June 17

It was her invisible presence that frightened me to the where I needed to keep one open eye just for her.

Ginny Weasley. She was in fact a true stalker looking for her prey.

Unfortunately, she was allowed to stay here at Hogwarts.

The catch was that she'd be helping Filch with all cleaning. ALL cleaning.

They let her off easy if you ask me.

Granger was speaking to me more often now. Well, by more often, I mean asking small questions such as 'where the storage room is,' and 'exactly how many house elves we have'. I answered truthfully.

She was starting to get use to me, or maybe just the idea of me being around her. It's not that she was afraid of me, she knew I wouldn't touch her without her permission, it was the fact that it was me.

I found myself looking for her in my mind.

Watching her dreams and seeing how peaceful her mind could be even when she struggled all day.

It was amazing to watch.

July 18

"You asked for me, sir?"

Looking around the headmaster's room distracted me completely, foreign objects I never even laid eyes on before.

"Ah, Draco."

Dumbledore stood right before me reading through one of his books.

I put my hands behind my back, waiting for him to say something before me.

Dumbledore continued to read.

I felt uncomfortable for a moment, I eased my thoughts looking around the walls. Portraits of past headmasters were sleeping, others reading books just like the elderly wizard that stood right in before me.

Before another uncomfortable moment could pass I coughed into hand, "Ahem, sir?"

He looked up, "Yes?"

"Exactly what am I here for?"

He smiled at me while putting his book down, "You're not any rush now, are you Mr. Malfoy?"

I shook my head.

He walked closer to me, "So I heard about you and Miss Granger-or should I say, the soon to be Mrs. Malfoy?"

His eyebrow rose at the word Mrs.

My heart partially fell, then a flash of the very distant memory of that one uneventful night.

I shook my head in an effort to erase it from any of my inner thoughts.

All that managed to come of my mouth were just mumbles and mixed up words that made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

"I-I," I bit my tongue to stop the nonsense from coming out.

"Shh, it's okay," he chuckled a bit, "I didn't ask you to come here so I could scold you. Ha, I came here to, first of all, congratulate you and also to help you by making this offer."

"Er, um, thank you, sir."

He smiled while nodding and continued, " Yes, well I know for a fact that Miss Granger is due very soon and your date is much closer than that is, but, I don't want you to miss out on that special time you and her should be together for."

My back automatically straightened itself.

"I talked with other professors and we figured it was more important for you to go and be with your family."

"What do you mean?"

He lightly put a hand on my shoulder, which stiffened at his touch.

"What I mean is that you are now given permission to leave Hogwarts before other last year students. This Friday will be your last day, unless you don't feel the urgency to leave anytime soon."

A smiled creeped up on my face, "Y-yes. Please, this is actually more than I've been hoping for, sir."

He nodded, "Of course, I mean, who would want to stay here any longer than needed? How is she by the way?"

I grinned at the sight of her the other day when she looked in the mirror- bright, beautiful and big-bellied, "She's glowing brighter and brighter by the day."

He smiled.

"Once again, congratulations on the new family Mr. Malfoy."

"I don't feel worthy of it, but thank you sir."

He only understandably nodded, "Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."

"I'll take you up on that, headmaster," I said over shoulder while walking towards the exit.

July 1, Nighttime

The day was getting closer.

I didn't even know how prepared we actually were.

In fact, I hadn't even heard news nor talked to my father about any of the wedding.

Malfoy?

I sat up from my bed, Yes, Granger?

I could feel the chagrin filling her face, Are, you worried? About the day, I mean?

I shook my head knowing she wouldn't even see me respond physically, No. Are you? I added.

Not at all.

She was lying. I didn't feel like calling her out at the moment; besides what would be the point to do so?

I changed the subject, I talked with Dumbledore today.

She was paying attention.

He's letting me go home before all the other students to help out at home.

I felt mixed emotions from her, both negative and positive surprisingly.

Has it been stressful? The wedding, I mean?

It's been terrible.

A short chuckle slipped out. Hopefully it wasn't loud enough to wake up any of the boys in the room.

I bet its Mother who's been worried the most.

Mhmmm, she agreed, she's the only reason that I've actually been stressing.

Ha, sounds like her. I liked the name you picked, Granger.

What?

The name. You know, the one for the last baby.

Oh, the feeling of surprise was strongly evident.

It's beautiful, Granger.

A very distant thank you could be barely heard.

Adrion Draco Mafloy.

Yes.

I adore it.

Good, I'm pleased you do.

We were silent for a bit, I wasn't sure if should say anymore. I could tell she was feeling somewhat uncomfortable now. The silence continued.

My body slowly started to relax, ready for some peeking and sleeping. It was a habit that formed just a couple weeks ago.

Goodnight Malfoy.

I flinched slighty, good thing she couldn't see that, Goodnight Granger.

It took a while for the shock to go away on its own.

Then I resumed back to my slumber; I wouldn't peek into her dreams tonight.

July 5

I was back in Snape's class now. My last day, I wasn't entirely sure if he was one of the professors Dumbledore spoke to.

While packing my writing utensils back into my book bag, his voice rang in my ears.

"Mr. Malfoy."

I sneered, "Yes, Professor?"

"You did well on your NEWT's. That's all I wanted to inform you of."

I nodded.

It was time to go home now. Not Hogwarts, but actual home.

Making my way to my room I quickly put all my things together. I would be saying bye to everything in this dark stone castle, everything that I knew was done and gone forever.

The only person in the room was Zabini and that was only because he insisted on escorting me.

"Hey, don't you think for one bloody second I'm missing out on that wedding, let alone the birth of those three babies."

I smirked back at him.

"You don't feel strange leaving so early?"

I shook my head, "Not at all. Just happy."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"I guess that's good. So are you glad to leave or just be with your family? And by your family I mean, Granger."

I stopped folding my clothes for a minute to actually think, "I honestly don't know. I mean, I'm extremely pleased to be closer to her, but I can't be too close to cause her anymore pain. She already hates me enough as it is, Zabini. Plus, I fucking hate the school, so yeah, I guess its evened out."

He started laughing and went back to Granger, "Just give it time."

I nodded.

Right when we finished packing, both Blaise and I stood up and stared at each other for a short moment.

"See you soon, Bloke."

We both shook each other's hands with a smile on our faces.

I didn't think I'd feel like this at all.

Relieved but incredibly unsure of the future and what lied ahead of me.

It felt as if I were in a dark room, blindfolded, while on an adventure.

July 6

I was coming home earlier than anyone than Hogwarts, all thanks to the agreement between Dumbledore and I.

The ride back from Hogwarts was strange.

I was by myself.

My whole life I imagined myself with a group of friends, laughing and smiling till we got home.

But no, I was alone and for some odd reason, incredibly fearful.

It was the future that I didn't familiarize with at all that I feared more than anything else.

When I arrived, they were there.

Mother, Father and Granger.

Only Mother was smiling and clapping her hands with excitement. Father just stared me up and down while Granger kept her arms folded right on top of her giant belly.

"Ah! Draco! My baby boy is here!" she squealed practically running up to me with open arms and smothering kisses.

"Mother," I pleaded.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm keeping you all to myself! Hermione dear, don't be shy!" she waved her towards us.

I held my breath.

Her curls bounced up and down while that giant belly of hers reciprocated those movements.

"Y-you," I stammered. "I like your hair."

"Thanks," she said raising an eyebrow.

Wow, I sounded stupid.

Her brown eyes looked right behind me and then back at me.

Don't act surprised, this is just for show for 'Cissa.

Right before my face could contort into something known as "confused", Granger's arms opened up and wrapped around my body.

It's a hug, Malfoy. Remember?

Very funny, Granger, I replied while embracing her back.

When she let go Father was still there in the same position where I first saw him. Knowing him, I had to be the one to approach him.

As I walked closer to him, his glare and feelings towards me were becoming more and more evident.

"Hello, Father."

"Son."

I was always amazed by his unsavory way of greeting me. No other thoughts could come to mind for what to say to Father.

A Malfoy must always remember to respect his authority figures.

My head just nodded and turned back around to Mother.

"We should get headed home now shouldn't we now everybody?"

"Yes," both Granger and I replied in sync.

We looked at each other and realized we both felt the awkwardness and hostility of the moment.

A big smirk curled on my face.

She only rolled her eyes.

The way back wasn't awkward at all, Mother did most of the talking while Granger only agreed and added in on most of the conversations. Father and I stayed silent. I wasn't sure if he was actually listening but I was.

It was strange to see how close Mother and Granger had gotten.

Seeing the manor was also strange.

I forgot how much I changed it to make Granger feel welcome.

"Close your mouth, you might catch flies," she said smirking as she made her way upstairs.

My mouth was still open, she was actually making jokes with me…how…who…what made her so comfortable with my presence?

"So Draco, how do you feel now being home for good?"

I turned to face Mother who was watching me intently.

"Fine. I guess."

She just smiled, "That's good to hear, son. Me and 'Mione were picking out clothes for the babies the other day, including some little toys-which by the way, did you know that they have 'teethers'? Apparently it's a toy which babies chew on when their teeth start coming out."

She looked so happy.

"No I didn't actually."

"Well," she continued, "it would have definitely been useful when you were a baby, you wept nonstop. I really hope I don't get too into detail, but wow you really left me hurting after feeding you. Bruises. Just bruises."

My face started turning red, "Mother please."

"Oh stop, there's no need to be embarrassed. You're going to have to deal with this much sooner than you think."

I looked back to the stairs, seeing if Hermione was still there.

"Don't worry about her, I already told her enough stories about you and me when you were a babe."

I felt my cheeks filling with chagrin.

"Mother…"

"Oh calm down, it was quite serious. Though there were a few funny ones-"

"Stop, this is my cue to leave now."

With that, I turned towards the stairs.

She was unbelievable.

I shook my head as I made my way up.

"Oh now, Draco!" She yelled after me, "It's only a joke!"

Her voice became distant as I walked down the hall to my bedroom. Granger's room was a couple doors down from mine.

I wanted to peek in so badly or put an ear next to her door to see if I could at least have an idea of what was going on.

Good thing this small connection between us was still existent.

My room was clean, just like it always was. My luggage was there too in the corner. I debated actually taking it out to organize it all, but then decided to better leave it for later.

With that decided, I jumped on top my bed.

So comfortable. This bed completely reminded of playful days and childhood memories.

My shoes were the first things I took off, I waited until I was fully relaxed and settled in to tap into her mind.

I'm laying down, my belly is protruding at this point, and for some odd reason (maybe not so odd) I love it. I adore being this close to these babies. It was the newfound motherly instinct that completely changed me.

Those beautiful three, they're just aching to come out anytime soon. Hopefully not too soon though. The wedding had to pass first.

Hermione Jean Malfoy.

It sounded strange, like it couldn't flow nicely at all. Then again, neither did Hermione Jean Weasely.

Ugh. Just the mere thought of him made me shudder. The fact that he ousted me so quickly just made me repulsed. At least Harry got some truth out of me, not all of it, but some. It was enough to have him come back and help through all the hell I was going through during that time.

Bless his soul.

A big wave of tiredness washed up.

It was a long day. Mrs. Malfoy practically had to beg me to come pick Draco up. It wasn't like I was going to say no, but it was the fatigue and sudden backaches that killed me especially.

Thank goodness 'Cissa would come and help me whenever. I didn't even need to ask, she could just see it on my face or just insist when I denied any of her help.

A woman like that couldn't have been able to raise a monster.

There's just no possible way.

Though it was Lucius that made me think otherwise. He hasn't been the most welcoming man. In fact, my presence was ignored. I didn't exist in his world.

Maybe, maybe not.

Narcissa made me believe that her son was not completely the devil.

Time could only show. He already showed how much he cared for these babies. He welcomed me into his home, gave me food and clothes, and obviously gave all he could to the babies.

It's not like he was on top of my list of favorite people, in fact he wasn't even on that list. But, he wasn't on the list of my least favorite people either. And that meant a whole lot.

Any wrong move and he was back at the bottom.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

"Yes Adrion dear?"

I think I'm dreaming now.

"I love you!" He starts giggling as he throws his hands up in the air for me to hold him.

I sweep him up and throw him up in the air.

"You're getting so big! Oh my goodness!"

He just turned 2 this year.

"Where are your little sisters?"

"With daddy!"

"Oh he is now? Well, where are they?"

"Well sissies are suppose to be doing something special with Daddy, but I can't tell you everything. It's a secret." He giggles loudly now.

"Oh really? So when exactly can I see this amazing surprise?"

"Soon!"

"Hey that's not fair! I wanna' know when!" I exclaimed. He starts giggling even harder now.

"Okay, okay," Adrion's face suddenly changed to serious, "now."

Right when he let the last word slip out, the scenery changed into my bedroom, not the Malfoy Manor bedroom I was given, I mean my actual room with my real parents.

Everything was in place just like I left, except there stood Draco and my three babies.

"Why are we here?"

He smirked before clapping his hands; As if it were magic, everything changed.

Flowers, just flowers everywhere. The lighting in here had the strangest effect on their skin just making them glow to the point where they resembled angels.

"Wait you brought orchids?" they were my favorite. How did he know?

"Well me and the children picked them out for you, we actually weren't sure what color so we got every color we could."

They really weren't kidding. The whole room was colorful with the most wonderful fragrance.

If it weren't for me looking around so much, I would have noticed Draco on one knee reaching for his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

His only response was a smirk and a swift movement of his hand which soon presented a shiny rock.

"Wait this isn't what I think-"

"Hermione Jean Granger," he cut me off.

He was closer than I thought now. My babies stared at me with the biggest grins on their faces.

"Will you accept this ring to be my lawfully wedded wife?"

I just stared at him for a moment, "Wait what?"

He cleared his throat, "Will you marry me?"

I was frozen. This was strange, this wasn't normal; But it didn't feel wrong.

"I-I, I mean, we-" I looked around to see the flowers and the three little angels I called mine, "Yes, I mean yes."

It was only right.

And with that little cheers escaped from their mouths, while Malfoy did the unthinkable.

He held me in the most loving embrace. His warmth was real. When he moved his face to face me directly, he had this look in his eyes that begged for more.

But he wouldn't have it, and he knew that too.

"Thank you Granger," he said before kissing my forehead so sweetly.

I only stared at him, almost in shock.

Then the whole scenery started to fade away. Everything disappeared, Malfoy, the flowers and my little angels.

And then…I was back in my own room. No longer dreaming, but still feeling the effects of that dream. It was like it wasn't suppose to end yet, it had to be longer. I wanted to go back to bed just so I could see how it would end.

I gasped before I was back in my own mind.

Then I smiled to myself, I was glad. Glad that I proposed to her in a well mannered way, it's not like I ever got the chance to do it myself. Father did it for me, and not even a traditional way.

He just threw the damn wedding invitation and forced us.

I was happy.

A flash of red caught my attention.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

The bitch wouldn't give up; I thought that she'd at least reexamine her life after all that's happened to her.

"I just that you needed company," she said smiling.

"Ginevra," I said coolly, "I need you to leave."

She didn't budge, "There's no need to use my full name, I go by Ginny you know."

"Leave. Now."

She frowned. "Are you even going to ask me how I got in your house?"

"No. Get out before I make you."

"Well if I can't convince you to let me stay, let my body do it for you," before I could say anything her coat fell to the ground to expose her

She was wearing incredibly sexual garments that made twitch in certain places.

I sat up, aware and unsure of what to do.

Something told me to push her off and yell for help, but other part of me told me the exact opposite.

She reached for my trousers and pulled them off quicker than expected.

"Wow," she mouthed before actually placing her mouth around it.

I slightly groaned at her movement.

My body slowly turned redder and redder with every movement of her tongue.

Merlin, I was losing myself now.

Hey, Malfoy.

I flinched harshly causing the petite red head to jump also.

Fuck. No. Not now. I groaned loudly.

Granger?

The Weaselette stared at me with an exasperated expression, "What the fuck Draco?"

"Leave. Now."

"What-"

"Leave," I practically yelled.

"Fine," she said wiping her mouth, "Don't expect this to be the last of me babe. I know there's unfinished business between us."

I waved her goodbye as she grabbed her coat and apparated out the house.

Thank fucking Merlin.

Malfoy?

Yes?

I had a dream.

About what Granger?

She hesitated for a moment, Of us and the babies of course.

I smirked to myself.

Don't get too smug Malfoy, I just wanted to tell you that it was pleasant.

I smiled to myself now, "Do you want to tell me about it?"

She hesitated again, I don't know… will you listen to it?

Of course I will.

Okay, she started, well, the angels- er I mean babies were about 2 years old and you were planning a surprise apparently… and you and the kids just looked beautiful.

I chuckled to myself, Oh really? What was the surprise exactly?

Well…you proposed to me in the most perfect way.

It was perfect? I asked dumbly.

Yes it was perfect.