TW: Brief mention of possible pregnancy loss / health concerns of pregnancy. There is no actual loss, but it is discussed.

Snippets

Epilogue Three

Hermione Granger-Malfoy watches as her husband crouches beside the chair which currently holds their son, Scorpius, and listens intently to Draco's words. His back is to her and he likely doesn't realize that she is behind him, so Hermione leans against the doorframe, resting her head against it and her hands on her stomach as she admires the man whom she never would've imagined marrying and watches him convince her all over again that she made the correct choice.

"It's hard for me to believe that you are turning two years-old tomorrow, Scorpius," Draco whispers to the small boy, brushing a chunk of his icy, blonde hair out of his pale, blue eyes. "I can't believe how big you're getting, and I am looking forward to celebrating you at your party tomorrow."

Scorpius' eyes widen, rounding out in that adorable way that only a toddler's surprised eyes can do.

"Party?" Scorpius questions, though it sounds more like 'pawty'. Draco very clearly understands his son, though, in such a way which only comes from truly knowing one's child and from conversing with them every day.

"Yes, we're throwing you a party tomorrow. All of your friends will be there," Draco explains, placing a large hand over his son's much smaller arm.

"Nana be there?" Scorpius wonders, causing Draco to shake his head on a quiet laugh.

Hermione smiles at Scorpius' question. After all, Scorpius' Nana Weasley is his favorite person in the world, and any time he gets to see her, he hardly leaves her side– or her knee, as it usually is.

"Yes, Nana will be there," Draco laughs. "Grandma Malfoy will be there too."

Scorpius seems to think for a moment before he asks another question.

"Tio too?"

Draco nods and Hermione doesn't need to see his face to know that her husband is rolling his eyes.

"Yes, Uncle Theo will be there too."

Scorpius' Uncle Theo would be the child's second favorite person in the world, much to his father's dismay. Draco insists that Theo is a poor influence on his child, but Hermione has to give credit where credit is due– when Uncle Theo is around, Scorpius always seems to come out of his shell just a bit more than usual. Their typically shy son is more outgoing when his Uncle Theo is involved, and for that, Hermione is grateful.

"Pawty," Scorpius says once more, his smile brightening at the thought. "Pawty!"

Draco chuckles once more, picking his son up under his arms and standing upright.

"Yes, love, we're having a party– tomorrow. For now, it's time for bed," Draco says, his laughter still mingling with his words as he rocks back and forth calmly.

"Mummy!" Scorpius shouts once he looks up from Draco's shoulder and notices the presence of his mum in front of him.

Draco whirls around in surprise, shifting Scorpius in his arms so that both he and his son can look at the witch before them.

"Hello, my love," Hermione smiles again, this time in greeting to her child. "Are you ready for bed?"

Scorpius yawns in response, but shakes his head vigorously.

"Say goodnight to baby!" Scorpius cheers, smiling brightly as he points at his mother eagerly.

Hermione walks forward into the room, coming approximately nose-to-nose with her son. Immediately, Hermione feels Draco's left hand– the one not holding Scorpius– brush over her rounded stomach, just as it does every time he is anywhere near her.

"Yes, of course, dear," Hermione coos, placing her own hand over Draco's and looking up to meet his gaze. "Go ahead, say goodnight to the baby."

Draco kneels back down, this time in front of Hermione, his son still cradled against his chest with his right arm.

"Goodnight, baby!" Scorpius exclaims, leaning forward to press a tiny kiss to his mother's stomach, giggling to himself as he does.

Draco leans his forehead against the bump for a brief moment– one which Hermione knows is too short for her husband's liking– before he stands once more, leaning down slightly so his wife can kiss their son goodnight as well.

"I'll put him down– you go get in bed, love. I'll be right there," Draco whispers to his wife, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Hermione's cheek as he does.

Hermione nods in agreement, saying quiet goodbyes to her husband and son before she disappears back through the door to her son's room and heads down the hall toward her own.

"I've been thinking," Hermione states as Draco climbs into bed beside her, rolling onto her side to look directly at him.

Draco raises an eyebrow, but doesn't question his wife, which surprises Hermione somewhat.

"What? No 'that's a scary statement' or other quip?" Hermione laughs, snuggling closer to her husband– as close as she can get, anyway, with her six-months-pregnant belly in the way.

Draco shrugs and smirks in that way that always seems to erupt butterflies in Hermione's stomach, even after all of this time.

"You're already pregnant, so that's not it– and I'm not sure if you've noticed, love, but there isn't much that I wouldn't do if you were the one asking, so I'm not worried," Draco claims, draping his arm over Hermione's waist and pressing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

Hermione shakes her head in disbelief, but her cheeks heat as the depth of her husband's devotion never fails to surprise her.

"Well, all of my visions have come true exactly as I saw them, right?" Hermione wonders aloud, her question mostly rhetorical. "Sometimes there's context that I don't understand until I actually live it, but there's one that's been bugging me since we got pregnant again."

Draco's eyebrows furrow, likely trying to deduce which vision it is that Hermione is referring to.

"The first time that I saw the three of us– you, me, and Scorpius– together, it was just the three of us. But– he looked older. What if–," Hermione cuts herself off, refusing to acknowledge her fear that something might happen to this pregnancy. "Where was this baby in that vision?"

Draco leans forward and presses a soothing kiss to his wife's lips.

"She was probably sleeping in another room. Your visions rarely show every detail. There's limitations. I don't want you worrying about this, Hermione."

Hermione sighs, absently rubbing her hand over her stomach under the blanket.

"You're probably right," Hermione reluctantly agrees. "I should be used to this by now– the visions, I mean. It's been years."

Draco reaches up and cups Hermione's cheek, caressing with his thumb softly.

"It's alright to be frustrated, love. Between your treatments with Daphne and her potions regimen, your visions have become fewer and further between, but they're still a disruption. I imagine that it's incredibly difficult to not overthink when you have a clear image in your head of what is supposed to happen and life doesn't seem to align," Draco explains, his voice soft and comforting. "Your visions have always happened exactly as they should. We have no reason to worry. And all of your Healers, and your Muggle doctor, have all said that this baby is progressing as she should– that she is healthy."

Hermione nods firmly, deciding then that her husband is right and that she's not going to worry until she has a reason to.

"Alright, where's the birthday boy?" the voice of Ginny Weasley-Potter floats through the townhouse, presumably from the general direction of the floo, as Hermione plucks Scorpius' ice cream cake out of the freezer.

"Kitchen!" Hermione shouts, hoping that her friend will hear her over the chattering of the other party guests mingling between the kitchen and the sitting room.

Hermione sets the ice cream cake down on the kitchen counter, and by that time, Ginny has managed to find her way through the house and is attempting to con her mother into releasing Scorpius to her.

"Hermione, dear, you should sit," a quiet voice states from Hermione's left as a light-haired witch arrives at her side. "Please, what can I do? You shouldn't overwork yourself."

Hermione's mother-in-law places a calming hand on her shoulder and the softness in her ice blue eyes still surprises her, even after so many years.

"I'm fine, Narcissa," Hermione replies, attempting to assuage her mother-in-law's concern, but evidently failing. Hermione sighs when she realizes that Narcissa is not going to let up. "The table– I haven't had a chance to set it for dinner. Would you mind?"

Narcissa smiles a pleased smile and nods, squeezing beside Hermione to take the stack of dinner plates from beside the cake into her hands.

"Draco! Your wife needs a break! Come in here!" she shouts over her shoulder, and before her last word has even left her mouth, Draco enters the room.

"Are you alright, love?" Draco asks, placing a comforting hand on Hermione's lower back, the heat of which soothes the soreness which has been pulsing there for about six weeks now.

"I'm fine. Your mother is overreacting," Hermione huffs, narrowing her eyes at her mother-in-law– who only smiles brighter in response.

"I most certainly am not, Hermione," Narcissa disagrees, eyeing Hermione pointedly. "You are creating a life. That is hard work. Go sit down, both of you. Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Potter and I are all entirely capable of watching Scorpius and finishing dinner."

Hermione opens her mouth to argue once more, but before she can, Mrs. Weasley cuts her off.

"Mrs. Malfoy is right, dear," Mrs. Weasley agrees, and Hermione would almost feel like she has slipped into an alternate universe wherein Narcissa Malfoy and Molly Weasley agree on anything if this wasn't probably the dozenth time that this has happened in the past few years. "Draco, take her somewhere quiet to sit. We'll send someone for you when dinner is ready."

Draco slings his arm over Hermione's shoulder, tugging her somewhat-protesting form through the kitchen and down the hall in the direction of the library.

"I am also entirely capable of watching my son and finishing dinner. I do it every day," Hermione grumbles as she sits down on the sofa in the library, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.

"That's exactly the point, love," Draco chuckles, kneeling down in front of his wife and placing his hands on her outer thighs. "Our family isn't here every day, but they are today. Let them help. Now, what can I do to distract you into resting?"

Hermione sighs, her frustration ebbing away now that she is sitting and she realizes how sore her feet actually are.

Hermione scoots to the side, making room for Draco to sit beside her, which he does in the next moment.

"You can kiss me," Hermione smiles, knowing that her husband will never deny her such a request.

Draco adjusts on the sofa so that Hermione's legs are draped over his lap, tugging her closer to him as he leans in to oblige his wife's request.

Hermione would love to get lost in her husband's kiss, though it seems that their daughter has other plans. Hermione jumps slightly, one hand flying to her stomach in surprise as she breaks away from Draco.

"What's wrong?" Draco asks, his voice tense as his eyes widen.

The corners of Hermione's lips pull up, a bright smile stretching her cheeks as she feels her daughter kick– really, quite vigorously– inside her womb. This isn't the first time that she has felt the kicks, but it is the first time that she thinks that Draco might be able to feel them, too– and especially after her worries last night, it feels like an even more welcomed surprise.

In lieu of a verbal response, Hermione takes Draco's hand in her own and guides it over to the spot on her stomach which she felt the kick, hoping that their daughter will continue her tap-dancing so her father can feel it, too.

Hermione's heart constricts when she feels the kick again, and when Draco clearly does too, if the smile on his face means anything.

"Well, that's that, then," Draco states, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Hermione's, leaving his hand exactly where it is, lest he miss another movement. "An active baby is a healthy baby– and she's strong already."

"That's our girl," Hermione breathes, rubbing her hand along the side of her belly beside Draco's hand. "That's our Cassie."

Hermione rests her head back against the cushion of the rocking chair in Scorpius' nursery which she is currently occupying, her eyelids drooping more than she cares to admit. The remainder of Scorpius' birthday party went by without a hitch– and Hermione will vehemently deny this if ever asked– though, perhaps Narcissa had been correct that Hermione needed to rest.

Scorpius is sleeping soundly against Hermione's chest as she rocks slowly back and forth, and she has absolutely no intention of moving him any time soon. Hermione will gladly cradle her son like this for as long as possible because she knows that this stage will not last forever.

Hermione closes her eyes, and to her surprise, a new vision swims into view.

Hermione's visions are far fewer now after Daphne's treatment spells became a regular part of Hermione's medical care, but as she is unable to do them during pregnancy, Hermione supposes that she shouldn't be surprised.

In this vision, vision-Hermione is standing on a very familiar platform, her eyes welling up with tears as she kneels down in front of a boy– approximately eleven years of age.

Vision-Hermione places her hands on the boy's shoulders, speaking to him with words which real-Hermione cannot hear before she kisses both of his cheeks and squeezes him tightly. Next, she stands and steps backward, bringing herself shoulder-to-shoulder with a very familiar wizard– albeit, a bit older than real-Hermione knows him to be in the present.

What surprises real-Hermione next, though, is the fact that alongside vision-Draco are four other children, whom real-Hermione doesn't actually recognize, despite knowing in her heart of hearts exactly who they are and whose children they must be.

In vision-Draco's arms is a small girl with curly brown hair– like her mother's– who appears to be about five or six years-old and is wearing a pink tutu with white tights, paired with a pink shirt with a unicorn on it. In front of vision-Draco are two more children– a boy and a girl– approximately the same age as one another, who both seem to be spitting images of their father doing some sort of secret handshake and laughing brightly.

Last– but not least, of course– to vision-Hermione's right is a taller, older, child– a girl. She looks to be approximately eight or nine years-old and she relaxes into vision-Hermione's side when the older witch wraps her arm around her shoulders. Vision-Hermione rests her head atop her daughter's and continues to cry as she watches her eldest child board the Hogwarts Express, presumably for the first time.

Vision-Draco wraps his free arm around vision-Hermione's waist, and the picture of the six remaining Malfoys watching as the very first of them leaves for school might possibly be real-Hermione's favorite snippet of them all.

Hi, friends. Happy Tuesday. (:

Y'all. That's it. We're done. I cannot believe that this day is finally here. It doesn't feel real. A part of me doesn't believe that I won't be back here next Tuesday uploading a new chapter of this fic, but I don't have anything else left. This is it.

This fic has been such a monumental thing for me, so huge, in fact, that I don't even know what to say. I don't know how to cap off the completion of the piece of writing that I am the most proud of to date. I've been writing for almost twenty years and nothing has felt as big or as special as Snippets, to me. If I never wrote anything else ever again, I would be proud to have written this.

I don't even know where or how to begin to thank you all for being a part of this journey with me. Your support truly means more to me than you could ever imagine and I am so grateful for all of you who have been here since the beginning- especially those who were with me until the very end. I am so grateful. Truly so, so grateful.

I don't even know what to say to end this story. I hope you've enjoyed it? I just... thank you.

As is my tradition when I finish a fic, I'm now going to give you all a sneak peak and schedule for what's to come, so if you've enjoyed Snippets and would like to see more from me, stick around.

First and foremost, I'm going to be taking a few weeks off, I think, from posting on Tuesdays. My other current fic Somewhere on a Beach will still be uploading on Fridays as per usual and we'll discuss next steps for Friday uploads when that time comes. But as for Tuesdays, which have somehow become my unofficial Dramione days, I will be taking a little bit of a break before coming back with a one-shot and a multi-chapter.

That said, I am still going to give y'all an idea of what's to come, even if it'll be a little while before you see them.

The Dramione one-shot, which will upload first, is a song-inspired one, heavy on the Dramione romance.

Then the multi-chapter is a time-travel fic that's really only Dramione if you squint, but I'm still counting it. Either way, there's tons of Draco & Theo friendship in that one, which makes me happy. And there is Dramione, but I'm not going to spoil it too much. That fic is five chapters long.

Otherwise, I do have plenty of Fremione coming too, for those of you who are interested in that pairing, and I'm working on another Dramione one-shot, but we'll see if that ever comes to fruition.

In any case, thank you all. Sincerely. Thank you so much. I cannot believe that we're here, but thank you for being here with me. As always, thank you for spending a bit of your time here with me this week, and thank you for spending most of this year here with me. It truly means the world to me.

Now more than ever, if you feel so inclined, please review. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter, this final epilogue, this entire fic, literally all of your thoughts. I love reviews to begin with, but this feels like an occasion, and I am just itching to know your thoughts. Thank you again.

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