Author's note: Hello! Last chapter! I'm so sad to see this go!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that JKR has written about, but I simply borrow those characters and twist them into random plots.

Chapter Twenty:

All the Go Inbetweens

(Epilogue)

Harry's POV

I walked into the interrogation room and found Lucius Malfoy looking regal as ever in his filthy Azkaban garb. I took a seat across the table from him. He regarded me with an air of superiority. Well, I'm glad that Lucius hasn't let prison change him.

"Mr. Malfoy," I said clearing my throat.

"Potter. How nice of you to spring me out of jail for such an occasion. Going to question to me death again, eh?" He sneered.

"Well, that would only be too easy. I'm simply going to ask you a few questions and hope that you make this easier on yourself and answer them," I said placing my arms on the table.

He gave me a curt nod. He can act as arrogant as he wants, but he's still going back to prison after this.

"What would you like to know?" He asked spreading his arms as wide as his manacles would let him.

"I would like to know the extent of your little plan involving your son and his wife," I said sitting back in my chair.

He gave me a rueful smile and opened his mouth, "well I was only trying to help my son see that marrying the mud-Muggleborn was a mistake. That he'd see Ms. Parkinson and see the error of his ways. I simply told my plan to Pansy and she did everything else."

"I see. And you didn't tell her to kidnap your son and lure Mrs. Granger-Malfoy?"

"No. I let her figure out the details. What could I really have done from Azkaban? I can barely scratch my head without a guard knowing," he said seemingly at ease.

"Then how did you place the spell upon Ms. Parkinson then?"

"And what spell would that be, Mr. Potter?" He drawled.

"Ms. Parkinson said you placed a taboo upon your name. She said if she spoke it, you would have the power to kill her."

"And again, how could I do that from prison? I don't have a wand nor do I have contact with anyone on the outside. My own wife won't even come visit me! So again, how would I achieve such a thing?" He asked as anger coated his tone.

I was quiet for a moment. I knew he couldn't do anything from jail, but certainly he had to have contact from someone on the outside. He had to have.

"I will admit I planted an idea in her head, but I wouldn't do anything so extreme, not anymore. I haven't changed my views, Mr. Potter, but I wouldn't harm my son again. I've done enough of that."

To say I was shocked by Lucius' statement would be an understatement. I knew he hadn't changed, but I've never heard him actually talk about Draco with such endearment.

"I know that not everyone has changed their views on the world just because the war's over, but I suppose I let my judgement blind me. I shouldn't have automatically blamed you and I am sorry for that."

Shock flickered over Lucius' face for a moment and then it was gone; his face back into a smooth mask of indifference.

"Well, I suppose I cannot blame you for thinking that of me. My past is enough to condemn me of the simplest of things. But I will tell you I had nothing to do with her plan. She was on her own after she came to visit me."

"I see. Do you have any idea where she would have taken Draco once she got the chance?" I asked hoping he'd know something.

"I cannot be sure, but possibly to one of her family's summer homes."

I nodded at him and quickly wrote it down. It was true that most wealthy, Pureblood families had several homes, but not all of them were registered.

"Thank you, Lucius. If we have anymore questions, we'll be in contact."

He gave me another nod. I signaled for the guards to come in. Before Lucius left, he turned and regarded me with his cool grey eyes.

"Mr. Potter?"

"Yes?"

"Would you let me son know that I didn't have anything more to do with this? And tell him and H-Hermione I said I'm sorry."

"I will. And Lucius, I want you to know that you'll be a grandfather soon. They're having a girl."

For a moment I saw his usually emotionless eyes soften, but it was gone before I could get a closer look.

He didn't say anything else, but nodded to the guards and they took him away.

I had to go ask Draco about Pansy's summer homes. If anyone knew, it'd be him.

I knocked on the Manor's front doors. Moments later, Hermione opened the door. She was looking a lot better since I've seen her days ago.

"Harry!" She exclaimed giving me a hug.

I returned the gesture. "Hermione. Is Draco here?"

"Mhm! Come in, I'll go get him."

I walked into the den and sat down in one of the chairs. I didn't have to wait long because Draco came striding in a moment later.

"Potter," he said sitting down on the couch.

"I have a few questions for you," I said getting right to business.

"Oh?"

"I was wondering if you knew the locations of the Parkinson's summer homes."

"I do. Do you think that Pansy fled to one of them?" He asked as I saw hope filter through his eyes.

"Possibly. I-I questioned your father to see if he knew anything."

"Did he?" I could hear the angry bubbling to the surface.

"He didn't, actually. He wasn't really even apart of Pansy's plan. She came to speak to him and he simply said something and she ran with it. It was all her. He didn't even have a taboo on her. She lied."

Draco was quiet for a moment. "Are you sure? You know some of my father's friends are still out there. Any one of them could have done it."

"I know, but he was telling the truth. He, he told me that he didn't want to hurt you anymore. He said he's done enough of that. He also told me to tell you that he was sorry."

Draco looked at me as if I grew another head. "He had nothing to do with this? He actually didn't?"

"Nothing. Pansy was working alone."

Draco nodded at me. "I'll go get a piece of parchment and write down the locations of the Parkinson's homes."

I watched him get up with a dazed look upon his face as he went back to his office. Hermione walked into the den a moment later.

"Is what you say true, Harry? Lucius had nothing to do with this."

"You heard right. He doesn't want to hurt Draco anymore. And I don't know if it was my place, but I told him about the baby."

"And?"

"He didn't say anything, but I think it really hit him. I mean that his son could change and bring a new life into this world after everything that happened. I think he gets it."

"Maybe," was all she said.

Draco came back into the room and handed me the parchment. "I hope this helps."

"Me too. Thanks. I'll owl you both if anything happens."

"Thanks, Harry," Hermione called after me.

Hermione's POV

3 months later

Things have been going well for the past few months. Things that happened with Pansy and my memory have seemed like it almost never happened.

Draco and I were doing just fine. The baby was healthy and that's all we cared about. I was scared that the days Draco and I were with Pansy would have harmed our daughter, but she's fine. The relief was overwhelming.

Harry had found Pansy after a month of eluding the Aurors. They found her close to her family's summer home in America. It surprised me that she eluded them for so long. It seemed Pansy wasn't so brainless as we thought she was years ago.

Narcissa kept to her word and has stayed to help Draco and I with whatever we needed. The woman has really helped me out with everything. Gemma's room was finally finished. I actually enjoyed having her around.

I was sitting in Gemma's room in the rocking chair, admiring our work when a pain shot through my stomach. I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut. I slowly breathed in and out and waited for the pain to subside. When it didn't, I called out for Narcissa. She came rushing into the room, she was incredibly swift for a woman of her age.

"Hermione, what's wrong! Is it the baby?" She asked kneeling next to me.

"I-I think so," I said as I squeezed my eyes shut once again.

"I think we need to get you to St. Mungo's."

I simply nodded.

She placed her hands under my arms and helped me up.

"Wait, we need to tell Draco," I said.

"We will. I'll tell him, but for now we need to get you to the hospital."

I complied as she helped me down the hall and to the fireplace.

"Do you think you'll be all right to floo by yourself?"

"I think so," I told her as I winced.

She handed me the bag of powder. I took a pinch of it and threw it into the fire. I stepped in and feebly called out St. Mungo's. No sooner did I step out of the way, Narcissa stepped out behind me. She grabbed my arm again to help support me and we headed to the front desk.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Malfoy is in labor," she said politely, but with an urgent undertone.

The receptionist behind the desk nodded quickly. She grabbed a wheelchair and she and Narcissa helped me into it. A Healer walked up and started to push me down the hallway as Narcissa walked beside me.

The Healer took me into a private room. He placed a hospital robes on the bed.

"Mrs. Malfoy, would you please change into those robes. Healer Gard will be in in just a few minutes."

"Thank you," Narcissa said for me.

I grabbed the robes and walked into the bathroom to change. Once I came back out and laid down on the bed, Narcissa said she was going to floo Draco and tell him that I was in the hospital.

After Narcissa left, Healer Gard walked in with a small smile on her lips.

"I wasn't expecting to see you so soon," she told me.

"Me either."

"So tell me what happened?" She said starting to hook me up to machines.

"Well, I was sitting down and I felt this sharp pain go through my stomach. It didn't stop until I got here."

"Hmm. Well, you may be in labor. I'll have to run some tests to actually know for sure."

"Hermione!" I heard Draco coming down the hall.

He ran into the room and stopped next to the bed. "Are you ok? Is the baby ok?"

"I told him not to worry too much," Narcissa said coming into the room.

"We were just about to find out, Mr. Malfoy," Healer Gard said.

He took my hand in his and pulled up a chair. He looked over at me.

"I was so scared when mother flooed me and told me that you were in the hospital," he said seriously.

"I'm fine. I might be going into labor," I told him.

"This early?"

"It's only a month. I was a month early and I turned out just fine," I reassured him.

Some of the tension in his body seemed to melt away. "I just want you both to be all right."

"Don't worry Mr. Malfoy, Hermione and your daughter will be just fine. I was right, you're going into labor. Your contractions aren't that close together so it'll take some time. I'll be back in an hour to see how close they are. When I come back, if you want, I could give you something to help with the pain and to speed up the process."

"I'll think about it and let you know," I told her.

She gave us both a nod and a smile and left.

"I can't believe she's going to be here so soon," Narcissa said with a smile.

"Me either," I said getting comfortable.

"I'm excited!" Draco said.

"Of course you would be. You don't have to do any of the work," I teased him.

"I know you're excited as well," he smirked at me.

"Of course I am! I get to finally hold our little girl."

"Since there will be a long wait, I'm going to go back to the Manor and pack a bag for you and Gemma," Narcissa said.

"Thank you, Mother," Draco said not taking his eyes off of me.

"Of course," she said as she left.

Three hours later

I opted for not taking anything to dull the pain, but I did opt for speeding up the process. Last time Healer Gard came in said that I was half way there.

Draco was being so supportive. He was by my side the whole time getting me whatever I needed. I was grateful that he was there. Every once in awhile he'd smile at me. I could almost feel his excitement. It was starting to rub off on me more and more.

When Healer Gard came back in, she told me that I was ready. Narcissa came over to me and gave me a kiss on my forehead and went out to the waiting room. She also owled Harry and the Weasleys for us. They were all out there waiting as well.

She placed a small stool at the end of my bed as Draco scooted closer to my bed and continued to hold my hand.

"Ready Hermione?" Healer Gard asked.

"I suppose so."

"When I tell you to push, push as hard as you can."

All of the birthing books never prepared me for this. The pain was almost as bad as any crucio. I was glad Draco gave me his hand to squeeze, I'm sure I was close to breaking it, but he didn't say anything except encouragement.

I gave one final push and all I heard was her. It was all I could hear over the din in the room. Healer Gard was congratulating us, Draco was kissing my forehead and telling me I did it, but all I could really focus on was her.

Healer Gard cleaned her up and wrapped her in a blanket. She walked over to Draco and I and placed her in my eyes. As soon as my eyes looked into hers, I knew. I knew everything. Everything came back to me in a surge of colors and voices.

I gasped.

"Hermione, are you ok?" Draco asked worried.

"I-I think I remember everything now," I said slowly.

"What?"

"I don't know. I just looked at her and everything came back," I said looking down at my daughter.

She was perfect. Her eyes were the same as her father's and her hair was a light brown and curly like mine (but the curls were smooth). She was beautiful. There was no other word for her.

"I'll tell Healer Gard to get Doctor Faint. Maybe he can explain this to us."

"Maybe. Here, hold her," I told him offering her to him.

He took her from my arms and simply stared. His eyes roved her perfect little face. He finally looked over at me.

"She's gorgeous. She's more than that. There are no words for her," he said quietly.

I smiled up at him as he cooed over her. I felt that she would have Draco wrapped around her finger easily. After a few moments, he gave Gemma back to me so that he could tell everyone and find Doctor Faint.

I stared at Gemma lovingly. She was better than I ever imagined. People came in to visit us. First Narcissa who squealed and cooed over her granddaughter, then Harry and Gin, then Molly and Aurthur and finally Ron.

He slowly came into the room with his hands in his pockets.

"Congrats, 'Mione."

"Thank you," I told him with a smile.

He sat down in the chair next to my bed. "Do you want to hold her?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No thank you."

I was a little hurt that he still couldn't except my life with Draco. It had been months since our falling out. He owled me months ago to ask if I was ok after the ordeal with Pansy, but that was it.

"Ron, are you ok?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't I seen you? I've owled you and everything, but you ignored me."

"I don't know. I guess I couldn't handle your new life."

"Ron, I've been with Draco for years now. You've had plenty of time to get used to this."

"Yes, but now that you have a kid with him, you really are with him now."

"What do you m-" I stopped mid-sentence. Something swam back into my memory.

I was over at the Burrow for Sunday dinner. I came to dinner at least twice a month to catch up with everyone. But this night seemed different. Ron wasn't acting like his usual self. Usually he was a bit stand offish, but friendly enough. Tonight he was back to friendly like nothing ever happened between us. At the time, I wasn't suspicious of his behavior. It was Ron. We've been best friends for years. I was happy to have him back.

He offered to get me something to drink and I accepted. When he came back and gave me pumpkin juice, it tasted a bit weird, but I didn't think much of it. I was pregnant and things tend to taste a little weird at times. He must have put something in my drink that night.

When I looked at Ron, I saw the guilty look on his face.

"What did you put in my drink that night, Ron?"

"Hermione, I was desperate," he started. "I just wanted you back. I didn't want you to be with him. We were happy together."

"We were happy at one time, but we fizzled out. What did you put in my drink?"

"I put in a love potion. I told you I-I was desperate."

"WHAT? How could you?" I asked as I tried to calm Gemma down.

"I love you Hermione. That's why."

"But things would have never worked out. You were so desperate that you would put me under a love potion just so I would love you? It wouldn't have been real!"

Before he could say anything, Draco walked in with Doctor Faint.

"So it was you, Weasley," he said deadly calm. "I heard everything you said. I called Harry and he's coming to take you in. You contributed to Hermione's memory loss."

"I didn't mean to!"

"It doesn't fucking matter! You still did it in hopes she would come back to you and that even backfired," he sneered.

"This is all your fault, Malfoy. She would have come back to me. She would have!"

"Actually Ronald, I wouldn't."

He whirled around and looked at me. I've never seen him look so angry at me. Harry strode into the room.

"Ron, come with me."

"Yes, leave Weasley. You're distressing my daughter," Draco said crossing the room to stand next to me.

He gave us one last withering look and left with Harry.

"Now, Doctor Faint, explain what happened," Draco said calmly.

"Well, as you've both found out, someone used a spell and a potion on you. And now you now what they were. They both counteracted and resulted in Hermione's memory loss, BUT, her memories were guarded in a way. Since you conceived your daughter before you lost your memories, you still had a part of them in you because of her. She helped you. That is why when you got help you got back bits and pieces," he said simply.

I looked from the doctor to Draco and then finally down at Gemma sleeping in my arms.

"But that seems impossible," I said.

"It does, but your daughter was a part of you as well as Draco. So you wouldn't completely forget everything about him for long."

"Wow."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Of course. It's the least I can do after what Pansy did," he said before he left us alone.

"I fucking knew he was a weasel!"

"I know. I just can't believe he'd do something like this."

"I can."

"I know you did. And you were right."

"What was that?"

I sighed. "You were right."

He smiled at me. "Of course I am. I'm just glad everything got sorted in the end. I love you."

"I love you. And I love Gemma."

"I especially love her," he said kissing her forehead.

With my family by my side, I knew things would be ok and I couldn't be happier.

~The End~

A/N: I would like to thank you all for reviewing, favoriting and alerting this story! I'm glad you enjoyed it as much I as did writing it. THANK YOU!

Any future stories in the works: possibly a Harry/Luna chapter fic, a collection of Dramione one-shots and drabbles, and possibly a collection of Lily/James one-shot and drabbles.

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