. She looked more beautiful than he remembered. He noticed tears were tracing the brims of her eyes and then noticed the same was happening to himself.

"Draco."

He closed his eyes tight at her voice and when he opened them he noticed something different. His wife wasn't standing alone like he had expected her to be. Instead she was holding a young girl on her hip. His heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but smile for the girl looked exactly like him. She had whispy blonde hair but with dark brown eyes and her features were sharp, as his were.

Before he could admire the child any longer, Hermione placed her on the floor and she wobbled over to him. "Dada!" She shouted.

Draco let a tear escape as he knelt down to cradle the girl. He held her tight, thoughts rushing through his head. How was this even possible? Our honeymoon? Why didn't she tell me?

He stood still holding the girl tight to his chest as Hermione slowly walked over to him and rubbed the girl's white blonde hair. "This is Molly. Molly Hermione Malfoy." She looked into her husband's eyes for the first time in two years. She rested her forehead on his. "I've missed you so much."

He closed his eyes. "How is this even possible?"

She laughed. "Our honeymoon."

"She's beautiful." He gasped.

"She looks just like you." Hermione admitted.

"Why didn't you tell me? Or come see me?" He wondered out loud.

"I was afraid it would make you vulnerable to the dementors. I wanted to tell you. I wanted to come see you but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to make myself leave. I'm so sorry. It was stupid. I'm so so sorry."

They both sniffed trying to stop their tears. Draco took Hermione by the waist with his free hand and pulled her in for a slow kiss with their daughter squeezed in between them. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Draco Jr. came running over and joined in on their family hug. They both laughed.

"I never wanted this. I never wanted you to have to go through this without me. I never want to miss her being born and her first steps."

"Shhhh it's okay. You're here now. You're here now." She repeated trying to convince herself.

"And I'm never leaving. I love you, all three of you." He patted Draco's red hair, kissed Molly's head, and gently but passionately placed another kiss on Hermione's soft lips lingering there knowing that he would always want this.

I'm sad it's over and I'm not even sure I liked this chapter but I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate all of you. I really hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.