Lyra had crawled into the bed and squeezed between the two adults sometime in the middle of the night. When Draco woke, he found his daughter snuggled against Hermione and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of them together—mother and daughter.

As if sensing him, Lyra's eyes opened and slowly turned to look at him.

"Good morning, Princess," Draco said quietly as he pulled her over and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Not as itchy," she said as she snuggled into him. "Daddy?" she whispered.

"Hm?"

"Do you know that Miss Hermione is in your bed?"

Draco chuckled. "Yes, I do." He looked down at her. "I like snuggling with her."

Lyra giggled. "Me too."

Draco leaned closer and whispered into Lyra's ear. "What would you think if Miss Hermione moved in with us?" he asked.

Lyra gasped softly as she nodded her head vigorously.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Hermione asked sleepily as she scooted closer to them.

"Nothing," they both said in unison.

"Mhm, right." Hermione started tickling Lyra, who was soon wrought with giggles.

"Okay, okay!" Lyra conceded. "Daddy was saying you can move in with us."

Hermione's gaze rose to his and he saw the question in her eyes. He raised his brow in his own question and she smiled before looking back at Lyra. "Well, if that's okay with you, I would like that very much."

Lyra threw her arms around Hermione's neck. "Yes, yes, yes!" she said. "It would be like you're my mom if you lived with us!"

Draco saw Hermione's eyes fill with tears as she hugged their daughter closer. He met her gaze again over the top of Lyra's head and he knew that now was the time to let Lyra know the truth.

He placed a hand on Lyra's back to get her attention. "Lyra, there's something we have to tell you."

Lyra looked at him with a frown. "What is it?"

"Hermione is your mother—your real one."

Lyra's eyes widened as she looked at him then at Hermione.

"You mean…you're my mom? My real, true-life mom?" Lyra asked in disbelief.

Hermione nodded as tears flowed freely down her face. "Yes, sweetie, I am."

Lyra's eyes filled with tears too as she hugged Hermione again. "I knew it," she said softly.

Hermione hugged her back and Draco waited a moment before speaking.

"I know you probably have questions," he said softly. "And we'll answer them the best we can."

Lyra looked between the two. "How come you didn't tell me sooner?"

"Well, we didn't find out ourselves until last night," Hermione explained.

Lyra looked at her with confusion. "How come you didn't know? I grew in your tummy, didn't I?"

Hermione ran her hand over Lyra's curls then cupped her cheek. "Yes, sweetheart, you did. But, after you were born, I had a friend erase my memories. And your father had his erased too."

"How come?"

"There was a very bad man who didn't like Muggle-borns—people like me—and he would have hurt me, your father, and maybe even you if he knew about you."

Lyra gasped. "Why would someone want to hurt us?"

Draco pulled Lyra close and tucked her into his side while Hermione moved closer so that her arm laid across both of them.

"Remember when I told you how some witches and wizards grew up thinking that those who were Muggle-borns were beneath them? Well, there was a bad wizard a long time ago who wanted to get rid of them and if a pureblood, like me, was in a relationship with one, they would be punished."

Lyra sniffled as she buried her face in Draco's chest. "That bad man isn't here now, is he?"

Draco shook his head. "No, Princess. He's gone for good." He looked over at Hermione. "Your mum actually helped a friend of hers defeat him."

Lyra lifted her head to turn and look at Hermione. "You did?"

Hermione nodded. "I did."

"How?" Lyra wondered.

"That's a story for another time, maybe when you're a bit older," Draco said.

Lyra shifted so that she faced Hermione all the way. "I'm glad you got rid of the bad guy," she said.

Hermione kissed the top of Lyra's head. "Me too, sweetheart."

"And now that your memories are back, you can be my mom?" she asked hopefully.

Hermione smiled down at Lyra. "Of course. Nothing can stop me."

"But," Draco interrupted. "This also means that you won't be able to tell anyone the truth about this," he said seriously. "You can't tell anyone that she's your real mum, not even Emma."

"Why not?" Lyra pouted.

"Because it would be hard to explain why she didn't know she was your mother in the first place. Muggles won't understand how memories can be erased with magic."

Lyra chewed on her bottom lip—an action similar to her mothers, Draco realized—before she spoke. "Can I still call her mom though?"

"Well, I plan on marrying her, so, legally, she'd be your mum anyway," Draco said with a shrug. "But only the three of us know she's your real mum."

"Wait, excuse me," Hermione interjected as she sat up. "Did I hear something about you marrying me?"

Draco grinned over at her. "Yes, you heard that right."

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest with a huff. "I haven't agreed to any such thing nor do I remember even being asked."

"Well that's because I haven't….yet." Draco glanced at Lyra and gave her a wink as an idea came to mind.

Lyra covered her mouth with a giggle as Draco got out of bed and opened the top drawer of his dresser. He dug around the contents until he pulled out a small, velvet bag.

"When I was choosing things to move here," he said as he walked back over to the bed and sat down. "I had an unexplainable urge to bring these along. I didn't really know why," he glanced up at Hermione. "Now I do."

He undid the cinch at the top of the pouch and dumped the contents into Hermione's palm.

Hermione closed her hand and held it against her heart. "The cufflinks I gave you for your birthday."

"Yes. I never used them because I never remembered receiving them, but when I came across them in my room at the Manor, I placed them into my luggage. They've been in my dresser drawer since." He took Hermione's hand and softly pried them open, taking the cufflinks from her. "Until now."

He glanced at Lyra again, who was watching with rapt attention and quietness that he had never seen from her before.

"Watch this, Princess," he said with a smirk. "Your mother isn't the only one who's good with charms and transfiguration." He grabbed his wand from the nightstand and with delicate wandwork and a whispered spell, he transformed one of the cufflinks into a ring.

Lyra gasped softly. "It's so pretty!" She looked up at him. "Are you going to give it to Miss Herm…I mean, mommy?"

He glanced up at Hermione who was watching him with watery eyes. "That's the plan."

He stood up to stand in front of Hermione before going down on one knee.

"Hermione Granger—"

"Oh, Merlin…" Hermione gasped quietly.

"I had planned to ask you later—closer to when we first met up again, but the timing seems to be better now." He held the ring up between his thumb and forefinger—a silver band with an emerald in the middle—and he heard Hermione's breath hitch.

"Would you do the honor of becoming my wife? Of being in mine and Lyra's life, forever?"

Hermione gaped at him and it wasn't until Lyra tapped her shoulder and whispered loudly "You're supposed to say yes!" that she finally smiled and nodded.

"Yes. Yes, of course I will!" She launched herself into Draco's arms and he kissed her as they fell to the floor.

Lyra jumped up and down on the bed cheering and when he and Hermione broke apart she leapt into Hermione's arms.

She pulled back to smile at Hermione then looked over at Draco coyly. "You said if I was right about Miss Hermione being my mom, that I could get two puppies, remember?"

Draco barked out a laugh as he stood and helped the girls up. "Yes, I do remember that."

Both Lyra and Hermione looked at him expectantly and he let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine. I suppose we can get Belle a little brother or sister."

"Yay!" cheered Lyra. "And Berlioz and Shakespeare will come live with us too, right?"

"Absolutely," Draco said as he took her hand and the three headed down the stairs towards the kitchen.

"And maybe we can get a brother or sister for Berlioz," Lyra suggested.

Hermione and Draco looked at each other.

"We'll see," Draco said cautiously.

"Mommy," Lyra asked in a sing-song voice as she looked over at Hermione and smiled.

Hermione smiled back. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can we get a brother or sister for Berlioz?"

Hermione laughed as she kissed the top of Lyra's head. "Sure."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "Is this how it's going to be? You two teaming up to get what you want?"

"Yes," they said in unison.

"Merlin what I have gotten myself into," he said as he pulled Hermione close.

She pecked his lips. "You've got yourself a family."

Hermione left shortly after breakfast to pack up some of her things from her place and Draco took this opportunity to talk with Lyra alone.

He tucked her back into bed—she did still have the chicken pox, though thankfully they didn't itch anymore—and he sat on the edge.

"A lot has changed in the past 24 hours," he said as he reached over and tugged on one of her curls playfully. "Are you sure you're okay with everything happening so fast? If it's too much, I can call Hermione right now and tell her to wait on moving in. The choice is up to you."

Lyra shook her head as she sat up. "No, I want her to move in! I love her. You…you love her too, right?" she asked worriedly.

"Of course, Princess," Draco said softly. "I love her very much. I loved her before I found out she was your mother, but now that I know she actually is, well, it's an added bonus," he said with a grin.

Lyra giggled as she laid back down and snuggled Otis.

"Do you have any other questions for me?" Draco asked.

"Do I get any pretty jewelry too?"

"Well, usually it's just the bride who gets a ring, but, I think we can make an exception." He pulled out the second cufflink from his pocket and with another transfiguration spell, he turned it into a necklace with a silver chain and the emerald jewel dangling from it.

"There," he said as he placed the chain around her neck. "Now you and your mum match."

"It's so pretty," Lyra said softly as she examined the necklace. Then she wrapped her arms around Draco's middle. "Thank you, Daddy."

He kissed the top of her head. "You're welcome. Now, any more questions before you rest up a bit?"

Lyra frowned in thought. "Do I call her mom or mum?"

"Well, that's up to you. I say mum because that's how we say it in England. But you grew up here in the States, where everyone says mom. So, just say what comes naturally to you."

Lyra gave a nod. "Okay. When do you think you'll get married?"

Draco chuckled. "I don't know yet. That's something we still have to decide on."

"Do I get to be in the wedding?" Lyra asked hopefully.

Draco smiled. "I'm sure we can work something out. I hear the role of flower girl is pretty important."

They told Narcissa first.

Draco invited his mother over for Easter dinner and when dessert was served, he and Hermione explained everything. When they were done, the elder witch looked at the two quietly before she stood, walked over to Hermione, and hugged her.

"Thank you," Narcissa said softly. "Thank you for loving my son all those years ago and for giving me my beautiful granddaughter."

Hermione hugged the witch back. "You're welcome." She looked over at Draco and reached for his hand. "I will admit it wasn't easy at first, way back then; he was a git, truth be told."

Draco chuckled as he squeezed her hand. "You weren't that nice in the beginning either, love," he teased.

Hermione smiled fondly at him. "But, I got to know the real him and what I found was a young man who would do anything to protect the ones he loved." She looked back at his mother. "Something I think he learned from you."

"From me?" Narcissa questioned. "Why do you say that?"

"Harry told me what you did in the Forbidden Forest," Hermione said softly. "How you knew he was alive and instead of letting Voldemort know, you lied to him. You do realize that that action alone helped Harry win the war, don't you?"

"I… did not," Narcissa admitted. "I was merely trying to get my son; to get him out of there."

Hermione nodded. "That was one of the reasons why Harry spoke on your behalf at your hearing. He didn't mention what you did, in case there were still sympathizers out there who would want to hurt you for betraying their 'Dark Lord', but he did appeal for your release."

Narcissa nodded. "Yes, I was aware that Mr. Potter spoke on mine and Draco's behalf, I just never understood why."

"I suppose I'll actually have to thank Potter when he and his wife come to visit," Draco muttered as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Oh? When will that be?" his mother asked.

"Tomorrow, actually," Hermione supplied. "We want to tell those who are close to us in person about everything. No one knew about me and Draco during our 6th year, except for Daphne, but…"

Hermione trailed off as her eyes saddened and Draco squeezed her hand in comfort.

Narcissa nodded gravely. "Yes, it was such a tragedy what happened to her. She was always the sweetest girl when she and her sister came around the Manor with their parents."

Hermione nodded. "Yes, she…she was one of my best friends. I didn't have very many at Hogwarts, really, aside from Harry and Ron."

Narcissa reached out and took Hermione's hand. "We'll make sure Lyra knows all about her. I'm sure Florian and Adorabella, Daphne's parents, would be willing to send over some pictures of her, if you were to ask."

Hermione wiped at an errant tear as she sniffled. "That would be wonderful."

A/N: Surprise! Two chapters this week! Huge, HUGE thanks to my alpha and beta for getting both chapters reviewed and done so this could happen!
See you all next week! xoxoHufflepuffMommy