22 March, Tuesday, 0800 GMT
Draco watched Hermione sleep as he sat in the bay window, holding Drew in his arms. He had pulled baby duty, allowing Hermione to sleep in when Drew stirred. He smiled remembering the events of the past twenty-four hours.
o-o-o
21 March, Monday, 2315 GMT
The wedding night was amazing. He told himself he wasn't going to pressure her.
"I love you, Draco," she said as her hands began to undress him. It was his turn to take a breath.
It took every ounce of self-control for him not to tear off her white garb, right then and there. He ran his fingers down her back and he heard her take in a sharp breath. He undid her zipper and then looked into her eyes. The dress pooled at her feet exposing her naked upper body. He smiled at her as she began to flush. She mirrored Draco's top half as she had unbuttoned his shirt and it too lay at their feet.
He pulled her towards the bed. He canted his eyebrow as he landed on it after she had pushed him down. He smiled as he grabbed onto her waist. He pulled her onto her back. He looked down at her as she lay beneath him.
He gently removed the rest of her clothing. He watched her take deep breaths to control herself. Her eyelids fluttered.
He undressed completely. She felt the bed dip as he placed his knee in between her thighs. He kissed up from her navel, taking in one nipple and then the other. He smirked to himself as she arched her back letting out an exhaled breath through pursed lips.
"I love you, Hermione," he said, hearing her moan as he ran his hand up her thigh and over her entrance.
"Please, Draco," she said begging him, as she ran her hand over his buttocks.
Draco would need no more prodding. She spread her legs wider allowing him to move in closer. He threw foreplay out the window and buried himself into her up to the hilt. She moaned his name and that sent him over the top. She wrapped her lower legs around his thighs as he pumped into her. She kept up with his rhythm. She pulled on his neck bringing his face closer to hers. He smirked before leaning in to kiss her, never once stopping his thrusts.
They made love over, and over again. Draco had collapsed on her. She kissed his neck. He whispered that he loved her and she whispered a similar reply.
He gently rolled off her and lay next to her holding her in his arms. She blinked sleepily up at him before moving in closer. He pulled her onto his chest. She rested her head on him before succumbing to sleep.
He watched her sleep. He smiled to himself, 'how lucky he was to have her,' he thought. He, too, fell asleep.
o-o-o
22 March, Tuesday, 0815 GMT
"Hey," he said as Hermione's eyes fluttered open.
"Hi," she said softly as Draco, still holding Drew who woke up moments earlier, joined her on the bed.
She sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. He kissed her on the mouth. He smiled at her, "Morning, Mrs. Granger-Malfoy."
She laughed as she looked down at their daughter. "I'm going to have to get used to being called that," she said, smiling at him.
"It's not that hard to imagine, is it?" he said, running his finger over her jaw line.
"No," she said. "We should do a name change for Drew, too."
"Do we really?" Draco asked, smiling.
Hermione looked at him, slightly surprised. She studied his face.
"I just think it's a nice way to honor your parents," he said, shrugging. She hugged him. He squeezed her left hand.
"We're a family; the Granger-Malfoys," he smiled. "The Lioness and the Serpent, forever, remember."
o-o-o
19 March, Saturday, 1515 GMT
Draco had asked Mrs. Weasley if she could watch Drew for the afternoon. He wanted to take Hermione wedding band shopping.
Draco held Hermione's hand as they walked down the Wizarding street. The commercial centers of Diagon Alley were bustling for a Saturday afternoon. Draco led her to one of the smaller jewelers on the row. The unassuming Muggle-born couple had opened the shop fifty years ago. They weathered both Wizarding wars. Their business was honest and quite modest. A decade or two ago, Draco wouldn't have found himself in such a place.
Today, he didn't quite mind it at all. He held the door open for Hermione as he nodded for them to enter.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Reyna," Draco Malfoy said, shaking hands with the elderly couple.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," Mrs. Claudia Reyna shook hands with the platinum blonde, "Nice to see you again."
"Nice to see you, too. I'd like the both of you to meet my fiancée," Draco said as he introduced Hermione to the old couple. "Claudia, Kendall, this is Hermione Granger."
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Granger," Kendall Reyna said as Hermione shook both storeowners' hands. "So I see young Malfoy has finally popped the question."
Both Hermione and Draco laughed. She showed them the engagement ring that the couple crafted.
"So what can we do you for today?" the older witch asked.
"Well," Draco shrugged. "We're getting married on Monday."
The two older people smiled. They shook the younger witch's hand. "That's bloody great, Mr. Malfoy," Mr. Reyna said.
"We'd like it very much if you would make us our wedding bands," Draco said as he squeezed Hermione's hand.
"I think that could be arranged," Mrs. Reyna said nodding as she swept her wand hand. Two chairs slid across the room. She pointed at the seats. The younger witch and wizard sat.
o-o-o
The jewelers showed them a nice small collection of wedding bands. Draco and Hermione looked through them, thoughtfully.
"I like the simplicity of a gold and silver band," he said, looking at Hermione as he pulled the two rings.
Hermione smiled at him. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with the real Draco Malfoy?"
"Very funny," Draco said, laughing. He handed her the gold ring. "Gold and silver, Gryffindor and Slytherin forever."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. She laughed before kissing his cheek, "I like it."
The older couple smiled. The two were former Gryffindors themselves. The grey haired witch scribbled something on a piece of parchment before showing it to them.
"I think this might work," Mrs. Reyna said.
Draco and Hermione read the parchment. Mrs. Reyna had drawn two rings, one labeled Draco; silver, number 11. Another was labeled Hermione; gold, number 7. The inscription for Draco's ring was, "The Lioness and the Serpent forever, 21 March," while the inscription for Hermione's read, "The Serpent and the Lioness forever, 21 March."
"I like it," Hermione said as a tear rolled down her cheek. Draco squeezed her hand. He nodded at the older couple.
"We'll get right on that," Mrs. Reyna said as she handed Mr. Reyna the larger silver ring.
o-o-o
22 March, Tuesday, 0820 GMT
"We have the rest of the week off," Draco smiled. "No Hogwarts students, no Potions Lab mishaps. Rest and relaxation."
Hermione smiled. "I never figured you for someone who lives in the moment."
"Things happen, that can change a man," he said as he touched her face. "As long as those moments are with you and Drew, I'll be happy."
o-o-o
27 March, Sunday, 2135 GMT
They had spent the whole week visiting Muggle tourist spots in London; Draco's idea actually. For Hermione, it was nice to slow down. Draco had a field day, enjoying the Muggle sites.
They had dinner with the Potters and the Weasleys. They also spent time with Gregory, Joanna and the kids. They even had dinner with Blaise and Pansy.
The Wizarding World was again filled with gossipmongers. Draco tried to steer Hermione away from all that, albeit unsuccessfully. She kept telling him that people will always talk; she knew this from experience.
They talked about their immediate future. Draco suggested he take the rest of the school year off already knowing Hermione's answer. Harry had already volunteered to keep an eye on Hermione and Drew while Draco was away. Still, Draco felt uneasy. He wanted to be there if something were to happen to her.
o-o-o
27 March, Sunday, 2135 GMT
Draco pulled his satchel onto his shoulder and ran his finger over his wand. He also patted his trouser pocket, feeling the flip-phone. He walked to the fireplace about ready to floo.
The two both heard the familiar popping sound. Draco pulled Hermione behind him, holding his wand out before him defensively.
The short balding man put his hands up defensively. Draco was surprised to see the Spanish doctor.
"Dr. Mago?" Draco said as he and Hermione walked towards the visitor.
"I'm sorry to alarm you," Dr. Mago said as he put his hands down.
"You're a wizard," Draco said.
The doctor nodded his head. He looked at Draco. "You asked for my help a while back. I've been giving it some thought."
The wizard held up a potion bottle. He handed it over to Draco. He noted the silver band on his finger.
"I've spoken with Poppy Pomfrey and Elizabeth Masterson," the older gentleman said. "They think it's highly experimental but it could be a treatment worth looking into. You would be using it in conjunction with your Muggle medication.
"It would be equivalent to chemotherapy. The side-effects would probably be worse," Dr. Mago said. "It could give you a new lease on life, or at least extend it. It is your call, Mrs. Malfoy."
Draco looked at Hermione. He squeezed her hand. They all sat down to listen to what Dr. Mago had in mind.
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