Alright, just because I couldn't resist a little more from our favorite characters….
M. x
Eight Years Later…
"Draco? Draco!" Hermione yelled from the bottom of the stairs; she was met with the sound of excessive sneezing and cursing. She rolled her eyes and smirked, Draco had threatened Crookshanks will all forms of punishment, but her deviant pet had insisted on continually lodging himself in Draco's closet and burrowing into his clothes. Another violent sneeze wrought the air and Hermione glanced at her watch. "Draco! They will be here in five minutes. Please tell me you are ready!" She heard him growling with annoyance as he slammed several doors before appearing at the top of the hall. His eyes were blood-shot and his hair mused from his allergy attack.
"I'll be ready as soon as your stupid bloody cat stops attempting to murder me. Tell me, is there anything I own that he hasn't contaminated?" Hermione giggled nervously.
"He likes your scent." Draco raised his eyebrows with mockery.
"And I'd like him shot, but we can't always get what we want, Granger." She gasped at his cruel words.
"You're awful! Just hurry up and get down here, now!" She hissed tears filling her eyes, Crookshanks was getting old…Her emotions were a bit unstable these days. Draco looked at her in confusion before she rushed away, securing the last minute preparations on her dinner and making sure their wonderful flat was spotless.
10 minutes later Draco was opening their front door with a flourish. He was met with Sirius' lazy grin and Pansy's gloating smirk.
"Good Evening heir!" Sirius shoved a bottle of whiskey into his hand before embracing him. Draco grinned despite himself, though it had taken years of getting used to, he could officially claim he had the most badass father of them all. Pansy, dripping in diamonds huffed over him like an old hen. She was fixing his hair, kissing his cheeks and poking him in the sides, he brushed her away with a look of annoyance.
"Thanks, Pans."
"That's mum, to you." She smirked evilly and Draco scowled with extreme irritation. Before he could comment she shoved her fingers directly into his face and wiggled the new addition to her collection. The rock was absolutely blinding and nearly the size of a pixie's head. Draco's eyebrows shot up on his head and his gaze snapped to Sirius.
"You really are a glutton for punishment." He smirked, shaking his head. Sirius sighed.
"Yes, that seems to be the case." Pansy smacked him playfully. "But apparently no more than you are…" Draco turned at the sound of stomping footsteps. Hermione stalked into the entrance hall with a huff.
"You know, Draco, some people believe it to be good manners to invite our guests into the house instead of just-" She stopped short as her gaze landed on Pansy whose mouth had dropped open.
Pansy took one look at Granger, she was absolutely glowing. Yes! Pansy let out a shriek and ran across the marble floors, throwing herself into Granger's arms.
"I knew it, I knew it!" She was bouncing up and down, spinning Hermione in circles. Draco and Sirius watched the two women with utter bemusement. It appeared that Granger was laughing and crying simultaneously. She hugged her friend tightly. "I am so, so happy for you." Pansy whispered in her ear, holding her close. Hermione nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.
"You know that this means Sirius?" She turned quickly to her devilish fiancé. "We are going to have to move the wedding date up." Hermione gasped, pulling back and looking down at Pansy's hands.
"What!?" She breathed in shock, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Congratulations!" She cried throwing her arms around Pansy again. Draco looked at his father with alarm; Sirius just threw him a knowing smirk before walking forward to embrace his daughter-in-law.
"Congratulations, sweetheart." He murmured. "That's going to be one awfully devilish, stubborn spawn."
"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Draco was glaring around at them with impatience.
"Well I can't have Hermione looking like a stuffed sausage in her Maid of Honor gown." Hermione bit her lip and looked nervously to her handsome husband's face; that wasn't exactly how she had planned on telling him. His gaze was devouring her as he greedily took her in, uncertainty and hope clouding his stormy eyes. How had she ever gotten so lucky?
Hermione had written to Harry and Ron immediately, they had both agreed to be Godfathers and keep her secret safe until she had plucked up enough courage to tell Draco. She was hoping they would return to London again soon, she hadn't seen them since her own wedding. But they were out living the life together, enjoying their freedom, seeing the world and most importantly…healing. She was happy for them, and proud they had all been able to finally come to a resolution.
Hermione stepped quickly over to Draco, threading her fingers through his.
"Granger…" He breathed, he removed his hands from her grasp, placing them instead, very slowly, very carefully, on her stomach. She stared up at him, a small, worried smile ghosting her lips. He could feel a tiny bump there, how had he not noticed it before? He shook his head in disbelief. Floods of memories swept over him… his own cold childhood and he vowed to himself, in that moment, never to become the man he had thought he once was.
"Draco…?" She was biting her lip again. His eyes were boring into hers but she wasn't sure what he was actually seeing. Reflecting back on her, she caught worry, and anger and then…determination. Moments passed before the dark thoughts that had consumed him, cleared. He pulled her against him in an instant, holding her as tightly as he possibly could. She gasped, but returned his embrace. He dropped his head to her neck and kissed her there.
"I love you. I love you both so much." His voice was raw with painful emotion. He was shaking as she tightened her grip on his twitching muscles.
"It's okay, Draco. It's alright. We love you too. You're going to be the most wonderful father." He pulled back from her, looking down at her in awed devastation, and then his face split into a grin; Draco let out a joyous cry before pulling her to him once more and kissing her furiously. His heart exploding with emotions beyond his comprehension. They had created something out of pure love, a life that would be the mixture of them. Draco couldn't imagine anything more glorious than the concept of him and her, as one…living on. There was such a thing as a happy ending, after all, he mused.
Sirius handed Pansy his handkerchief as he watched the young lovers with fond amusement. Pansy sniffed delicately and she reached for his hand.
"It's all so romantic." Sirius rolled his eyes and let his gaze land on her.
"You know what this means, don't you?" She raised a delicate eyebrow in question.
"I get to call you Grand-mum." Pansy's eyes narrowed instantly as she scoffed with resentment. But the mirth in Sirius' face made her offence weakly crumble. She smirked slightly turning back to her best friends.
And The Black Family lives on….
Fin.
Love you all, I'm signing off, until next time! There must be a sequel somewhere in here….
M. x