A/N: This is the last chapter! *sniffs sniffs*

Chapter 27: Epilogue

10 YEARS LATER

I rubbed my eyes sleepily and yawned as I rolled over. The curtains were still closed, which gave the bedroom a dark but cozy feel. I looked to my left only to find the other half of the bed empty.

Hmm…odd.

I got up reluctantly and brushed my teeth before throwing on a robe and making my way downstairs. As I walked down the stairs, I could hear a faint humming which sounded as smooth as honey. A smile automatically made its way to my face as I followed the humming sound to the kitchen.

I leaned casually against the kitchen door as I watched the most beautiful woman make a cup of coffee, singing softly to herself.

Her hair was the usual morning mess of chestnut curls and my fingers itched to run through them. She wore her morning robes still and the dark red was a contrast to her creamy pale skin. Her back was to me and she still had no idea I was standing there so I quietly crept up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, startling her slightly.

"Good morning, beautiful." I murmured, kissing her cheek and resting my chin on her shoulder.

"Morning. Finally decided to get up?" She chuckled, stirring her mug of espresso coffee.

I glanced at the clock in confusion.

Whoa.

10 am?

I never slept in that late.

"Hermione! Why didn't you wake me up?" I exclaimed.

Crap, I'm going to be late for work!

"Draco, relax! It's Saturday today."

I heaved a sigh of relief and rested my head on her shoulder.

"I swear, if you keep stressing over work, you're going to give yourself a heart attack!" She giggled, placing her hand over mine which was resting on her swollen stomach.

"Hey. It's hard work running your own business. This is a new project and I can't mess it up. Anyway, how's our little boy?" I murmured in her ear, rubbing her belly slightly.

"He's doing just fine. He kicked this morning."

"What! You should have woken me up then!" I whined.

I loved to feel our son kick. It sent tingles down my spine that our baby boy was growing in there. Every time I felt that movement in her stomach, the future flashed before my eyes and I could see myself doing all the father-son things with my son.

"Sorry, honey. It's just…you looked so peaceful, I didn't feel like waking you up!"

Before I could respond, I heard the most amazing sound to my ears.

"DADDY!"

I turned to find my 3-year-old daughter run up to me in her pink and white pajamas as she jumped into my arms.

"Good morning, Princess!" I exclaimed, kissing her rosy cheek as I balanced her on my hip.

Jemma Rose Malfoy was the most adorable daughter anyone could ever ask for. She had curly blonde hair and her mother's breathtaking deep brown eyes. Her smile could melt hearts and her laugh was addictive to hear.

"Mommy!" Jemma grinned at Hermione over my shoulder as she wrapped her little arms around my shoulders.

"Morning Sweetheart. Would you like some chocolate chips pancakes?" Hermione cooed as she kissed Jemma's cheek and grabbed the pancake mix from the kitchen cupboard.

"YES YES YES!" Jemma cheered, making me smile at her cute, innocent charm.

"Wait, did you brush your teeth?" Hermione questioned.

Jemma immediately frowned and shook her head, looking down.

"Jemma, be a good girl and go brush your teeth." Hermione instructed softly.

"I don't wanna! I want pancakes now!" Jemma whined, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Princess, listen to Mommy now." I cooed.

She stuck out her lower lip even more and her brows furrowed as she attempted to glare at me. But to me, she still just looked like the cutest little angel.

"How about, if you brush your teeth, Mommy will put extra chocolate chips in your pancake. You like that, right?" I prodded.

Jemma's face lit up and her smile returned.

"Okie Dokie!"

"Good girl!" I murmured, rubbing her nose lightly with mine before setting her down and watching her run off to the bathroom.

"I swear, she's almost more stubborn than you." Hermione chuckled.

"Aw, you're just jealous because she's Daddy's little girl." I retorted.

"Enjoy it now baby, because once she gets older, she's not going to be coming to you about puberty and boy problems." Hermione laughed.

Boy problems?

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Hold up. There will be no boy problems. There will be no boys in the first place!" I firmly said.

No way I'm going to let some guy anywhere near my little girl!

"Draco, once she gets older and becomes a teenager, she's gonna start developing feelings for boys. You can't just shield her away. You can only support and guide her. Give her advice. And that Mommy's territory."

"Who says she needs to start liking boys. She can start when she's older and more mature, like around thirty."

"Well, I didn't exactly fall in love with you when I was thirty. If everyone had that type of thinking, we wouldn't be here and neither would Jemma." Hermione smirked, knowing she won.

I was about to give her a really witty comeback when I heard my little angel's voice again.

"I finished!"

She jumped back into my arms and I cocked her on my hip again, holding her close to me.

Oh gosh I love my baby girl so much.

I don't ever want to put her down.

Hermione's right.

She's going to grow up someday.

I didn't want her to grow up.

I wanted her to be my little girl forever.

"Daddy Daddy tomowo we going to Digo Alley!" Jemma exclaimed, bouncing up and down slightly in my arms.

"First off, Baby Girl, it's Di-a-gon. Second, who said we're going there tomorrow?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Harry and Ginny invited us to join them for lunch. Ron and Lavender will be there too." Hermione said as she started making the pancakes.

I merely nodded and sighed.

On one hand, I was not that thrilled about seeing Potter and the Weaseleys. I mean, we were on good terms, but we were still not great friends. But on the other hand, I couldn't wait to return to Diagon Alley. It had been a year since we went there and though I loved Muggle life now, I still liked to revisit my old roots.

Besides, Jemma really loved the magic too.

If you were to tell me when I was younger that my daughter would end up being a half-blood witch, I would punch you in the face.

But here I was…as happy as ever in a situation just like that.

"Mommy, how's Scawpiun?" Jemma cocked her head to the side as she stared at Hermione's baby bump.

"Scawpiun? Sweet heart, what are you…oh…Draco! Have you been telling Jemma we'll name our son Scorpius again?" Hermione placed her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

"I…might have mentioned it. What's wrong with Scorpius?" I defended.

"It sounds like Scorpion, as Jemma just pointed out. For the last time, we are not naming him Scorpius. End of discussion."

"Fine. So Baby Girl, did you have any nice dreams last night?" I asked, leaning against the island in the kitchen.

"Mmhmm. I dwempt you, Mommy, me and Scawpiun were at de beach. We weh making big sand-castles!" She smiled, holding her two hands up at a distance to show how big the sand castles were.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Jemma's speech. She still couldn't pronounce her 'r' and 'th' sounds, but she was getting there. She was advanced in her learning, just like her Mommy.

"That's great Baby Girl!" I exclaimed, kissing her soft cheek.

"Daddy. I'm not a baby. I'm this big!" She replied, holding up 3 little fingers.

I smiled and grabbed her little hand, placing a big kiss on it and holding it firmly.

"Sweetheart you'll always be Daddy's Baby Girl." I whispered, looking into those mesmerizing, adorable big brown eyes.

Jemma giggled and threw her arms around my neck, pressing her cheek to mine.

"I love you, Daddy!"

I held her little head of curls as I hugged her back tightly.

"I love you too, Cupcake."

I glanced at Hermione who was watching us with a big smile as she rubbed her stomach lightly.

"Love you too." I mouthed to her, which made her mouth the same thing back.

I smiled as I realized just how perfect my life was.

I had the most amazing, beautiful, loving, perfect wife I was crazy in love with.

I had the world's sweetest, most adorable little daughter.

I was going to have a little boy in about 4 months.

Never, for one second, did I regret my decision to live a Muggle life.

And the reason for that was standing in front of me, smiling at me softly with a twinkle in her eyes.

My Hermione Jean Malfoy.

A/N: OMG.

I cannot believe my first ever Dramione story is finally complete! I mean...whoa!

This has been such an awesome ride and it wound't have been great without you guys, the most awesome readers and reviewers of all time!

Thanks so so so so soooo much to anyone who has read this story and stuck with me throughout the process. ALL you guys rock.

So...well, this is the end of The Reason. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Oh and whatever mistakes so far in the story (spelling, grammar, etc.) I will go through and edit soon...for those of you who have pointed them out. ;)

Hmmm...maybe I'll start on another Dramione fanfic soon...I'm considering, if I have time.

It's just so much fun writing this couple.

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Anyway...be on the lookout if I do start another one!

Until then my friends, peace out! :):):)