Draco's Choice

The Epilogue

By HPFangirl71

Fifteen years had passed since Hermione Granger had made her difficult choice. She had chosen to give Draco Malfoy both her heart and trust. Over the years, Draco had done his best to prove her choice the right one…

It had been a difficult choice at first. Hermione had a hard time facing Ron and devastating his heart once again. Over the years though, their friendship had slowly repaired itself. Hermione had convinced Draco to make Ron Isis' godfather. Ron had dutifully doted on the little girl, who had turned out to be the spitting image of her mother.

Most of the wizarding world had been shocked at the announcement that former enemies Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were engaged. Tongues wagged even more once Hermione's baby was born and Draco promptly gave the child his last name. That was also the day Lucius Malfoy disinherited his son. Draco still saw his father at the manor whenever he picked up Scorpius for visits, since Lucius was now living there with Pansy. The two men barely acknowledged one another.

Draco had struggled with his nightmares for sometime… He started seeing a medi wizard to help calm the rage inside him. Hermione was there every step of the way helping him and he thought perhaps she was the reason the bad dreams had suddenly gone away. Draco still battled the demons inside, wracked with guilt as he was at his own participation in the war. He sometimes felt so unworthy of everyone's forgiveness. He had changed inside, yet he often felt his horrid past tainted the life he now lived with Hermione and their daughters.

Hermione had given Draco four beautiful girls and in more recent years they had mournfully buried a son. Hermione had taken the loss hard, not being able to give Draco another son. Draco assured her though that he was incredibly happy spoiling his girls and he had Scorpius… even if the boy was a bit more like Lucius than Draco was proud to admit. After all, Scorpius was a Slytherin prefect about to graduate from Hogwarts with extremely high marks. He was also an excellent Quidditch player like his father, though he preferred playing the role of chaser instead of seeker.

Isis was now very grown up, in her fifth year at Hogwarts. She was every bit as pretty and smart as her mother. Draco and Hermione had playfully bantered over her placement at Hogwarts. In the end, Isis had defied them both and ended up in Ravenclaw instead. As a prefect herself, she had made both her parents very proud.

Aurora was a fourth year at Beuxbatons, which suited her genteel nature better than Hogwarts could have. This quiet golden haired child was the one who'd almost sent her father to his grave last year, with her announcement that she was engaged to an up and coming young Quidditch star. The wedding wouldn't occur till she was done with school, yet Draco stll glared at her fiancé' as if he'd stolen his daughter away already.

The last of the Malfoy beauties were double trouble. Hermione had given birth to a set of twins as mischievous as the Weasley boys had once been. Andromeda and Narcissa were two peas in a pod. They had inherited the Malfoy looks, silver blonde hair and ice blue eyes. They had made Draco proud by both ending up in Slytherin house. The only problem was that they were now in their second year at Hogwarts and more interested in Slytherin purebloods than they were in any type of learning. They had most of Hogwarts male population at their beck and call. Having honed their manipulation skills at home on their father who was soundly wrapped around their little fingers. They could do no wrong in Draco's eyes and this continually frustrated Hermione. All in all though… they were a very happy family.

Harry and Ginny had finally tied the knot five years ago, while Ron was now engaged to an American girl named Melina Rodgers. When Draco looked at Hermione he was awestruck by just how lucky he was to have her as his wife. Draco had finally made all the right choices in his life and loving Hermione Granger had been the very best of those choices….