A Midnight Miracle

The morning sun cast a soft glow across the cluttered bathroom of Hermione Granger's spacious London flat. As she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing her unruly hair into submission, her gaze kept drifting back to the two lines on the pregnancy test sitting on the counter. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief.

Hermione had always cherished her freedom and independence, and as had celebrated her fortieth birthday, she had come to appreciate it even more. Hermione's life had followed a carefully planned trajectory, one that did not include motherhood. She had always been content with her decision, never second-guessing it. Her career had flourished after her schooling, and she had traveled the world, spending her money exactly as she pleased.

However, sitting innocently on the bathroom counter, two bold lines stared back at her, their presence impossible to ignore.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and a rush of emotions overwhelmed her. She couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. She had always been staunchly child-free, her life dedicated to her career, her travels, and her insatiable thirst for knowledge. While she had adored playing the role of the loving aunt to every child that had come from her friends, the thought of becoming a mother herself had never crossed her mind.

She had been married once, briefly, to Ron Weasley in her early twenties, but it had ended in a painful divorce. It was a chapter of her life that she had long moved on from, and she had never given much thought to the possibility of having children. In fact, she had been under the impression that she might not even be able to conceive.

The divorce had been a turning point for both of them. Ron had swiftly remarried Lavender Brown, only six months after their divorce had finalized. Strangely, it hadn't shattered Hermione's heart the way she had expected. Life had gone on, and she had even been named the godmother of Ron and Lavender's first daughter, Rose.

But now, as Hermione sat in her bedroom, the memory of that wild New Year's Eve party flashed through her mind. A night of revelry, firewhiskey, and reckless abandon. She had woken up the next day with a pounding headache, a sense of regret, and a hazy recollection of a passionate encounter with someone she never would have imagined in her wildest dreams.

***

New Years Eve, 2019.

Amid the lively New Year's Eve party at the Potter-Weasley estate, the grand ancestral home that had been rebuilt on Harry's inherited land, nostalgia hung thick in the air. It had been 23 years since the end of the war, and time had indeed worked its magic, mending more wounds than anyone had thought possible. The house was adorned with festive decorations, and laughter filled every corner as the house full of Hogwarts Alumni reunited to celebrate the arrival of the new year.

Hermione, normally known for her composure and intellect, was now caught in a fit of laughter, leaning into the arms of her best friend's godfather, Sirius Black. The two had always shared a close bond, and tonight was no exception. Their teasing banter filled the room as they gently ribbed each other about various matters, with no romantic undertones at all.

Sirius grinned mischievously as he held Hermione close, their laughter filling the room. "Hermione!" , the slight slur in his voice betraying the effects of the celebratory libations, "when do you think you'll finally find yourself a nice man? You know, someone who can keep up with that brilliant mind of yours?"

Hermione, a bit unsteady on her feet, leaned into Sirius and playfully nudged him in return. "Oh, Sirius, you're just like everyone else! Always asking about my love life. I'm perfectly happy as I am, you know. Besides, I don't need a man to define my happiness."

Sirius grinned and leaned in closer to her ear, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Ah, work, pshhhh, don't forget to live a little, darling. You've earned it after all those years of saving the wizarding world. Plus, blimey you’re fit as ever, at the very least you deserve to find someone to warm your sheets for the night!"

Hermione blushed at Sirius's playful comment, though she was grateful that the dim lighting in the room masked her rosy cheeks. Her laughter continued to bubble forth as she swayed slightly in Sirius's arms, her normally meticulous composure thoroughly abandoned for the night.

Dressed for the occasion, Hermione wore a stunning midnight blue gown that accentuated her figure in all the right places. The dress was elegantly tailored, with a fitted bodice that flowed into a graceful A-line skirt, giving her a timeless, sophisticated silhouette. Delicate silver embroidery adorned the neckline and waist, adding a touch of subtle glamor to her attire.

Her long, chestnut curls cascaded down her back, the loose waves catching the soft glow of the party's ambient lighting. Hermione had taken the time to style her hair for the evening, allowing her usually restrained locks to frame her face in an alluring, tousled manner. A few strands of hair fell gracefully over her shoulder, catching the twinkle of the fairy lights that adorned the room.

Sirius continued their playful banter with a twinkle in his eye, his words slightly slurred from the drinks he'd indulged in. "Well, Hermione, you might just be right. It's a new year, and who knows what surprises it holds. But I must say, I've been enjoying our little tête-à-tête here." He winked at her, his charm undiminished by the passage of years.

Hermione chuckled at Sirius's irreverent attitude. "You always know how to keep things interesting, Sirius. But speaking of interest, I think I spy someone who's caught your attention." She gestured with a playful nod of her head toward a woman across the room, a graceful and striking figure who seemed to have drawn Sirius's gaze.

61 years young, Sirius Black didn't look a day over 45, and his charisma still shone brightly. With a grin and a wink in Hermione's direction, he excused himself and made his way toward the intriguing woman who had captured his interest.

Meanwhile, Hermione, still feeling a bit unsteady on her heels, gracefully navigated her way through the lively crowd. At a petite 5 foot 4 inches tall, she was hardly the tallest person in the room, but her presence was undeniable. She was on a mission to find another drink, hoping it would help steady her nerves.

As she approached the bar, Hermione's heart skipped a beat when she spotted a familiar face. It was Draco Malfoy, someone she hadn't seen in years. His hair, once perfectly slicked back, now cascaded in loose waves, gracing his shoulders in a way she had never seen before. It was a transformation that suited him well, making him appear far more stunning than she remembered.

Draco, who was just as inebriated as Hermione, turned toward her with a wide, lopsided grin as their eyes met. "Well, well, Hermione Granger," he said, his voice filled with genuine delight, “You look as lovely as ever!"

Hermione couldn't help but smile at the unexpected reunion. "Draco Malfoy, it's been a long time," she replied, her tone warmer than it had been during their school days. "You're looking quite different yourself."

Draco chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Ah, yes, well, life has a way of changing us, doesn't it?" His eyes held a hint of nostalgia as he continued, "I suppose we've all grown in our own ways since those Hogwarts days."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "Indeed, we have. So, Draco, what have you been up to these days? It's been quite some time since I've seen you in the public eye."

Draco's smile faded slightly as he leaned against the bar. "Well, you might have heard about the divorce. It was all over the papers in 2019," he said with a rueful sigh.

Hermione's expression softened, and she reached out to touch his arm gently. "I did hear about it. I'm so sorry to hear that. Astoria and you... It must have been a difficult time."

Draco waved his hand dismissively, though his eyes betrayed a hint of sadness. "It was a mutual decision. We both thought it was best for our family, especially with Scorpius getting ready to graduate next year. It was amicable, really."

Hermione nodded, understanding the complexities of such situations. "Well, I can empathize. I've been through a divorce myself, and it's never easy. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

Draco's eyes met hers, gratitude shining in them. "Thank you. That means more than you know." He paused for a moment before his playful smirk returned. "But enough about me and my personal life. What about you? What has Hermione Granger been up to all these years?"

Hermione smiled at Draco's interest in her life, "Well, since the war ended, I've been on quite the adventure. I spent a few years working at the Ministry, but then I decided to pursue my own ambitions."

As she spoke, the bartender set up a pair of shots before them, and Draco gestured for Hermione to join him in a toast. "To new beginnings," he proposed, clinking his glass against hers.

"To new beginnings," Hermione echoed, the clinking of glasses followed by the quick burn of the shot. She continued, "I founded my own company, specializing in magical artifacts and rare books. It's been a wild ride, but I can't complain. I've traveled the world, discovered lost relics, and even written a few books of my own along the way."

Draco's eyes widened with genuine interest. "That sounds incredible, you've truly made a name for yourself."

Hermione nodded, her pride in her accomplishments evident. "I've always believed in the importance of knowledge and history. My work allows me to preserve and share that with the wizarding world."

Their conversation continued to flow as the night progressed, punctuated by occasional sips of champagne and laughter. Hermione and Draco found themselves drawn to the back yard, where a makeshift Quidditch pitch had been set up. The adults and the oldest teenagers of the friend group alike were engaged in a spirited, if somewhat wobbly, game of Quidditch.

Ginny Weasley-Potter, with her husband Harry Potter by her side, was up on a broom, both of them swaying slightly but determined to win against their opponents. Colin Creevy, ever the photographer, was capturing the memories of the night with his camera, snapping shots of the enthusiastic players. Cushioning charms had been generously applied over the field to ensure that no one would be injured during their inebriated match.

Blaise Zabini, Oliver Wood, and Theodore Nott were also among the players, their laughter ringing out as they zoomed around the makeshift pitch, the Quaffle, Bludgers, and Snitch hovering magically above the ground.

Hermione and Draco watched the chaotic game unfold, reminiscing about their own school days when Quidditch had been a significant part of their lives. "Well, it seems that some things never change," Draco remarked with a grin, his eyes fixed on the amusing game.

Hermione nodded in agreement, her laughter mingling with his. "Indeed. And to think we used to take Quidditch so seriously."

As they wandered along the garden's edge, they found themselves making playful bets on who would emerge victorious from the drunken Quidditch match and shared a laugh about the old rivalries that had long since come to pass.

As the night wore on and the revelry continued, Hermione and Draco found themselves drawn closer to each other, their laughter and shared memories forging a connection that felt almost magnetic. The champagne, shots, and laughter had taken their toll, and both were considerably more inebriated than they had intended to be.

Eventually, as the evening reached its peak of excitement and celebration, they stumbled into a dimly lit hallway of the Potter-Weasley estate, their giggles and playful teasing growing more affectionate. Hermione's hand found its way to Draco's arm, and his fingers gently traced the contours of her cheek.

Their lips met in a drunken, passionate kiss, fueled by nostalgia and the warmth of the New Year's Eve festivities. The world outside seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the moment, lost in each other.

Without really knowing how or why, they stumbled through a nearby doorway into one of the guest bedrooms. The room was lit only by a dim lamp and the bed beckoned invitingly, and in their hazy, inebriated state, they found themselves falling onto it together.

Draco’s lips are hot on her already burning skin, moans falling freely from her lips as her dress is pulled swiftly over her head and heels are thrown haphazardly across the room. Soon she is completely naked and his mouth is on her breast, tongue swirling around a nipple as his fingers make their way between her legs.

“Fucking soaked for me already, Granger?” Draco groans, hazy eyes making contact with her own half lidded gaze. He loves the way she looks right now, curls falling wildly over her shoulders and utterly debauched. 

She flushes deeply, mouth falling open as his fingers explore her cunt and before she realizes what he is doing, he jerks her down and descends upon her like she is a feast and he is starving. His fingers spread her pretty pink lips and his tongue finds her sweetest spots. 

It occurs to her fuzzily that she now lay completely naked and he is fully dressed, but she can’t bring herself to care as he hits a particularly amazing spot and her hips jerk up and her hands go to pull at his surprisingly soft hair. 

He growls in response and two fingers find their way inside her, twisting and he hums a sound of approval as she whines his name, her pussy clenching oh so tightly around the digits. 

She doesn’t last very long before she falls apart around his fingers, his talented tongue not stopping until after her thighs are shaking and she’s sobbing her release. “That’s a good girl,” he soothes her, using her recovery time to undress himself and settle between her thighs.

As Draco's body pressed against hers, Hermione's breath hitched in response to the electric tension that had enveloped them. Their eyes locked in a passionate gaze as he reaches down to nudge his cock at her soaked entrance, his other hand making its way into her curls. “Ready?” He whispers, giving her a chance to back out.

She nods, her head spinning slightly with the movement but gods if he didn’t fuck her she thinks in that moment she may die.

He fills her in a smooth motion, a gasp falling from her lips as he does. He’s bigger than any lover she’d had before, and quite honestly hadn’t been prepared for it. A slight burn as he stretches her open, tells her just how long it had been since she’d been with a man and he doesn’t give her much time to recover. His lips slam onto hers as he begins rocking into her, the head of his cock pressed solidly against her cervix.

Draco’s grip on her shifts, moving to grab onto her hips and his lips press against hers, “fuck, you take me so well, so fucking tight.”

He whispers soft encouragement to her and it is her undoing, multiple orgasms coming quickly as they move together, he stops after each one to tell her what a good fucking girl she is and how well she takes his cock, how he’s wanted to do this for so long.

Everything is hazy but she thinks she may actually have died and gone to heaven by the time he’s finished with her. At one point she ends up on top of him, riding him with her head falling back and in Draco’s own cloudy brain can’t help but think about how stunning she looks like this, her breasts bouncing and her cheeks flushed prettily, and god the view. Her pussy is so tight around his cock he loves watching the way her pretty lips spread to make room for him.

Her eyes are closed when he demands she look at him, eliciting her final orgasm. This time he can’t hold back and fills her up with his come.

Their bodies intertwined, exhausted and satiated, Hermione rolled off of Draco, and he pulled her close, their lips meeting in a lingering kiss that left them both breathless. The dimly lit room held a sense of intimacy and warmth, matching the connection they had rekindled that night.

Wrapped in each other's arms, their breaths slowly steadying, they succumbed to the effects of the alcohol and their passionate encounter. The haze of the New Year's Eve festivities lingered around them as they drifted into a peaceful slumber, content and satisfied, the weight of years of unresolved tension finally lifted.

***

Her heart raced as she pieced together the fragments of that night. Draco Malfoy, newly single and seemingly ready to fucking mingle, had been her unexpected partner in crime. And now, it appeared that their wild night had resulted in an even wilder consequence: She’s pregnant.

Her thoughts swirled in a chaotic mix of disbelief, uncertainty, and a touch of panic. Hermione Granger, the fiercely independent woman who had built a life on her own terms, was facing an unexpected and life-altering curveball. And she had no idea how to deal with it.

Hermione struggled to contain her emotions as she stood in her flat, staring at the positive pregnancy test. Her mind raced, and her heart pounded as she considered what this meant for her carefully constructed life. She couldn't do this alone.

Without hesitation, Hermione made a decision. She needed to talk to her two best friends in the world, Harry and Ginny Potter, who were like family to her. They had all gone through so much together, and she trusted them implicitly.

With trembling hands, she left her flat, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She was tempted to floo to the Potter-Weasley residence but decided the brisk walk to the apparition point down the block was much needed. However, the trek was a blur, and she arrived at their doorstep faster than she had expected.

Inside, the Potter-Weasley family was having breakfast. The dining table was a lively scene, even with their children off to Hogwarts. Harry, with his characteristic messy hair, was sipping his tea while scanning the morning paper. Ginny, still as fiery as ever, was flipping through a Quidditch magazine.

Ginny glanced up as she heard the door open and quirked a brow at Hermione's disheveled appearance. It didn't take her long to notice the tumultuous storm of emotions raging in Hermione's eyes.

Harry, on the other hand, was a bit slower to react. He looked up from his paper and furrowed his brow, taking in Hermione's frazzled state. It wasn't like her to show up like this unannounced.

Hermione stood in their kitchen, her face pale, her hands trembling, and her voice quivering as she tried to form words. Her composure was crumbling, and it was clear she was on the verge of a breakdown.

Ginny's concern deepened, and she set her magazine aside. "Hermione, what's going on? Are you okay?"

Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes filled with tears. She had always been the strong one, the rational one, the one who had it all figured out. But now, she felt lost and vulnerable.

Harry finally put his paper down, his attention fully on Hermione. "Hermione, you're scaring us. What’s happened?"

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes as she looked at her two best friends, the people who had stood by her side through thick and thin. She knew she couldn't keep this to herself any longer.

"I... I'm pregnant," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ginny's eyes widened in shock, and Harry's jaw dropped. The silence in the kitchen was deafening as the weight of Hermione's revelation settled upon them.

After a moment, Harry found his voice. "Pregnant? But... I thought you never wanted children. I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone."

Hermione nodded, her tears now flowing freely. "I didn't. I don't know how this happened, but it did. And I don't know what to do."

Ginny rushed to Hermione's side, wrapping her arms around her in a comforting embrace. "We're here for you. We'll figure this out together." Hermione melted into the embrace, tears falling from her eyes. It wasn’t like her to fall apart like this. Not even a little bit. 

Harry, still trying to wrap his head around the unexpected news, finally found his voice again. "Mione… You do have options. We can help you explore them."

Hermione sniffled and pulled away slightly from Ginny's embrace, wiping away her tears. "I know. But the thought of... of an abortion, it just doesn't sit right with me. I've never wanted to be a mother, but..."

Ginny nodded in understanding. "It's okay. We're not here to judge. Whatever decision you make, we'll support you."

Harry, trying to be as supportive as possible, chimed in. "And we'll help you through it, whatever it is. You're not alone in this."

Hermione managed a weak smile, grateful for her friends' understanding and support. "Thank you, both of you. I needed to talk to someone about this."

As they continued to comfort Hermione, a thought crossed Harry's mind. He had to know. With a bit of hesitation, he asked, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... do you know who the father is?"

Hermione looked at Harry, her eyes widening slightly. She hesitated for a moment, then sighed, realizing that she couldn't keep that secret any longer. "It's Draco Malfoy."

Ginny and Harry exchanged glances, their shock evident. A moment of stunned silence hung in the air before Ginny burst into laughter. Harry joined in, and soon the three friends were laughing together, the tension from the situation momentarily forgotten.

Hermione, initially taken aback by their reaction, finally mustered a chuckle herself. It was, after all, a rather unexpected turn of events.

Ginny wiped away a tear of mirth and said, "Well, I suppose even the most unexpected pairings can lead to surprises."

Harry nodded, still grinning. "Draco Malfoy?" Harry finally managed to say, "You and Malfoy? That's quite the surprise."

Hermione laughed along with them, feeling a sense of relief that her friends were taking the news in stride. It was a strange and unexpected situation, but she knew that with Ginny and Harry by her side, she wouldn't have to face it alone.

As the laughter subsided, Hermione knew that there were still many decisions to make and challenges to overcome, but for now, in the warm embrace of her friends, she felt a glimmer of hope that everything would eventually fall into place.

Hermione felt a mix of embarrassment and amusement as well, "Believe me, I'm as shocked as you are. It was just one reckless night, and I never expected... this."

Ginny chuckled, and she shot Harry a knowing look. "Well, it's not exactly the sort of thing you plan, is it?"

Harry and Ginny's laughter gradually subsided as they settled back into a more serious conversation. Hermione still felt utterly raw, and she appreciated the levity her friends had brought to the situation.

Ginny, her tone more composed now,"you should make an appointment with a mediwitch or a healer. They can give you guidance and provide more information about your options. It's essential to get proper medical care from the start and since it seems you’ve found out early, it’s good to go now… Especially with your age." She winced making the comment, but it was true and Hermione appreciated the honesty.

Hermione nodded, grateful for Ginny's sensible suggestion. "You're right, I should do that. I need to know what's best for both me…….” Her voice dropped, “and the baby."

Harry chimed in, curiosity still in his eyes. "Do you even see Draco regularly? I mean, how did this happen?"

Hermione sighed and shook her head. "No, I don't see him regularly. We... It happened at that New Year's party, and quite honestly, I don't even remember sleeping with him.” A slight fib. One that wouldn’t hurt anyone, “Just that he was the only one that fit the timeline. I haven’t slept with anyone in about a year, and I've been too busy with my new book. We didn't even talk the morning after; I slipped away before he woke up."

Ginny raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the details of the story. "A New Year's party, a blackout, and Draco Malfoy. Well, that's a story for the books."

Hermione chuckled, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Yes, it certainly is."

Harry leaned forward, his tone more serious now. "Well, we'll support you through this, no matter how unexpected it may be. And who knows, maybe Malfoy will surprise us all."

***

As Hermione returned to her flat after her emotional conversation with Harry and Ginny, she couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of exhaustion and nausea that had been creeping up on her. Flopping into her bed, she closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

The reality of her situation was sinking in, and it weighed heavily on her mind. How on earth was she going to tell Draco Malfoy? The man had a sixteen-year-old son, Scorpius, from his previous marriage to Astoria. Hermione wasn't sure if Draco and Astoria had ever wanted more children, and she had no idea how he would react to this unexpected news.

She placed a hand on her stomach, the idea of becoming a mother both daunting and surreal. It wasn't just her own life that would be affected; it was Draco's too. The man hadn't even been divorced for six months, and here she was, about to either make or break his life with this revelation.

Nausea washed over her again, and Hermione couldn't tell if it was from the pregnancy or the anxiety of what lay ahead. She knew she needed to gather her strength and face the situation head-on, but the uncertainty and fear loomed large.

Closing her eyes, Hermione tried to push aside her worries and focus on the practical steps she needed to take. She needed to make that appointment with a mediwitch, and she needed to figure out how to broach the subject with Draco. It was going to be an incredibly challenging conversation, and she had no idea how he would react.

As she lay in bed, the weight of her situation bearing down on her, Hermione couldn't help but wonder how her life had taken such an unexpected turn. Less than twenty four hours ago she had been living her life as usual, reveling in her independence and freedom. Now, everything has changed in the blink of an eye.

The thought of Draco Malfoy and the impending conversation with him weighed heavily on her mind. Hermione knew she couldn't put it off for long. She had to tell him about the pregnancy, and she had to do it soon. But the prospect of facing him, of seeing his reaction, made her stomach churn even more.

As the day turned into evening, Hermione remained in her bed, lost in thought. She considered the options ahead, the choices she would have to make, and the impact it would have on her life and Draco's. It was a daunting and overwhelming situation, and she felt a sense of isolation despite the support of her friends.

The uncertainty of the future gnawed at her, but Hermione was a fighter. She had faced challenges and adversities before, and she would face this one head-on as well. Her determination and resilience were part of who she was, and she knew she couldn't let fear paralyze her.

With a deep breath, Hermione resolved to take things one step at a time. She would make that appointment with the mediwitch and gather the information she needed to make an informed decision about her pregnancy. And then, she would summon the courage to have that difficult conversation with Draco, no matter how uncertain or difficult it might be.

As the night deepened and Hermione's exhaustion finally overcame her anxiety, she drifted into a restless sleep, knowing that the challenges of the days and weeks ahead would test her in ways she could never have imagined.

***

Hermione had made the appointment with the mediwitch, intent on taking the first step in addressing her unexpected…… Condition. As she walked into the clinic, she felt a wave of apprehension wash over her. The sterile scent of antiseptic and the hushed atmosphere of the clinic only added to her unease.

But what truly caught her off guard was when the door to her clinic room opened and she saw a familiar face. Hermione's heart sank, her face falling in disbelief.

She had known that Astoria Malfoy had become a healer, a fact that had been the subject of much gossip and disapproval among both her family and the Malfoy family. But what she didn't expect, and what hit her like a cold wave, was that not only had Astoria become a healer, but she had also focused on midwifery. And, of course, it was Astoria's table that Hermione had ended up on that day.

Astoria looked up from her paperwork, and her eyes widened in surprise as she recognized Hermione. For a moment, the two women locked eyes.

Hermione felt a rush of memories flood back. She and Astoria had been classmates at Hogwarts, both part of the same generation that had been marked by the Second Wizarding War. Their paths had crossed in the most unexpected ways over the years, and it had always been a complicated and occasionally adversarial relationship. It was a chapter of her life that Hermione had moved past, and she had assumed Astoria had done the same.

And now, it seemed that their paths had crossed once again, in the most unexpected and delicate circumstances.

Hermione's heart sank as she saw Astoria, her once-rival, now a skilled healer, standing in the doorway, her expression calm and professional. Their eyes met briefly, and Hermione saw a combination of surprise and concern in Astoria's gaze.

"Miss Granger," Astoria greeted her, her voice professional and composed. "What brings you here today?"

Hermione nodded, trying to compose herself, she felt a whirlwind of feelings—awkwardness, embarrassment, and a deep sense of irony that the woman who had once been married to Draco Malfoy was now going to be intimately involved in her pregnancy.

Astoria continued her examination, asking the necessary questions about Hermione's health and her symptoms, all while maintaining a detached professionalism. But Hermione could sense a tension in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the unusual circumstances.

As the examination continued, Hermione wondered what Astoria thought of this situation. She had never been close to Astoria, and their interactions during her marriage to Draco had been minimal. But now, they were connected in a way neither of them could have foreseen.

Once the examination was complete, Astoria withdrew to give Hermione some privacy and said, "I'll need to review the results, Miss Granger. I'll be back shortly."

Hermione nodded, feeling a sense of unease as she watched Astoria leave the room.Alone in the examination room, her thoughts raced. She had been preparing herself to face the challenges of telling Draco about the pregnancy, but the presence of Astoria, the woman who had once been married to him, added a layer of complexity she hadn't anticipated. The irony of the situation was not lost on her.

Returning to the examination room, Astoria was all business. "Miss Granger, based on the initial examination, it appears that you are indeed pregnant. We'll need to perform some further tests to determine the stage of the pregnancy and assess your overall health, while your age is a bit concerning there have been witches known to give birth into their early sixties. Do we recommend it? No. But I have no fears about you having a healthy child at your age."

Astoria continued with her examination, performing an ultrasound spell and palpating Hermione's belly. Her experienced eyes fell on the scarred skin where Hermione had been wounded in the past, a reminder of the battles they had all fought. 

"You have some scarring here," Astoria noted, her voice gentle as she continued her examination. "From what I can see, it seems to be related to previous injuries and not affecting your uterus."

Hermione nodded, her mind briefly drifting back to the horrors of the Second Wizarding War and the scars it had left, both physical and emotional.

Astoria finished her examination and then met Hermione's eyes with a reassuring smile. "Overall, it appears that you and the babe are in good health. I’d place you at about nine weeks and I recommend you return in three weeks for a follow up. We’d like to see you every three to four weeks until you’re in your third trimester and then every two. Being that you are a bit advanced in age we would err on the side of caution and see you every three."

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Astoria nodded in acknowledgment, her professionalism unwavering. "You're welcome, Miss Granger. Your well-being and the well-being of your baby are my top priorities."

Hermione appreciated Astoria's expertise and care, but the use of her last name made the situation feel unnecessarily formal, given their shared history. She decided to gently correct her.

"Astoria," Hermione said with a small, warm smile, "you can call me Hermione. We're both adults now, and I think we've both moved past our Hogwarts rivalries."

Astoria blinked in surprise for a moment, as if she hadn't expected Hermione to address her by her first name. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she nodded. "Very well, Hermione. And you can call me Astoria."

Hermione's smile widened a bit. "Thank you, Astoria."

With that, some of the tension in the room seemed to ease, and Hermione felt a bit more at ease herself. The situation was still far from ordinary, but at least it was becoming a bit more personal and less clinical.

Astoria offered Hermione a reassuring nod. "I'll be here to support you throughout your pregnancy, Hermione. If you have any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to reach out."

Hermione appreciated the offer and knew that she would likely have many questions in the coming months. She was grateful for Astoria's expertise and experience in midwifery, even if the circumstances of their reunion were far from typical.

***

As the weeks passed, Hermione tried to carry on with her daily life as if nothing had changed. She threw herself into her work, burying herself in research and meetings, but the ever-present secret weighed on her like a heavy burden. Harry and Ginny had been relentless in their gentle prodding, encouraging her to tell Draco about the pregnancy, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. The fear of his reaction, the uncertainty of their shared future, it all seemed too overwhelming.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day at the Ministry, Hermione returned home, feeling more fatigued than usual. As she began to undress in her bedroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror. It was then that she noticed it—the soft, undeniable swell of her belly.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she froze, her eyes locked on her reflection. Despite having seen the baby on the ultrasound, hearing their heartbeat, and keeping a moving portrait of her first ultrasound tucked safely in her drawer, it had never felt quite real until now.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out to gently touch her belly. She traced the curve of it, her fingers trembling. The life growing inside her was no longer an abstract idea; it was a living, growing part of her. And in that moment, the weight of her pregnancy and the responsibility that came with it crashed over her like a tidal wave.

She sank to the edge of her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she allowed herself to finally confront the reality of her situation. The fear, the uncertainty, the overwhelming sense of being unprepared—it all flooded her at once.

Hermione knew she couldn't keep hiding from this truth. She couldn't deny the existence of the life she was carrying, and she couldn't keep Draco in the dark any longer. As scared as she was, as unsure of the future as she felt, she knew it was time to face the consequences of that wild New Year's Eve and the choices she had made.

With a deep breath, Hermione picked up her wand and conjured a patronus—a silvery otter that would deliver a message to Harry and Ginny. It was time to tell them that she was ready to talk to Draco, to face the truth, and to navigate this together.

As the patronus disappeared into the night, Hermione knew that there would be challenges ahead, but she was no longer willing to hide from them. The tiny life inside her deserved more than that, and she was ready to embrace the reality of becoming a mother, no matter how daunting it seemed.

***

Harry and Ginny, after receiving Hermione's patronus message, exchanged knowing glances. They had been expecting this moment for a while, and now that Hermione was finally ready to tell Draco about the pregnancy, they were going to support her every step of the way.

As they sat in their cozy living room, the plan began to take shape. Harry leaned back in his armchair, running a hand through his hair, and said, "Well, it's clear Hermione needs to talk to Draco, and we can't blame her for feeling overwhelmed. We know him well, and he's our friend too. We can help bridge the gap."

Ginny nodded in agreement. "That's right. We'll just make it a friendly, casual gathering."

Harry smiled. "I think it's a great idea. We'll invite him over, have a nice meal, and let Hermione talk to him in a familiar and comfortable setting. It'll be easier for her, and he won't feel like he's being ambushed."

Ginny chuckled, her eyes dancing with amusement. "And the irony of Astoria being Hermione's doctor will be the icing on the cake. We'll just have to hope they both have a good sense of humor about it."

The couple worked out the details of the dinner invitation and decided to send Draco an owl, inviting him over for the following weekend. They knew it was the right thing to do to support their friend during this crucial conversation.

Ginny took charge of extending the invitation to Draco, sending him a friendly owl explaining that they wanted to catch up and have a meal together. She emphasized that Hermione would be there as well, hoping that it would encourage him to accept.

Draco's response arrived a day later, and to their relief, he accepted the invitation. He expressed his eagerness to see them and catch up, mentioning that it had been a while since they had all spent time together.

On the night of the dinner, as Hermione and Draco found themselves sharing the same room, the atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension. It was a palpable energy that spoke of secrets and moments they had chosen not to address. Tonight, Draco would soon discover just how significant their fateful New Year's Eve encounter had been.

When Hermione first caught sight of Draco, she was struck by how effortlessly handsome he appeared. He was dressed in a well-fitted jumper that accentuated his lean physique, and his silver-blond hair was expertly styled, giving him an air of sophistication. Even in the softly lit dining room, his piercing gray eyes seemed to glisten with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Draco, in turn, was captivated by Hermione's presence. Her luxurious curls flowed gracefully around her shoulders, framing her face in an almost ethereal manner. She wore an elegant dress that tastefully showcased her figure, and her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of brown, held a depth and intelligence that had always intrigued him.

Their gazes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. It was as if they could see through the facade they had both built, acknowledging the attraction and connection that had simmered beneath the surface for years. As they sat around the table sharing stories and laughter, Hermione couldn't help but feel the secret she was carrying weigh heavily on her shoulders. Every glance exchanged with Draco felt loaded with unspoken words, and the knowledge that she was hiding something of this magnitude gnawed at her.

The evening was going well until, in the midst of a conversation about Quidditch, Hermione suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Her stomach churned, and her face turned pale. Panic surged within her as she realized she might not be able to keep her composure any longer.

In a spontaneous motion, Hermione pushed her chair back, rising abruptly from the table. Her voice trembled as she addressed the group, "I'm terribly sorry, but I need to excuse myself for a moment."

Draco, his concern etched on his features, looked at her with a mix of confusion and worry. "Hermione, are you alright?"

Ginny, attempting to downplay the situation, chimed in hastily, "Oh, she's probably just had a bit too much to eat."

But before anyone could react, Hermione rushed out of the dining room, her footsteps echoing down the hall. 

"What's going on?" he asked, his tone urgent.

Ginny exchanged a worried glance with Harry before making a quick decision. She rose from her seat and said, "I'll check on her, Draco." With that, she followed Hermione down the hall, leaving Harry and Draco in a state of uncertainty.

In the bathroom, Hermione found herself hunched over the toilet, her stomach in knots as waves of nausea overwhelmed her. It was a stark reminder that she could no longer hide the life-changing secret she had been carrying, and the truth was now demanding to be revealed.

Ginny knelt beside Hermione, holding her hair back as she continued to be sick. Once Hermione was finished, she conjured a glass of water and a damp cloth to help her friend freshen up.

Hermione rinsed her mouth and splashed some cool water on her face, trying to regain her composure. 

Ginny waited patiently, concern etched on her face, reaching out to squeeze Hermione's hand reassuringly. "We'll support you through this, and Draco is a good person. He'll understand. You can do it."

Hermione took a moment to compose herself before meeting Ginny's eyes. Together, they returned to the dining room, where Draco and Harry waited, both filled with concern. Hermione's hands trembled as she took a deep breath and summoned the courage to speak.

"Draco," she began, her voice unsteady, "there's something important I need to tell you."

Draco's eyes were locked onto her, a mix of worry and confusion in his gaze. "What's going on?"

Her heart pounded in her chest as she took another deep breath, the weight of her secret nearly suffocating her. "I'm pregnant," she finally confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you're the father."

The words hung in the air, heavy with significance. Draco's expression shifted from confusion to shock as he absorbed the revelation. The room fell into a stunned silence, broken only by the sound of Hermione's unsteady breathing.

Draco's shock and confusion slowly gave way to a mix of emotions that he struggled to put into words. He looked at Harry and Ginny and managed to find his voice. "Harry, Ginny," Draco began, his tone filled with gratitude and urgency, "I appreciate your hospitality, but could I have a moment alone with Hermione? I... I think we need to talk."

Harry and Ginny exchanged a knowing look, understanding the need for privacy in such a sensitive situation. Ginny nodded and gave Draco a reassuring smile. "Of course, you two take all the time you need. We'll be in the living room if you need anything."

As soon as they were alone, Draco turned his attention back to Hermione, his gray eyes searching hers. His shock was still evident, but there was something else in his eyes now—something that Hermione couldn't quite decipher.

"Hermione," he began, his voice soft but filled with uncertainty, "I don't even know where to start. This is... unexpected."

Hermione nodded, her own emotions a turbulent combination of fear and vulnerability. "I know. It's unexpected for both of us. But I wanted to be honest with you."

Draco ran a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly. "Merlin, we... we haven’t really seen each other in years, and now this?"

Hermione swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes. "I know. I never imagined this would happen. But it has, and I need to know where we stand."

Draco took a step closer to her, his expression conflicted. "I... I need time to process this. I can't give you an answer right now."

Hermione nodded, her heart heavy. She had hoped for some kind of resolution, but she understood that this was a lot to take in. "I understand. Take all the time you need. I just wanted you to know."

Draco reached out, hesitated for a moment, and then gently placed a hand on her hers. It was a small gesture, but it conveyed a sense of reassurance amidst the uncertainty.

"I need some time," he repeated, his voice softer this time, "but we'll figure this out together."  They didn't delve further into the details of their unexpected situation, but the promise of a future conversation hung between them.

With a nod and a soft, reassuring smile, Draco finally excused himself. "I promise we'll talk tomorrow."

Hermione nodded in agreement, her own emotions still raw but grateful for his willingness to address the situation. "Thank you. Tomorrow then."

With that, Draco left the Potter residence, the weight of the revelation still heavy on his shoulders

***

Draco stormed into Blaise Zabini's home, his face flushed with a mix of anxiety, frustration, and bewilderment. Blaise and Pansy had just put their youngest child to bed, and they were settling into their cozy living room, enjoying a quiet evening together. Draco's sudden and frantic entrance left them utterly bemused.

Blaise, sitting on the sofa with Pansy, raised an eyebrow at Draco's disheveled appearance. "Well, what's gotten into you? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Pansy, with her characteristic sharp wit, added, "Or perhaps you finally found a Nargle in your wardrobe."

Draco, too preoccupied with his tumultuous thoughts, barely registered their banter. He paced back and forth in Blaise and Pansy's elegant living room, his thoughts swirling like a whirlwind. He couldn't believe what he had just found out. He had been divorced from Astoria for only six months, and his life had already become a huge fucking mess.

Blaise and Pansy, who were seated comfortably on a plush couch, exchanged bewildered glances as Draco rambled on about his failed marriage and the shock of Hermione's pregnancy. They had always been there for their friend, but this sudden outburst was completely unexpected.

"Slow down," Blaise finally interjected, raising an eyebrow. "We know you wanted more children….. But Granger? Pregnant? How is any of this related?"

Draco's revelation seemed to come out of nowhere, and they had no idea what he was talking about. Pansy leaned forward, her curiosity piqued as she repeated her husbands words,  "Draco, slow down. What do you mean, another child?"

The blonde finally came to a halt, his expression a chaotic mix of frustration and distress. "I just left Potter's place. Hermione Granger, she's pregnant, and I'm the father."

Pansy and Blaise blinked in astonishment, their previous amusement replaced by genuine surprise. It took a moment for the news to sink in, and then Pansy couldn't contain her laughter any longer. "You have a knack for turning life into a theatrical drama. I must admit, this is quite the twist."

Blaise chuckled and shook his head. "Indeed, I didn't see that one coming. But, are you sure about this?” 

Draco sank into a nearby chair, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'm sure. I'm the father. Hermione's pregnant with my child. We were together on New Year's Eve and honestly, I don’t think Granger would be the one to lie about something like this."

Pansy, her laughter now replaced with a sympathetic tone, placed a reassuring hand on Draco's shoulder. "You're not alone in this. We’re here for you… And Granger should she allow us.”

Blaise, taking a seat beside Draco, added, "And you should have a conversation with her about all of this. It's essential to understand her perspective and what she wants… Do you know that she’s keeping it?"

Draco's shoulders slumped as he contemplated Blaise's question. "I don't know, Blaise," he admitted, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "I didn't get a chance to talk to her about it tonight. It was all so sudden, and I was still trying to process the news myself. I have no idea what she wants," he admitted with a sigh. "But since she's told me, I can only imagine that she is. She sounded resolute."

Blaise exchanged a meaningful look with Pansy, both of them understanding the complexity of the situation. "Draco, it's crucial that you have an open and honest conversation with Hermione," Blaise advised. "And… if Hermione is indeed pregnant and has chosen to confide in you about it, that says something about her trust in you."

Draco nodded, his expression reflecting the weight of the situation. “I told her I would talk to her tomorrow. I just needed some time to process it all tonight."

Pansy squeezed his shoulder gently, her support unwavering. "That's a sensible approach. You both need time to gather your thoughts before diving into this conversation."

Blaise gave him a reassuring nod. "Take your time, Draco. This is a lot to take in for both of you. Just remember that we're here whenever you need us."

Pansy added with a smile, "And we'll make sure you don't do anything too impulsive. You tend to have a knack for that."

Draco managed a weak smile. "Thanks, both of you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

“For now though, a drink?” Pansy grins at him.

Draco chuckled softly, appreciating the gesture. "A drink sounds like just the thing right now."

Blaise rose from his seat and headed toward a well-stocked cabinet, pouring glasses of firewhiskey for each of them. He returned to the sitting area and handed a glass to Draco, who accepted it with a grateful nod.

As they clinked their glasses together in a silent toast, Draco groaned as he thought about how the hell he was going to explain this to his parents.

***

Draco woke up with a throbbing headache, the result of his unexpected visit to Blaise and Pansy's. Despite his hangover, he knew that he couldn't put off the conversation with Hermione any longer. He needed to face the reality of the situation and talk to her about their unexpected future together.

Summoning all the courage he could muster, Draco arrived at Hermione's flat and knocked on her door. He had only been in her flat once, a few years before during a party but he was thankful he still had her address in his files. With the way he had run out the day before he wasn’t sure she’d answer him even though he’d promised to meet with her today. He didn't have to wait long before she opened it, still in her pajamas with her wild curls framing her face. She looked a bit green, a clear sign that her pregnancy was taking a toll on her.

Despite the morning's circumstances, Draco couldn't help but find her stunning. There was a certain vulnerability and beauty about her in that moment that tugged at his heartstrings. It reminded him of the strong, intelligent woman he had known for years, now facing a new chapter in her life.

"Gran-," he began, quickly correcting himself, “Hermione,” his voice gentle and concerned, "I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."

Hermione blinked in surprise at the sight of Draco on her doorstep, and then she managed a small, tired smile. "Draco, it's alright. Please come in."

Hermione's apartment exuded an inviting warmth, even in the midst of the unexpected morning visit. Soft, cream-colored walls created a neutral backdrop for the eclectic mix of furniture and décor that filled the space. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting soft patterns on the hardwood floor. 

The living area featured a plush, overstuffed sofa adorned with colorful throw pillows. A vintage bookshelf lined one wall, filled with well-loved volumes that showcased her obvious love for literature. On the coffee table, a vase of fresh wildflowers added a touch of natural beauty to the room.

In the corner, a small desk was cluttered with parchment, quills, and various books, a testament to Hermione's dedication to her work. The scent of a freshly brewed cup of tea lingered in the air, a comforting presence in the room.

They moved to the living room and settled on the comfortable couch, their eyes meeting as they both grappled with the reality of what was happening. The air was thick with unspoken emotions and uncertainties, but they were determined to face it all head-on.

Draco cleared his throat, his gaze never leaving Hermione's. He felt many things — concern, curiosity, and a hint of anxiety—as he prepared to broach the delicate topic. Taking a deep breath, he began, "Hermione, I can't help but wonder how all of this happened. I mean, I don't fully remember... New Year's Eve."

Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down at her hands, interlacing her fingers nervously. She felt vulnerable and exposed, discussing such an intimate and unexpected moment with Draco. The memory of that fateful New Year's Eve party played in her mind like a blurry film, with champagne glasses, laughter, and the inevitable pull between them.

Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, her hand unconsciously resting on the small swell of her stomach, it wasn’t quite visible outside of her clothes yet, but she could feel it, "It was a bit of a blur for me too, Draco. We were at the New Year's Eve party at Harry and Ginny's. There was a lot of champagne, and... well, one thing led to another."

Draco nodded, his features showing a mix of understanding and a hint of embarrassment. Honestly, he couldn't remember a time since he was in his early twenties that he'd gotten that intoxicated. It added to the surreal feeling of the situation. It had been his first big outing since the divorce and ...He'd always prided himself on maintaining control, but that night had been an exception.

He then focused on the most important question at hand. "I need to know what you want to do about this. About the baby."

Hermione met his gaze, her eyes steady. "I've had some time to think about it. I know this situation is unexpected, and it's complicated given our history. But I'm going to keep the baby."

Draco's heart skipped a beat at her words. The confirmation that she intended to keep the baby brought a mix of emotions—shock, uncertainty, but also warmth and a bit of excitement. He hadn't anticipated becoming a father again, especially not like this. But now that the reality was sinking in, he felt a growing sense of responsibility and an unexpected connection to the life they had unintentionally created. He leaned back against the couch, running a hand through his hair, his mind racing with thoughts. "I won't downplay the fact that this is just as overwhelming for me. I've just gotten out of a marriage, and my son is sixteen. I never expected to be in a situation like this. But I won't abandon you or our child. We'll figure this out together."

Hermione's eyes softened, and she reached out to place a hand on Draco's arm, her touch gentle, "Thank you. We may not have planned for this, but it's happening, and we'll do our best to make it work."

Just as they seemed to be settling into a semblance of understanding and resolution, Hermione hesitated for a moment. She knew that what she was about to reveal might complicate matters further.

"Draco," she began, her voice gentle but apprehensive, "there's something else I need to tell you. About the baby."

Draco furrowed his brow, looking at her with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What is it? You can tell me anything."

Taking a deep breath, Hermione continued, "Astoria… She's my midwife."

Draco's eyes widened in shock at her revelation. It felt like a sudden twist in an already convoluted story. He hadn't anticipated this additional layer of complexity. His mind raced as he processed the implications of Astoria, his ex-wife, being intimately involved in this new chapter of his life.

"You're joking, right?" Draco asked, disbelief coloring his tone. This unexpected turn of events had caught him completely off guard. His marriage with Astoria had ended amicably, they had spent eighteen years together and while he still held affection for her but the two had never truly loved each other. They loved their son dearly and still communicated over matters concerning him, but they were both incredibly relieved when the divorce finalized.

Hermione shook her head, her expression serious. "I wish I were joking, Draco, but it's the truth. Astoria is my midwife. When I found out about the pregnancy, it was purely by chance. When I found out I was pregnant, I wanted to find a midwife who was skilled and experienced. Ginny suggested that clinic but I didn't initially realize the connection as there are many mediwitches and midwives there, but as irony would have it my case was placed with her."

Draco felt a whirlwind of emotions at the revelation. The irony of Astoria, his ex-wife, being so closely connected to this new chapter in his life was almost surreal. 

"That's... unexpected," Draco admitted, his mind racing as he tried to process this information. He leaned back in his seat, running a hand through his hair. "What does Astoria think about all of this? Does she know the baby is mine?" 

Hermione, her eyes reflecting a hint of regret and a subtle wince crossed her features as she realized the misunderstanding. "I haven't told her yet," she admitted, her voice carrying a weight of uncertainty.

Draco ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts racing. He had known Astoria long enough to trust her professionalism, but this was an unprecedented situation. His relationship with Hermione was complicated, to say the least, and now it was intricately linked with Astoria in an unexpected way.

His gray eyes met Hermione's, a mix of emotions swirling within them. "I see," he replied, his voice reflective. "So, what's your plan for telling her?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her teacup. "I have an appointment with my healer in about a week," she began, her voice steady. "I've been planning to inform Astoria during that visit. I thought it would be the right time to discuss it with her."

Draco nodded, recognizing the thoughtfulness in Hermione's approach. The situation was undoubtedly delicate, and her decision to wait until her appointment with Astoria's professional opinion made sense.

"That sounds reasonable," Draco acknowledged, a sense of understanding softening his features. "We'll need to navigate this together, Hermione. It won't be easy, but we'll figure it out.” Draco met her gaze, a myriad of emotions swirling in his eyes. He knew that she was right. They couldn't change the circumstances, but they could control how they handled them.

Hermione offered him a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Draco. I believe we can handle this together."

***

Astoria stood in her office, reviewing the charts of her patients, a sanctuary where she was in control, where her expertise as a midwife shone brightest. Her career had always been her refuge, a place where she excelled and found fulfillment, especially after her marriage to Draco had come to an end.

As she leafed through the charts, her thoughts involuntarily drifted to Hermione Granger, a patient she had come to know intimately, today marked Hermione's 18-week appointment, a significant milestone in her pregnancy. 

Astoria had prepared meticulously for this appointment, as she always did for her patients. She knew that at this stage of the pregnancy, the baby's development was rapid, and the checkup was crucial. 

With a deep breath, Astoria straightened her white coat and adjusted her neatly pinned hair. She was a consummate professional, and her office reflected that. Soft, pastel-colored walls and shelves filled with books on pregnancy and childbirth created an atmosphere of warmth and reassurance.

This time though, as Astoria walked into Hermione’s room and looked up from her chart, she froze. There, sitting before her, was Hermione Granger, her pregnant belly subtly showing beneath her clothing. Beside her sat Draco Malfoy, the father of her own child.

The room seemed to shrink as Astoria's heart pounded loudly in her chest. She hadn't expected Draco to accompany Hermione to this appointment. Their divorce had been amicable, and they had shared custody of Scorpius without complications, but this was a situation she hadn't anticipated.

As they entered, Hermione greeted her with a friendly smile, which only added to Astoria's inner turmoil. Draco nodded politely, his gray eyes meeting hers for a brief moment. Astoria struggled to maintain her composure, her professional facade faltering slightly.

"Good afternoon," she managed to say, her voice tinged with an underlying tension she couldn't conceal. Astoria took a moment to regain her composure, then continued, "How are you feeling today, Hermione?"

Hermione offered a warm but slightly strained reply, "I'm doing well, thank you, Astoria."

Draco, sitting beside Hermione, glanced at her briefly before responding, "Yes, she's been managing quite alright."

Astoria noticed that something seemed off in their demeanor, and it set her on edge. Her instincts as a midwife and a woman who had spent years married to Draco sensed that there was something beneath the surface.

As the examination began, Astoria's hands moved with precision and expertise, but her thoughts were still tangled in the unexpected presence of Draco. She couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was happening, something that went beyond her role as a midwife.

Once the examination was over, Astoria stepped back, preparing to discuss the usual details with Hermione. But before she could begin, Hermione exchanged a glance with Draco, and there was a moment of hesitation.

Astoria furrowed her brow, sensing that they had something to say, something they had perhaps been holding back. She glanced at Draco, her expression questioning.

Draco took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he looked at Astoria. "Astoria, there's something we need to tell you."

Astoria's heart rate quickened. Her mind raced with all the possibilities of what this revelation could be. She had never seen Draco look so solemn, and it unnerved her.

Hermione spoke up, her voice steady but tinged with nervousness, "Draco is the father of my child."

Astoria felt the ground shift beneath her, and her professional demeanor wavered for a moment. She had expected surprises in her career, but this was beyond anything she could have imagined. She stared at them in stunned silence, trying to process the weight of their revelation.

Draco continued, "This wasn't planned, it was unexpected for both of us."

Astoria tried to maintain her composure, to hide just how shaken she was by this revelation. She had spent years with Draco, had a child with him, and even though their marriage had ended, they had managed to find a peaceful coexistence for the sake of Scorpius. But this... this was something she hadn't anticipated.

She managed to find her voice, her tone steady despite the turmoil within her. "I see. Well, thank you for letting me know. It's important for me to have all the information regarding Hermione's care."

She swiftly leaves the room, Astoria can’t help but reflect on her past with Draco. They had married young, guided by familial expectations, and had never truly been in love. Their marriage had been a partnership, focused on the Malfoy legacy and the responsibility of raising Scorpius as the Malfoy heir.

Astoria knew that Draco had wanted more children during their marriage, but she had been resolute in her decision not to have any more. Scorpius had been enough for her. Her career as a skilled witch and healer had taken precedence over expanding their family.

In the aftermath of their divorce, Astoria had forged her own path, devoting herself to her career as a midwife. She had found satisfaction in helping other witches bring their children into the world, a role she had embraced with dedication.

Now, this unexpected twist had thrown her carefully constructed world into disarray. The knowledge that Draco would have another child, this time with Hermione Granger, left her with an odd blend of emotions—surprise, detachment, and an undercurrent of insecurity.

As she contemplated her role as Hermione's midwife, Astoria realized that her duty to provide the best care for her patient would always take precedence. But the personal implications of this new connection lingered in the back of her mind, creating a complex situation she was unsure how to navigate.

Astoria knew that the path ahead would be filled with challenges, both professionally and personally. The boundaries between her roles as midwife and Draco's ex-wife were blurred, and she had yet to uncover the true depth of her feelings regarding this unexpected twist of fate.

***

As they leave the appointment, it’s like they can both breathe a little bit easier. Astoria had taken the news fairly well and hadn’t immediately dismissed Hermione out of her care, so that was a good sign. However, they had so many things to still discuss about the baby. Hermione had staunchly been against finding out the gender, Draco didn’t particularly care either way. 

Another thing they had agreed upon was keeping the pregnancy private for now, both out of mutual want of privacy and knowing that they still needed to inform their families and more importantly, Scorpius. 

Draco offered dinner and Hermione agreed happily, her newest craving was italian and Draco had the perfect place to go. So they walked through muggle London, the spring evening crisp, and the city was alive with the energy of people going about their business. 

As they settled into their cozy corner table, Draco cleared his throat, his gray eyes locking onto Hermione's. "I've been thinking a lot about our co-parenting plan," he began, his voice gentle but serious. "I want us to be on the same page, Hermione, for the sake of the baby."

Hermione nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I agree. It's important that we establish boundaries and guidelines.”

Draco reached for a menu, although he had already decided what he wanted. He glanced at it briefly before setting it aside. "Firstly, we need to discuss living arrangements," he said. "I know that primarily in the first few years it’s best that children are with their mother full time, though I would very much like to split custody. What are your thoughts on that?"

Hermione considered Draco's question carefully, her brows furrowing in thought. "You're right that in the early years, it's often recommended for children to be with their mothers, especially if breastfeeding is involved," she began. "But I do believe in shared custody as well. It's essential for our child to have a strong bond with both of us."

Draco nodded, appreciating her perspective. "I completely agree. I want to be an active and involved parent, and I think our child should have the opportunity to spend quality time with both of us."

Their waiter approached to take their orders, and once they had made their selections, they returned to their conversation.

Hermione continued, "Perhaps we can start with a schedule that allows for frequent visits and overnights with you as our child gets older. We can always adjust as needed, depending on what's best for them. I would never want you to feel unwelcome in their life." Her voice lowers, “my parents passed during the war… And I would never want our child or you to not have each other.”

"I'm so sorry to hear about your parents," Draco replied softly, his gaze filled with sympathy. "And I appreciate your openness about our child's relationship with me. I want you to know that I'm committed to being the best father I can be and that our child will always be a priority for me."

Their food arrived, but the conversation remained at the forefront of their minds. Draco reached out to take Hermione's hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "We'll make sure our child grows up in a loving and supportive environment, no matter the circumstances. And I want you to know that I'm here for you as well. We're in this together."

Their conversation continued as they delved into various aspects of their co-parenting plan – from scheduling doctor's appointments to deciding on names and nursery themes. It was a productive and surprisingly pleasant discussion, given the circumstances.

When a lull in the conversation finally came, Hermione decided to bring up a topic that had been on her mind. She took a sip of her wine, her gaze meeting Draco's. "Draco, do you still live in the Malfoy Manor?" she asked, her tone curious.

Draco nodded, his expression somewhat reserved. "Yes, I do," he admitted. "I have my own wing, and my parents have theirs. The Malfoy inheritance requires that all heirs live there for at least 30 percent of the year."

Hermione shuddered at the thought of returning to that place, even though it had been over twenty years since the horrors of Bellatrix Lestrange torturing her in the Manor. She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I have to admit, I have some fears about the Manor. I could be wrong… But is this baby being half blood going to cause your parents to treat them differently?"

Draco could sense Hermione's unease as she broached the topic of the Malfoy Manor. He understood the complex history and emotions tied to that place, especially for someone who had suffered there. He leaned in slightly, his gray eyes locked onto hers, understanding and reassurance in his gaze.

"I won't deny that the Manor holds some difficult memories," he began, his voice gentle. "But things have changed a lot since those days. I assure you that my parents have changed. They've distanced themselves from the old beliefs and practices of the pure-blood ideology. They'll welcome our child with open arms, I'm sure of it."

Hermione nodded, taking in his words, but her worries still lingered. "And what about your relatives or other pure-blood traditions? Will our child be exposed to any of that?"

Draco's expression remained thoughtful as he considered her question. "I won't lie, there may be some traditions or expectations that still linger, but I promise you, Hermione, I'll do everything in my power to shield our child from anything harmful or prejudiced. They will be loved and accepted for who they are."

Hermione appreciated Draco's assurances and the way he addressed her concerns. She knew that navigating their different backgrounds and the complexities of their world would be challenging, but she was willing to face it together.

"Thank you," she said sincerely. "I know we can do this together, and I trust you to prioritize our child's well-being above all else."

As they continued with their meal Draco felt the weight of an unspoken truth hanging over them. "There's something else we should discuss," he began, his tone serious. "My parents will insist on us getting married. In the wizarding world, babies born out of wedlock just don't happen that often, and it's expected that we formalize our relationship. I want to know your thoughts on this."

Hermione regarded Draco thoughtfully, understanding the cultural expectations he was referring to. The wizarding world had its own set of traditions and customs, though in the last thirty years that she had been in this magical world it had changed greatly… She still knew that an unwed pregnancy might raise eyebrows among certain circles. She appreciated Draco's honesty in broaching this subject with her.

She took a moment to collect her thoughts before responding. "I understand the importance of tradition in our world," she began, her voice steady. "And I'm not opposed to the idea of marriage, especially if it provides our child with a stable and loving family environment. However, I want our decision to be based on our feelings for each other and what's best for our family, not just tradition."

Draco nodded, his eyes locked onto hers as he spoke earnestly, both of them realizing the door this was opening, though neither willing to acknowledge it,  "I agree with you. I want any decision we make to be about us and our future together, not just an obligation. I care about you, and I want to do what's right for us and our child."

Hermione smiled softly, touched by his words. "Then let's take our time to consider it. We have a lot to plan and prepare for, and we shouldn't rush into anything. Whatever we decide, it should feel right for both of us."

Draco reached out to gently tuck a strand of Hermione's hair behind her ear. "Agreed," he said, his gaze lingering on her face. "We'll figure it out together."

As they prepare to leave the restaurant, Draco helps Hermione into her coat, it was then that Hermione gasped, her hand instinctively resting on her belly.

Draco's concern was immediate. "Hermione, are you alright? Did something happen?"

Hermione's eyes sparkled with excitement and wonder as she turned to him. "No, it's nothing bad. It's the baby," she said, her voice filled with awe. "I just felt our baby move for the first time."

Draco's eyes widened in amazement, and she swiftly grabs his hand and places it under hers where she feels the baby move. The sensation of their baby's tiny flutter under his touch filled him with a profound sense of joy and connection.

"That's incredible," he whispered, his voice laced with wonder. "Our little one is already amazing.”

Draco's hand rested gently against Hermione's abdomen, feeling the subtle movements beneath his touch. The sensation was magical, Astoria had never wanted him to touch her without her express permission. He feels a moment of unease as he realizes that he isn’t sure that he ever even felt Scorpius kick in the womb and wonders what else he may have missed out on. 

He had missed out on so much with Scorpius, even those first few months of life as the nannies were adamant that they take care of the babe, Scorpius was six months old before they allowed him to even be one on one with his own child. This was an opportunity for him to experience the journey of parenthood differently, right from the beginning.

Many emotions swirled within him — joy, excitement, but also a tinge of regret for what he hadn't been able to share with Scorpius. However, he was resolute to make the most of this new chance with Hermione and their baby.

Hermione's smile was radiant, and her eyes shimmered with joy as she watched Draco's reaction. "It truly is," she whispered.

Draco couldn't agree more. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Hermione's forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as he savored the intimacy of the moment. "Thank you for sharing this with me," he murmured.

Hermione's hand found his, their fingers intertwining as they stood there, connected not just by touch but by the profound bond of parenthood that was forming between them. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, they were filled with hope and anticipation for the journey ahead.

***

Telling Draco's family, the Weasleys, and, most importantly, Scorpius about the situation was a daunting prospect. It meant revealing a complex and unexpected twist in their lives, one that would undoubtedly be met with mixed reactions. 

The decision was made for Draco and Hermione to inform their respective families separately before addressing Scorpius. They felt it would be easier for each family to process the news individually. 

Draco approached the task of telling his parents, Lucius and Narcissa, with a sense of trepidation. He knew they had certain expectations for him and had already been surprised when he divorced Astoria. Now, this would be another unexpected turn. 

One evening, Draco visited his parents at the Malfoy Manor. As they gathered in the elegant sitting room, he took a deep breath and began to explain the situation. 

Draco had always known that his parents held traditional views and had certain expectations for their family. The news of Hermione's pregnancy wasn't met with the warmest reception, to say the least.

As he finished explaining the situation to them in the opulent sitting room of Malfoy Manor, Draco felt a twinge of anxiety. Narcissa, with her delicate features and grace, maintained her composure. A faint smile touched her lips, and her eyes sparkled with an emotion that seemed to be genuine happiness. 

Lucius, however, displayed his disapproval more openly, his stern features etched with disappointment. But Draco held his ground.

Draco's revelation hung heavily in the air of the opulent sitting room. Narcissa, her blue eyes bright with excitement, couldn't hide her enthusiasm. "Oh, Draco, that's such wonderful news! Another grandchild for the Malfoy family. When will the two of you marry?"

Draco blinked in surprise, then chuckled softly. He had anticipated his parents' old-fashioned values, but their immediate jump to marriage had caught him off guard. "Mum," Draco began hesitantly, "I know this might come as a shock, but Hermione and I are not planning to get married."

Lucius, on the other hand, regarded Draco with a furrowed brow and a disapproving gaze. "Divorce, Draco, and now not planning to get married and make an honest witch of her? You're bringing a child into this world out of wedlock?"

Draco sighed inwardly, bracing himself for his father's disapproval. He had known that Lucius would react this way, yet he had hoped for a bit more understanding. "Father, times have changed. Marrying someone just because of a pregnancy isn't the solution. Hermione and I are working together to ensure our child has a stable and loving upbringing."

Narcissa tried to mediate, her voice gentle. "Darling, we understand that things are different now, but your father is concerned about the family's reputation."

Draco nodded, acknowledging his parents' perspective. "I appreciate your concern, but Hermione and I need to do what's right for us and the baby. We'll continue to discuss how we'll co-parent and provide the best environment for our child. I know you and Mother have traditional values, but times have changed. Marrying just for the sake of it isn't the solution."

Narcissa's smile faded slightly as she exchanged a meaningful glance with her husband. "But, Draco, it's important for the child to have a stable family and a name to carry."

Draco nodded, understanding their concerns, but he was resolute in his decision. "I promise you, the child will have all the love and support they need from both Hermione and me. Marriage doesn't guarantee stability."

Lucius seemed to grumble but didn't press the matter further. The last twenty years had softened the man more than he’d like to admit sometimes but he always held a soft spot for his son. Even if he was bringing shame to the Malfoy name.

Narcissa, on the other hand, decided to change the topic slightly. "When is the child due, dear? Have you thought about names?"

Draco sighed with a hint of relief, glad to steer the conversation away from marriage. "The due date is in a few months, and as for names, we haven't decided yet."

His mother's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh, Draco, a grandchild! And Scorpius will be so excited, he always wanted siblings.” Unlike with Astoria, Lucius and Narcissa had wanted a house full of children and the gods just hadn’t seen fit to bless them with more than Draco. Narcissa had many losses, a stillbirth, and nearly died simply trying to bring Draco into the world, after that… There were no other attempts.

Draco smirked at his mother's enthusiasm. However, as he left Malfoy Manor that evening, he knew he had to have a more in-depth conversation with Hermione about their co-parenting plan. With Hermione reaching 25 weeks, they needed to ensure they were on the same page about the child's upbringing, regardless of their marital status.

***

As the weeks went by, Hermione's pregnancy continued to progress, and it was becoming increasingly challenging to hide her growing belly. Her pregnancy, now approaching the sixth month, coincided with the arrival of summer, and the warmer weather meant lighter clothing.

Hermione had always been conscious of her appearance and enjoyed wearing fitted clothes that showcased her figure. However, as her baby bump became more prominent, her wardrobe had to undergo a significant transformation. Loose-fitting dresses, flowy tops, and comfortable leggings replaced her usual attire.

During Sunday dinners at the Burrow, it became evident to the Weasley family that Hermione was expecting, despite her efforts to conceal it. Molly Weasley, always observant, had noticed the gradual change in Hermione's wardrobe, and she smiled knowingly. Hernione had always been a force of nature, and the matriarch knew that the girl would tell everyone when she was good and ready.

Dinner at the Burrow was always a lively affair, and this evening was no different. The long table in the cozy kitchen was filled with delicious food, laughter, and the warmth of family. As Hermione looked around at the gathered Weasleys, she felt a sense of nostalgia and belonging.

After the meal, as they all sat around the table with satisfied smiles, Hermione cleared her throat, her heart pounding with anxiety. The time had come to share her news with the Weasley clan.

"Everyone," she began, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness, "there's something I need to talk to you about."

The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Hermione. Ron, sitting beside her, squeezed her hand in support. Harry and Ginny exchanged knowing glances, as they had been the first to learn about her pregnancy.

"I... I'm pregnant," Hermione announced, her gaze flickering to the reactions of her friends. Surprise and concern rippled through the room, evident in the wide eyes and hushed whispers.

Molly Weasley, was the first to find her voice, grateful that Hermione trusted them all enough to finally share her news with them.  "Oh, Hermione, this is wonderful news, is everything going well?"

Arthur Weasley chimed in, his voice filled with genuine worry, "Yes, dear. How are you and the baby doing?"

Hermione managed a smile, feeling the warmth and care of the Weasley family enveloping her. "I'm doing well, and the baby is healthy. But there's more to the story. My baby’s father is Draco Malfoy."

A collective gasp swept through the room, followed by a silence that hung heavily in the air. The Weasley family had their own history with the Malfoys, and this revelation was a lot to take in.

Harry and Ginny, who had known about the situation from the beginning, offered their support. Harry spoke up, "I've known about this for a while, and I can assure you that Hermione and Draco are committed to raising this child together."

Ginny nodded in agreement, "Yes, they've thought this through and are doing what they believe is best for the baby."

Molly Weasley, though visibly surprised, recovered quickly and offered a kind smile. "Well, dear, what matters most is that you and the baby are healthy and happy. We'll support you in whatever way you need."

Ron, sitting across from Hermione, felt his temper flare at the mention of Draco Malfoy's name. His eyes widened with shock and anger, and he opened his mouth to speak out of turn.

Lavender, Ron's wife, sitting next to him, quickly placed a calming hand on his arm and leaned in to whisper urgently, "Ron, calm down. This isn't the time or place."

Ron's jaw clenched, and he glanced at Lavender, who mouthed an apology to Hermione. It was a tense moment, and Hermione hoped that Ron would find a way to process this unexpected news without losing his temper.

The room remained tense as Ron grudgingly controlled his anger, though his displeasure was still evident in his stern expression. Hermione could feel the weight of his disapproval, and it stung more than she had anticipated.

Lavender, ever the peacemaker, gave Hermione an apologetic look and gently squeezed Ron's arm, silently urging him to maintain composure. Hermione appreciated the gesture, recognizing that Lavender was trying to defuse the situation.

Molly Weasley, the matriarch of the family, cleared her throat, attempting to steer the conversation in a more constructive direction. "Now, Ronald, we must support Hermione in this time. She's made a difficult decision, and we should respect it."

Arthur Weasley nodded in agreement, his usually jovial demeanor tempered by the seriousness of the moment, "Yes, Hermione, you have our support. Family is what matters most and this child will be part of ours."

Hermione appreciated the support of the Weasley parents, and she nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I have thought about it carefully, and Draco and I are committed to raising our child together."

Bill Weasley, who had been observing the scene with a thoughtful expression, finally spoke up. "Hermione, we may need some time to adjust to this news, but we're family, and we'll always be here for you."

Charlie, Percy, and George Weasley nodded in agreement, and Ginny offered Hermione a reassuring smile. Even Ron's expression softened slightly as he listened to his family's words of support.

Hermione knew that this revelation had shaken them all, but she hoped that with time, they would come to accept her decision and see the sincerity of her relationship with Draco.

As the evening continued, the Weasley family tried to return to their usual jovial atmosphere, with jokes and laughter filling the room once more. Hermione appreciated their effort, and while there was still an underlying tension, she believed that they would eventually come to terms with the unexpected turn her life had taken.

Throughout the rest of the evening, Hermione and Ron exchanged only polite and measured words. Lavender, on the other hand, made an extra effort to engage Hermione in conversation, silently apologizing for her husband's outburst.

In the midst of the family gathering, Hermione felt a combination of relief and apprehension. She had shared her truth with the Weasleys, and while it had been met with a range of reactions, she knew that she had taken the first step in being honest about her life and the choices she had made.

***

Scorpius had just finished his sixth year at Hogwarts. He'd grown into a young man, bearing a striking resemblance to his father, with his platinum-blond hair and sharp gray eyes. He wasn’t quite as tall as his father, but at just the right angle it astonished friends and family alike how much he looked like his father. As he disembarked from the Hogwarts Express and made his way home, he felt a sense of anticipation. He missed his parents and the familiar halls of Malfoy Manor.

Draco had been eagerly awaiting Scorpius' return at the station, the sixth year tradition of him picking up his son from his journey. As the Hogwarts Express pulled in, Draco's sharp gray eyes scanned the platform until they landed on his son. 

When Scorpius spotted his father he was greeted warmly, but the first thing that struck him was the unmistakable familiarity in his father's appearance. Draco, standing amidst the bustling crowd, had an aura of quiet authority and elegance that had become synonymous with the Malfoy name. 

As Scorpius approached, Draco's gray eyes, a mirror image of his own, sparkled with warmth and pride. He opened his arms, and father and son embraced, "Scorpius, you've grown so much," Draco said, his voice filled with genuine admiration

Scorpius smiled, feeling a surge of comfort and belonging in his father's embrace. "It's good to be back, Dad. How have you been?"

Draco led Scorpius away from the crowd, and they began the familiar walk to the stations apparition point. "I've been well, Scorpius. It’s good to have you home."

As they apparated to Malfoy Manor, the grandeur of the imposing mansion never failed to impress Scorpius. The majestic structure stood as a testament to generations of Malfoys, and yet, it had always felt like home to him.

Once inside the comfortable chairs of the great room, Scorpius settled in, his gray eyes filled with curiosity as Draco spoke of Lucius and Narcissa joining them for dinner later. Scorpius sensed that his father wanted a private moment to discuss something important, and the anticipation tugged at his curiosity.

Draco cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on his son. "Scorpius, I wanted some time alone with you before dinner because there's something I need to share with you."

Scorpius raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?" The last time his father had pulled him aside like this was when he and Astoria had told him about their divorce last September.

Draco took a deep breath, his gray eyes meeting Scorpius, . "I've... well, there's going to be a significant change in our family."

Scorpius furrowed his brow, concern evident on his face. "What kind of change? Is everything alright?"

Draco nodded, reassurance in his voice. "Yes, it's alright. In fact, it's wonderful news. Hermione Granger is pregnant, and I'm going to be a father again."

Scorpius blinked in surprise, his mind racing to process the unexpected news. He knew Hermione Granger, of course. She had been around as he grew up. "Hermione Granger? As in, the Muggle-born Gryffindor that you went to school with?"

Draco nodded, a hint of anxiety in his gaze. "Yes, Scorpius, that Hermione Granger."

Scorpius took a moment to process the information. He had heard stories about Hermione Granger from his parents, particularly about her intelligence and bravery during her time at Hogwarts. The revelation that his father was having a child with her was nothing short of astonishing. Then after a moment of silence, Scorpius managed a smile. "Well, congratulations, dad. That's quite the news. How long have you two been seeing each other?”

Draco appreciated Scorpius's calm and understanding response. He had worried about how his son would react to the news, but Scorpius's supportive demeanor was reassuring.

Draco cleared his throat, considering how to explain their complex situation. "Actually, Hermione and I are not dating. This pregnancy was unexpected, but we've decided to raise the baby together."

Scorpius's eyebrows shot up in surprise, curiosity coloring his expression. "So, you and Hermione aren't together romantically, but you're going to be parents to this baby?"

Draco nodded, relieved that Scorpius seemed to grasp the situation. "Yes, exactly. It's unconventional, I know, but we both believe it's the best decision for the child."

Scorpius studied his father for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. "Well, it's definitely a unique situation, but if you and Hermione are on the same page and believe it's the right choice, then I trust your judgment."

Draco felt a swell of relief as the news was finally shared with the most important person in his life. Scorpius's maturity and understanding were beyond his years, and it made Draco's heart swell with affection. "Thank you, Scorpius. Your support means a lot to me. We're going to do our best to give this child a loving family."

Scorpius smiled warmly, his gray eyes reflecting his genuine affection for his father. "I have no doubt about that. I'm here for you, and I'm looking forward to having a little brother or sister."

Draco returned his son's smile, relieved that Scorpius had taken the news so well. This new chapter in their lives would undoubtedly bring challenges, but with Scorpius's support, Draco felt more confident about the future. "I'm glad to hear that. Hermione and I wanted to discuss everything with you in person first before introducing you to her. We plan to have a meeting soon, and you'll get a chance to get to know her better."

Scorpius nodded in agreement, his excitement growing. "That sounds like a good plan. I'd love to meet her."

With a warm smile, Draco said, “Thank you for being understanding and supportive. It means the world to me."

Scorpius grinned back at his father. "Of course, Dad. We're family, and we stick together no matter what."

Draco reached out and ruffled Scorpius's hair affectionately, just as he used to when Scorpius was a child. "That's the spirit. Now, let's have a proper dinner and catch up. I've missed you."

***

A few days after Scorpius had returned home from Hogwarts, he decided to visit his mother, Astoria. It had been a while since they'd had a chance to catch up properly, and he missed her warm presence.

Astoria had been on call at her clinic, which had kept her busy and unable to make it to the train station for Scorpius's arrival. She had felt guilty about missing the opportunity to greet him, but her medical duties sometimes required her full attention.

As Scorpius approached her clinic, he felt a sense of nostalgia. He had spent many hours here as a child, waiting for his mother to finish her shifts. The clinic was a clean, modern space with an inviting waiting area, but Scorpius knew that behind those walls, his mother worked tirelessly to bring new lives into the world.

He entered the clinic and was greeted by the receptionist, who recognized him immediately. "Mr. Malfoy, your mother is in her office. She's been expecting you." Scorpius offered a polite thank you and made his way to his mother's office, knocking softly before entering.

Astoria was sitting at her desk, going over some charts and notes. Her dark hair was pulled back in a professional bun, and her eyes, which mirrored Scorpius's, lit up with joy as she saw her son. "Scorpius!"

She rose from her desk and rushed over to him, enveloping him in a tight hug. Scorpius returned the embrace, feeling the love and comfort that only a mother's hug could provide. "Mother, it's good to see you."

Astoria held him at arm's length, her hands on his shoulders as she examined him with a proud smile. "You've grown so much, my dear.”

Scorpius grinned, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. "I've missed you, mum. Hogwarts was great, but there's no place like home."

Astoria's eyes sparkled with affection as she led him to a comfortable sofa in her office. "Tell me everything about your year, Scorpius. I want to hear all about it."

As they settled into her office, Scorpius felt a sense of curiosity about the recent developments in his family. He decided to broach the subject carefully. "Mum… Have you heard about the news?"

Astoria's expression shifted from the warmth of their reunion to a more solemn demeanor, "Yes, darling, I have.” She pauses and sighs, “I'm actually Hermione's midwife, so I've been closely involved in her pregnancy."

Scorpius's brow furrowed as he absorbed this revelation. It was a twist he hadn't expected, and he wondered how his mother felt about the situation, "So, you're the one taking care of her? How does that work, especially since you and Father are divorced?"

Astoria let out a soft sigh, the weight of the situation pressing upon her. She leaned back in her chair, her gaze focused on her son. "It's... complicated. But your father and I have decided to handle this like adults. Our main focus is on providing a loving and supportive environment for you. You don't need to worry about our feelings or any conflicts. We'll manage them without involving you."

Scorpius nodded, his trust in his parents unwavering. “For what it’s worth… I am excited about having a sibling, and I know that, no matter what, you and Father will be there for me."

Astoria's smile returned, this time filled with pride and affection for her son. Scorpius had grown into a compassionate and understanding young man, far beyond his years. She reached out to squeeze his hand gently, her love for him swelling in her chest. "Thank you, darling. We will all figure this out together."

As mother and son continued their conversation, their bond grew stronger, and Scorpius felt a renewed sense of love and support from both his parents. The future was uncertain, but with the foundation of their unwavering love, they would face whatever challenges came their way, together.

***

The soft scent of herbs and spices filled Hermione's cozy flat as she moved around the kitchen. She was in the midst of preparing dinner, a skill she had honed over the years, though her culinary creations often resulted in the unexpected. Tonight's dish was a hearty vegetable stir-fry, her chosen recipe for the evening.

Her hair was gathered in a messy bun, with a few loose curls framing her face, giving her a relaxed and carefree appearance. Hermione was dressed comfortably, wearing a pair of soft cotton black biker shorts that accommodated her growing belly perfectly. Over the shorts, she had on a long, oversized top with billowing bell sleeves. It was one of those evenings where comfort took precedence over fashion, and she felt at ease in her own skin.

As she moved between the countertop and stove, Hermione hummed a soft tune, the melody carried by the gentle breeze that wafted in through the open window. The golden light of the setting sun bathed her kitchen, casting a warm and inviting glow over everything it touched.

It was at this moment that Draco arrived, the familiar sensation of Floo travel no longer accompanied by the need to knock on her door. He stepped into her living space and was immediately captivated by the sight before him. Hermione, barefoot and bathed in the soft, golden light of dusk, was a vision of warmth and tranquility.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, his gaze tracing the gentle curves of her pregnant form, the way the sunlight played with the strands of her hair, the effortless grace with which she moved around the kitchen. For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, and all that existed was the woman he had come to care for deeply.

"Everything smells incredible," Draco finally said, his voice breaking the spell of the moment. His tone held genuine admiration and appreciation for the woman who had welcomed him into her life and home, despite their unusual circumstances. 

Hermione turned to him, her face breaking into a warm smile. "Thank you, Draco. Dinner will be ready soon." She gestured for him to take a seat at the small dining table nearby.

As he settled into the chair, Draco felt a deep sense of contentment, it felt like exactly where he was meant to be.

Hermione put the finishing touches on the stir-fry, expertly tossing the vegetables in the fragrant sauce one last time before turning off the stove. The aroma of the freshly cooked meal filled the kitchen, making Draco's stomach rumble in anticipation. With a final flourish, Hermione put the finishing touches on their meal, the aroma now tantalizingly rich and inviting. She turned to Draco with a satisfied smile, "Dinner is ready. I thought it would be nice to eat on the balcony tonight."

Draco rose from his seat and followed Hermione as she headed toward the open doors leading to the balcony.  The small outdoor space was adorned with potted plants, their green leaves swaying in the breeze. A wrought-iron table and chairs were set up, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

Draco pulled out a chair for Hermione and then took his own seat. She looked out at the horizon, where the sun was beginning its descent, casting warm light over everything. The sounds of the city below were a distant hum, and for a moment, it felt like they were in their own little world.

Draco savored each bite, and after a moment, he expressed his appreciation. "This food is absolutely wonderful, Hermione. Thank you for cooking."

Hermione beamed at his compliment, her cheeks tinted with a subtle blush. "You're very welcome. I'm glad you like it."

As they continued to eat, Draco decided to share something that had been on his mind. He took a moment to swallow a bite of food before speaking. "Scorpius is excited to meet you," he said with a smile. "He's looking forward to being an older brother."

However, as he trailed off, his gaze drifted beyond the balcony and over the cityscape. His expression became thoughtful, and he sighed softly. "You know, I hadn't realized how much he wanted siblings."

Hermione, curious about this revelation, set her fork down and turned her attention fully to Draco. "Really? Why is that?"

Hermione listened attentively to Draco's words, realizing that there was more to his past than she had known. She could sense the weight of his unspoken thoughts and waited patiently for him to continue.

Draco's gaze remained fixed on the twinkling lights of the city below. "The truth is," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of regret, "I had desperately wanted more children. After Scorpius was born, I imagined having a larger family, and I believed it was what I wanted."

Hermione's expression softened as she took in his words, understanding that this was a vulnerable topic for him.

"But when Scorpius was around five years old," Draco continued, his voice carrying a note of sadness, "Astoria and I had a blowout argument about it. It was one of those fights where neither of us held back, and the things we said... I'm not proud of them."

He paused, his eyes downcast for a moment, reliving the painful memories of that argument. Then, he looked back at Hermione. "She wanted to pursue her career, and she made it clear that she wouldn't be putting it off for anyone, including another child or me. It was a choice she was entitled to make, but it left me with a sense of longing that I couldn't shake. Eventually I just convinced myself that Scorpius was enough," he corrects himself quickly, “and he is! But with this baby coming…”

Hermione listened to Draco's story with empathy, realizing the depth of his desire for more children and the pain he had experienced due to the argument with Astoria. She could sense the lingering regret in his voice as he opened up to her.

Draco's voice wavered as he continued, "With this baby coming, it's like a second chance for me, Hermione. A chance to experience something I thought was lost. This child means the world to me, just as you do."

Hermione felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words, emotions welling up inside her. "Draco, I know how much this baby means to you, and I'm grateful that you want me to be a part of their life."

As they shared this moment, their eyes met, and for a brief instant, it felt like time had slowed down. But then, Draco's curiosity led him to ask a question that had been on his mind.

He leaned in slightly, his gray eyes searching Hermione's. "You know, I've always wondered why you didn't have children during your marriage with Ron. I mean, you were together for a few years."

Hermione's expression grew contemplative as she considered her past. She knew that Draco was aware of her previous marriage, and she felt comfortable sharing this part of her life with him. "It's... complicated," she began, choosing her words carefully. "Ron and I got married when we were so young, just twenty years old. We were still finding our paths in life, and having children at that time wasn't something either of us felt ready for. Or at least I didn’t feel ready.."

She paused, her gaze distant as she reflected on that period in her life. "And before I knew it, we were divorced by the age of twenty-two," she added, her tone tinged with a mix of nostalgia and acceptance.

Draco listened intently to Hermione's explanation, his eyes locked onto hers. He could see the sincerity in her gaze as she shared the complexities of her past marriage. He nodded in understanding as Hermione shared her side of the story. He could sense the complex emotions behind her words, and he appreciated her willingness to open up to him about her past. "I see," he replied gently, offering her a supportive smile. "I suppose life has a way of taking unexpected turns."

Hermione nodded, her eyes returning to meet his. "Yes, it does," she agreed with a soft smile. She took a sip of her drink, the cool liquid refreshing in the evening air, before continuing. "To be honest, I was perfectly content not having children until I found out about this baby." She placed a hand gently on her growing belly, a fond smile playing on her lips. "I was beyond shocked, especially considering the circumstances surrounding their conception." A faint blush colored her cheeks at the memory of that wild New Year's Eve.

"But," she continued, her gaze meeting Draco's with sincerity, "as soon as I found out I was pregnant, something shifted within me. It's hard to explain, but this feels right. Despite how unexpected it all is, I can't help but feel a sense of... fate, in a way."

Draco's gray eyes held a blend of curiosity and empathy as he listened to her words. "Fate?" he echoed, intrigued by her perspective.

Hermione nodded, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. "Yes. Like this little life chose me, and I'm meant to be a mother to them. It's a strange feeling, but it's also incredibly beautiful."

Draco smiled warmly, touched by her openness and the depth of her emotions. "It sounds like you've found a sense of purpose in all of this, Hermione. And I'm glad to be a part of this with you, no matter how unexpected it may be."

***

As they finished their meal and Draco insisted on taking care of the cleanup, Hermione initially protested, but he was quite insistent. With a playful swat on his arm, she finally relented, realizing that Draco seemed to genuinely enjoy the domestic task.

"Alright, but don't blame me if you end up scrubbing dishes all night," she teased before making her way to the couch in the living room. She settled onto the comfortable cushions, propping her feet up and letting out a contented sigh.

Draco worked efficiently in the kitchen, his movements graceful as he washed dishes and tidied up. The sound of running water and clinking dishes provided a soothing backdrop to the evening.

After a while, he joined Hermione in the living room, and she noticed that he seemed genuinely relaxed and at ease. She smiled at him warmly. "You know, you're not so bad in the kitchen."

He chuckled as he settled on the couch beside her. "I have my moments."

Hermione glanced at the small collection of DVDs on her shelf, and an idea struck her. "How about we watch a muggle film tonight? It's been a while since I've seen one, and it might be a nice change of pace."

Draco raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "A muggle film, you say? Why not? It could be interesting."

Hermione selected a film from her collection, and soon, they were immersed in the world of cinema, sharing laughter and commentary as they watched the story unfold on her television screen.

As the film progressed, Hermione felt her eyelids grow heavy. The combination of good food, the comfort of her couch, and the soothing presence of Draco had a lulling effect on her. She shifted slightly, resting her head on his shoulder.

Draco stared at how Hermione's face looked in the soft, flickering light from the television. Her features were relaxed in sleep, her long lashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks. His fingers itched to reach out and brush away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead, but he restrained himself, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber.

Carefully, he disentangled himself from her and stood up, realizing that it was time to move her to her bedroom. He picked her up gently, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to her cozy bedroom. 

As he laid her down in bed, Hermione mumbled sleepily, her eyes half-open. "Stay," she whispered, her voice laced with vulnerability.

Draco was taken aback by her words, surprised and touched by her request. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to honor her wish. He undressed quietly, leaving only his boxers on, and slipped into the bed beside her. He lay on his side, facing her, and gently placed an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

Hermione shifted, nestling closer to him, her head finding its place on his chest once more. The warmth of their shared body heat and the comfort of the familiar scent of Draco enveloped her, and she sighed contentedly. 

The quiet of the night wrapped around Draco and Hermione like a comforting embrace. Their shared warmth and the gentle rise and fall of their breathing created an atmosphere of intimacy that went beyond words. In the stillness, their thoughts and desires lingered unspoken.

Hermione, too, was aware of Draco's presence beside her. Even in her half-asleep state, she felt a familiar sense of security and comfort when he was near. She couldn't deny the attraction that had always simmered beneath the surface, yet they had never crossed that line over the last several months.

The hours passed in peaceful slumber, and as dawn's first light crept through the curtains, Draco and Hermione remained wrapped in each other's warmth. They were more than friends, more than former schoolmates, and more than co-parents. 

Hermione was the first to stir, her eyelids fluttering open as the soft morning light filtered into the room. She felt the weight of Draco's arm around her waist, his hand resting protectively on her belly. It was a moment of quiet intimacy that tugged at her heart.

As she shifted slightly, becoming more aware of her surroundings, Hermione felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks. The proximity of Draco's body had awakened her to a certain undeniable reality – her pregnancy had brought with it a surge in hormones that left her constantly wanting him.

The awareness of Draco's hardness pressed against her sent a wave of warmth rushing through her. Her heart raced, but she knew that they had agreed to take things slow, to prioritize their friendship and the well-being of their child.

With a soft sigh, Hermione gently disentangled herself from Draco's embrace. It was Sunday morning and she was due at the burrow for brunch. She turned to look at his peaceful sleeping form for a moment, a small smile touching her lips, before slipping out of bed. As much as she longed to stay wrapped in his arms, the responsibilities of the day beckoned.

Quietly, she made her way to the bathroom and indulged in a quick shower to refresh herself. The hot water cascading over her skin helped clear her mind and allowed her to focus on the day ahead.

Dressing in a soft pair of leggings and a comfortable button down, Hermione glanced back at the bedroom before heading out. Draco still slept soundly, his features relaxed in slumber. She wished she could stay, lean in, and press a soft kiss to his lips to wake him gently.

But their agreement had been clear. They were taking things one step at a time, prioritizing their child's well-being and their friendship. As much as she wanted to express her affection in that way, she knew it wasn't the right time.

With a heavy heart, Hermione left the bedroom and quietly headed out to start her day, leaving Draco to continue his peaceful sleep.

***

Draco's heart sank as he woke to find Hermione absent from the bed. A sense of emptiness washed over him as he realized it was Sunday and she had likely had left him sleeping to go to her weekly meal at the Weasley’s. Quickly dressing, his mind raced with thoughts of where she might be and what he should do next.

Without hesitation, Draco Flooed to the Zabini residence, his emotions a turbulent mix of frustration, longing, and desperation. He barged into the familiar setting of the Zabini family's home, where Pansy and Blaise were in the midst of their morning routine.

Pansy glanced up from her breakfast and quirked an eyebrow at Draco's disheveled appearance. Blaise looked equally curious as he attended to their 18-month-old daughter, Scarlett, who was seated in her high chair.

With a smirk, Blaise couldn't resist teasing. "What's wrong this time?"

Draco dropped heavily into one of the chairs at the breakfast table, his frustration evident in his voice. "I love her."

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. It was a confession that Draco had kept to himself for so long, a feeling that had grown stronger with each passing day. His love for Hermione had become undeniable, and he couldn't contain it any longer.

Pansy snorted, her amusement clear. "Well, that's hardly a revelation. We've all seen it."

Draco groaned in frustration. "No, you don't understand. She asked me to stay last night. We slept together. Just slept, and I am so fucking gone. I love her."

Blaise exchanged a knowing look with Pansy before nodding. "It sounds like you've finally admitted it to yourself, mate. You're in love with Hermione."

Draco nodded, his expression a mix of relief and trepidation. "What do I do now? I can't just let this linger."

Pansy chimed in, her tone softer now. "You talk to her. You tell her how you feel. It's the only way forward."

Draco hesitated, his doubts and insecurities swirling in his mind. "I don't know, telling her might complicate everything. And what if she doesn't feel the same way?"

Blaise and Pansy exchanged an exasperated glance before both rolling their eyes in unison. Pansy shook her head and leaned in closer to Draco. "Draco, you're both having a child together. It's not just a fling, and it's not just a casual relationship. It's the most intimate bond two people can share. It's only logical for you to have feelings for each other."

Blaise chimed in, his tone matter-of-fact. "Mate, you've been through so much together, and she's been there for you, even when you were being a prat. She's carried your child. If that's not a sign that you mean something to each other, I don't know what is."

Draco had been on the verge of making a life-changing decision, finally ready to express his feelings to Hermione, when the Sunday paper was dropped onto the Zabini's breakfast table with a heavy thud. The bold headline caught his eye, and his heart sank as he read the words:

**War Heroine, Hermione Granger, pregnant and unwed. Who's the father?**

The article beneath the headline was filled with speculation, gossip, and insinuations about Hermione's pregnancy and the identity of the father. Draco's stomach churned as he realized the potential consequences of this public revelation. The private life they had built together, the delicate balance they had maintained, was now at risk of being exposed and scrutinized by the wizarding world.

Blaise and Pansy exchanged concerned glances, and Pansy reached for the newspaper, her brows furrowing as she read through the article. "This is not good," she muttered under her breath. Flipping the next page she gasped, eyes flicking to Draco.

On page two, there was another headline that caught her eye, and this time, it was about Draco, "Most eligible bachelor, Draco Malfoy searching for a new bride?" the headline proclaimed, accompanied by a large photo of him kissing the cheek of a beautiful model-like woman.

Aria Cresswell was a colleague, albeit a young and attractive one. He had attended a ministry event with her weeks ago, he wasn’t sure how these photos were even relevant now, but now he knew he’d have to explain himself to Hermione, and quickly. 

***

Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she saw the headline in the Sunday newspaper, spread out on the Weasleys' dining table. She could feel the weight of the words, and the sensation of dozens of eyes scanning the article before she even began to read.

Ginny, sitting across from her, noticed the change in Hermione's expression and leaned closer, her voice filled with concern. "Mione, what's wrong?"

Hermione swallowed hard, her fingers trembling slightly as she picked up the paper and read the headline aloud. "War Heroine, Hermione Granger, pregnant and unwed. Who's the father?" The photo they had chosen was of Hermione from the day before, she was casually dressed in muggle London of all places shopping in a baby boutique. Her belly clearly on display. She worked mostly from home these days and rarely even entered wizarding society due to her fear of this. She had had her fair share of headlines over the years, but she had cherished her privacy as she awaited the birth of her child. Especially considering just who the father was.

There was a moment of stunned silence at the table, and Hermione could feel the eyes of Ron, Harry, Ginny, and the others fixed on her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if her private life had been laid bare for the world to see.

Molly was the first to break the silence, his tone protective and angry. "This is outrageous! They have no right to publish rubbish like this."

Harry nodded in agreement, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. "It's a blatant invasion of your privacy."

Ginny's jaw clenched as she looked at the article, her protective instincts kicking in. "We need to find out who's responsible for this and make them pay."

Hermione appreciated the support of her friends and family, but she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her chest. The article would undoubtedly spark rumors and speculation, and she dreaded the idea of her personal life becoming a public spectacle. She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, she decided to flip the page of the paper to read the full article about her pregnancy, hoping for more information. However, as she turned the page, her heart dropped as she saw something that shocked her even more.

On page two, there was another headline that caught her eye, and this time, it was about Draco Malfoy, the father of her unborn child. "Most eligible bachelor, Draco Malfoy searching for a new bride?" the headline proclaimed, accompanied by a large photo of him kissing the cheek of a beautiful model-like woman.

Hermione's gaze locked onto the image, and for a moment, she couldn't look away. The woman in the photograph was stunning, with long, flowing hair and a smile that could light up a room. Draco, standing beside her, looked dashing as ever, his arm wrapped around her waist.

Hermione's mind raced as she absorbed the information. The shock of seeing Draco's picture in such a context left her momentarily speechless. She remembered their closeness and intimacy over the past few weeks, the way he had cared for her, and the connection that had seemed to deepen between them. The picture and the headline painted a very different image of Draco's life.

Her fingers tightened around the newspaper, crumpling it slightly. She felt a sense of unease and confusion. It was as though the ground had shifted beneath her, and she was left wondering about the true nature of their relationship and Draco's intentions.

Ron, who had been watching Hermione closely, noticed the change in her expression once more. "What is it? What did you see?"

Hermione met Ron's concerned gaze, her voice tinged with disbelief and uncertainty. "It's Draco... He's in the news as well, but not for the same reason."

***

The tension in the small, sterile appointment room was palpable. Hermione sat on the examination table, her hands folded tightly in her lap, and Draco occupied a chair beside her. They had come to Hermione's 28-week prenatal appointment together, a decision that felt necessary given the recent developments in their lives.

The newspaper articles, which had revealed Hermione's pregnancy and Draco's seemingly swift pursuit of a new romantic interest, hung heavy in the air, a topic neither of them had been willing to broach. It was as if the unspoken questions and emotions surrounding those headlines were suffocating the room.

Hermione's mind raced with questions and emotions. She couldn't shake the image of Draco kissing the woman in the photograph. Hermione's emotions were running high, her pregnancy hormones only intensifying her feelings. It was an unexpected pang of jealousy and hurt that had caught her by surprise. She knew they weren't in a romantic relationship, but she was carrying his child, and seeing him with someone else stung.

As the silence grew more oppressive, Draco couldn't take it any longer. He turned to Hermione, his gray eyes filled with regret, "Hermione, about those articles..." he began, his voice soft.

Hermione turned to face him, her expression a complex blend of emotions. "I just... I don't understand why you would... with her," she trailed off, unable to articulate her feelings fully.

Draco sighed, realizing the hurt he had inadvertently caused. He reached out and took Hermione's hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "I know it was thoughtless of me, and I'm truly sorry. I shouldn't have allowed those pictures to be taken."

Hermione's eyes bore into Draco's as she took in his apology. She appreciated his honesty, but her curiosity and insecurity still gnawed at her. She couldn't help herself; she needed answers. Her voice was tinged with accusation as she pressed further, "Who is she? And why on earth were you photographed like that with her?"

Draco took a deep breath, fully aware that this conversation was long overdue. He had hoped to shield Hermione from this aspect of his life, but it seemed that the truth was now unavoidable. "Her name is Aria," he admitted, his voice steady but filled with regret. “She's a colleague of mine, and we met at a charity event a few weeks ago. The photograph... It was taken at another event we attended together."

Hermione's grip on Draco's hand tightened, and she felt a surge of jealousy and insecurity. "So, you're dating her?" she asked, her voice going up an octave, much to her embarrassment.

Draco quickly shook his head, wanting to reassure Hermione. "No, we're not dating. It's not like that. We're just friends, and things got blown out of proportion by the media. I promise, you and the baby are my top priority."

Hermione felt a maelstrom of emotions. Part of her understood that Draco might have been trying to fill a void in his life, especially considering the circumstances of their situation. However, jealousy still gnawed at her, and she probed further. "So why were you kissing her?"

Draco's gaze softened as he met Hermione's eyes, his fingers tracing absent patterns on the back of her hand. "Hermione, it was a foolish mistake. It meant nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to what you and this baby mean to me. I promise you, I won't allow anything like that to happen again. You're the only one I care about in that way, even if we're not romantically involved."

Hermione's internal turmoil waged on as she listened to Draco's explanations. She knew she had no right to be jealous, yet she couldn't deny the complex emotions that had been stirred up by the articles and photographs. His reassurance helped, but she needed more. "It's just... it's hard to see you with someone else, especially when I'm carrying your child."

Draco's expression softened as he tightened his hold on her hand, his voice filled with sincerity. "I understand, Hermione, and I'm sorry for not considering how this might affect you. I should have been more careful. But I want you to know that you're the most important person to me right now. You and our baby."

Astoria's entrance into the room disrupted the fragile peace that had begun to settle between Draco and Hermione. She greeted them both with a polite nod, her professional demeanor in place. However, her observant eyes picked up on the tension that still lingered in the air.

Hermione and Draco exchanged a quick glance, silently acknowledging that they would have to set aside their personal issues for the sake of the appointment. This was about the health and well-being of their unborn child, after all.

Astoria began the examination, her movements precise and practiced. She asked Hermione about her recent experiences, carefully monitoring her pregnancy progress. Draco watched the proceedings attentively, his concern for both Hermione and the baby evident in his eyes.

As the examination neared its end, Astoria took a moment to address them. "Everything seems to be progressing well, Hermione," she said with a reassuring smile. "Your baby is healthy, and you're doing great. You’ve entered your third trimester and we’ll be meeting your baby in about 10-12 more weeks. Have you two considered your birth plan?”

Hermione nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Yes, we've been discussing it," she replied, casting a sideways glance at Draco. "Given the circumstances and our desire for a calm and private environment, we've been thinking about a home birth."

Draco nodded in agreement, his gaze focused on Astoria. "We understand that things can change, and if there are any complications or risks, we'll rely on your expertise. But if all continues to go well, we'd like you to be there for a home birth."

Astoria considered their request, her professional demeanor softening as she addressed their concerns. "A home birth can be a viable option if both the mother and baby are healthy, and you have a skilled midwife or healer to assist you. We can discuss the details and preparations in the coming weeks."

Hermione and Draco exchanged a look, their commitment to providing the best possible experience for their child unwavering. "Thank you," Hermione said with gratitude.

With that, their prenatal appointment came to an end, and as they left the room, Draco and Hermione felt a renewed sense of unity. They were going to face the challenges and joys of parenthood together, with Astoria's guidance and expertise supporting them every step of the way.

***

Later that evening, after their prenatal appointment, Draco and Hermione had planned dinner with Scorpius, the first official meeting between the two. He wanted the two most important people in his life to get to know each other better, especially with the impending arrival of their baby.

Hermione agreed to the meeting, though she felt an overwhelming mix of excitement and nervousness. She remembered Scorpius as a young boy, but it had been quite a while since they had crossed paths. When Draco introduced her to his son, she was taken aback.

As Scorpius walked into the room, Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. The young boy she remembered had transformed into a young man who bore a striking resemblance to Draco at the age of sixteen. His platinum blond hair and sharp features were unmistakably Malfoy, and it was almost like seeing a ghost from her past.

"Scorpius, this is Hermione Granger," Draco introduced them, his voice tinged with pride. "Hermione, this is my son, Scorpius."

Scorpius extended his hand politely, offering Hermione a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hermione. Father has told me a lot about you."

Hermione shook Scorpius' hand, still trying to process the fact that this young man was the same boy she had known years ago. "It's lovely to meet you too, Scorpius," she replied, her surprise evident in her voice. "You've certainly grown since the last time I saw you."

Scorpius chuckled, his gaze briefly meeting Draco's with a knowing look. "Yes, well, people tend to do that, don't they? I hear I’m going to have a new sibling soon! How exciting!”

Hermione smiled at his enthusiasm, finding Scorpius to be a polite and charming young man. He would be an amazing big brother.

As Scorpius continued to chat with Hermione, the initial surprise and nerves began to fade, replaced by a sense of ease. Hermione found herself drawn into conversation with Scorpius, discussing his interests, his studies, and even sharing a few anecdotes about her own school days.

After a while, they all decided to move into the cozy living room, where they continued talking and getting to know each other better. The evening passed pleasantly, Hermione and Scorpius found common ground in their love of charms, and even exchanged recommendations on books and charms journals.

As the night grew late, Draco felt a sense of relief. He looked at Hermione, who was engaged in conversation with Scorpius, and knew that they were on the right path. They were building a future together, one that included a growing family. Even if he hadn’t told her the depth of his feelings yet, he could feel that they were heading in the right direction.

Eventually, as the clock struck midnight, they decided it was time to say their goodbyes. Hermione and Scorpius exchanged warm smiles, and Draco walked her to the fireplace. He leaned in to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek, his voice a soft whisper. "Thank you for coming tonight. I'm glad you and Scorpius had a chance to get to know each other. It means a lot to me."

Hermione returned his smile, "I'm glad too. Scorpius is a wonderful young man, and I'm excited to see our family grow."

With that, they said their goodbyes, and Hermione left for her own home, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the future and the unique family they were creating together. As she stepped into her fireplace and Flooed home, Hermione felt a sense of warmth and contentment. The evening had exceeded her expectations, and she was looking forward to what lay ahead for their growing family.

***

A few days later Draco promised to come over to Hermione's flat that evening, bringing dinner from their favorite Chinese restaurant. He had been looking forward to spending some time with her and discussing the baby's upcoming arrival. As he arrived at her doorstep with bags of delicious takeout in hand, his stomach knotted a bit in excitement mixed with apprehension. Their unique situation had thrown them into uncharted territory, but he was determined to be there for Hermione and their child.

Hermione opened the door, her hair slightly disheveled, and a soft glow that had become more pronounced as her pregnancy progressed surrounded her. She looked stunning, and Draco admired her.

"You're right on time," she said, her eyes brightening as she welcomed him inside.

He grinned as he stepped into her cozy flat, the aroma of the food instantly filling the air. "Of course, I wouldn't dare keep a pregnant lady waiting."

They shared a light laugh before Draco handed her the bags of takeout. "I brought all your favorites," he said with a wink. Together they made their way to the kitchen to set down the take-out containers. However, a soft, melodic tune reached his ears, drawing his attention away from the original mission. While Hermione arranged the food on plates, he glanced over down the hall and curiosity getting the better of him, he followed the sound, the enchanting notes leading him down a short corridor he hadn't explored before.

When he pushed open the door at the end of the hall, Draco's heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted him. The room was bathed in soft, pastel colors—a delicate shade of sage adorned the walls, and the sunlight filtering through the curtains cast a warm, gentle glow. The room was adorned with plush animals and colorful children's books, giving it a whimsical and inviting atmosphere.

Draco stood there, taking in the room with surprise and admiration. It was clear that Hermione had put a great deal of thought and effort into creating a welcoming nursery for their child. He marveled at the attention to detail, from the hand-painted mural of whimsical animals on one wall to the cozy rocking chair and a small crib adorned with a soft blanket, clearly from Molly Weasley.  The sound he’d heard was a muggle sound machine set by the cream colored crib.

As he continued to explore the room, he discovered a beautifully crafted mobile hanging above the crib, featuring tiny, colorful broomsticks and snitches gently swaying in the air. A small bookshelf against one wall was filled with children's books, and a plush, oversized armchair was tucked into a cozy corner, creating a perfect reading nook.

As he took in the room, he heard Hermione's footsteps approaching, and he turned to see her standing in the doorway, her expression a mix of nervous uncertainty, "I hope you don't mind," she began, her voice carrying a note of sheepishness. "I started working on the nursery a while ago. I know we hadn't really talked about it since we don't live together, but I just couldn't help myself. I’m sure you have something at the manor as well but when they’re young they’ll probably be here more -”

A gentle grin finds its way onto his face as she rambles, he steps to her and takes her hand in his. “It's perfect. You've created a beautiful space for our child."

They shared a tender moment in the nursery, their hands joined, and their hearts filled with the anticipation of becoming parents. Draco leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Hermione's forehead, his hand moving to rest on her belly. "Thank you for this. I'm so grateful for everything you do."

Hermione felt her heart skip a beat as Draco's lips brushed against her forehead. There was an unspoken tenderness in that moment, a connection between them that was far bigger than their unique circumstances. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and for an instant, it felt as if time had slowed down.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the proximity of his lips to hers. The desire to bridge that gap, to feel his kiss on her lips, surged through her. Hermione had never wanted anything more in that moment, and she could practically feel her own longing mirrored in Draco's gaze.

But then, as quickly as the moment had intensified, it passed. Draco pulled back slightly, his expression warm and affectionate, but he didn't follow through with a kiss. It was a moment of restraint, a choice to keep their relationship focused on friendship, on coparenting. 

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she fought to compose herself, her cheeks flushed with unspoken desire. She cleared her throat, offering Draco a grateful smile. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "for being a part of all of this."

Draco's eyes held hers and he squeezed her hand gently. "I wouldn't have it any other way. We're in this together."

They shared a lingering gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory they were navigating. Then, reluctantly, they pulled away from each other and made their way to the living room to enjoy their meal together. 

***

Draco had gone home that evening to the manor intent on trying to sleep, his work was done and he had retired to his rooms at the manor. What little sleep he had managed was filled with dreams that left him both tormented and yearning. 

Draco groaned and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. His thoughts were a whirlwind of memories and emotions, all centered around Hermione. He had not confessed his feelings to the witch after the article had come out and yet… In the same breath he had promised her he wouldn’t date anyone, to only be available to her during her pregnancy. 

With a frustrated sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, wrestling with the turmoil inside. He regretted not telling Hermione how he truly felt, how he yearned for more than just a platonic relationship. 

Draco's restless mind couldn't escape the vivid memories that had haunted his dreams since the night Hermione had revealed her pregnancy. Images of that passionate night when they had conceived their child. He tried to push those thoughts away, but they only served to fuel his yearning for the witch. His witch. The way her skin had felt beneath his fingertips, the sound of her soft moans in the quiet of the night, and the way her eyes had locked onto his with an intensity he had never experienced before—all of it played like a vivid movie in his mind.

A frustrated growl escaped his lips as he acknowledged the undeniable truth: he wanted Hermione. More than he'd like to admit, more than he should, given the circumstances. His desire for her went beyond a physical craving; it was a deep, emotional yearning that consumed him.

Draco knew he couldn't keep denying his feelings or pretending they didn't exist. It was time to confront the turmoil within him and face the reality of what he truly wanted. The thought of being only a platonic presence in Hermione's life was becoming unbearable, and he wondered if they were both denying themselves a chance at happiness by holding back.

****

The day had started like any other for Hermione as she went about her duties at her office. Since the news had broken in the papers of her pregnancy she had stopped working from home as much and resumed a few extra tasks in the office leading up to her maternity leave. She was determined to continue working for as long as she could during her pregnancy, not wanting to let her condition slow her down. However, fate had other plans.

As Hermione rushed to attend a meeting, her heel caught on an uneven floor tile, sending her tumbling to the ground. She let out a cry of pain as she landed on her abdomen, the impact causing a sharp pain. Panic welled up inside her as she felt a sudden wetness between her legs.

A coworker quickly summoned help, and Hermione was transported to St Mungo's in a blur of panic and pain. The fear of what might happen to her child consumed her thoughts during the entire journey.

In the emergency room, Hermione was quickly assessed by a team of healers. Her face was pale, and she clutched her abdomen in fear, knowing that something was terribly wrong. The healers worked with urgency, casting diagnostic spells and charms to view the extent of the damage.

Draco had received a frantic call from Harry, informing him of the accident and her condition. He had rushed to St Mungo's as fast as he could, his heart pounding with worry. However, when he arrived at the hospital, he was stopped by a stern-looking witch at the entrance to the emergency room.

"Sorry, sir, but only family members are allowed in the treatment area," the witch informed him, her tone uncompromising.

Draco's anxiety spiked, and he tried to explain, "I'm the father of her baby. I need to be there with her."

The witch raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "I'll have to confirm that. Please wait here."

Draco paced nervously, his thoughts filled with concern for Hermione and their unborn child. He couldn't bear the thought of not being by her side during this crisis. It felt like an eternity before Astoria, who had been informed of the situation, appeared at the entrance.

"Draco, come with me," she said briskly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Relieved, Draco followed Astoria into the emergency room, where Hermione lay on a hospital bed, her face drawn with pain and worry. The healers were still working frantically to assess the situation.

"Draco," Hermione whispered when she saw him, her eyes filled with tears.

He rushed to her side, taking her hand in his. "I'm here. Everything will be alright."

Astoria stood by, her presence providing a sense of reassurance. She turned to one of the healers and spoke firmly, "He is the father, let him stay."

The healer nodded in acknowledgment, and Draco stayed by Hermione's side throughout the ordeal. His grip on her hand never wavered as they anxiously awaited news about the health of their unborn child.

As the healers continued to assess Hermione's condition, they determined that her water had indeed broken, but they had managed to slow down the onset of labor with precise spells and potions. It was a relief that they had acted quickly, giving the baby a better chance of staying in the womb a while longer.

Astoria watched the proceedings attentively, her years of experience as a midwife guiding her actions. She knew how crucial each day was for the baby's development, and she was determined to do everything possible to ensure a safe delivery when the time came.

After a tense few moments, the lead healer turned to Hermione and Draco with a more reassuring expression. "We've managed to stop the onset of labor for now, but this situation requires extreme caution. Your baby is still quite premature, and we need to take every precaution to keep him or her in the womb for as long as possible. Ideally we keep them in there for at least eight more weeks. Six at the very least."

Hermione nodded, her voice shaky as she replied, "I'll do whatever it takes to keep our baby safe."

Draco squeezed her hand in support, his worry etched across his face. "We're here for whatever you need."

Astoria stepped forward, her professional demeanor unwavering. "In that case, we'll need to start immediate bed rest for you. You cannot afford any stress or exertion. We'll also be scheduling weekly appointments to closely monitor your condition and the baby's development. We'll do our best to keep your little one in there as long as possible. I will start your care at home, we can still hope for that home birth you wanted but if anything feels remotely wrong, I want you back in this hospital immediately."

Hermione nodded, her trust in Astoria's expertise evident. She was willing to follow every instruction to ensure the safety of their child, even if it meant putting her work and other activities on hold.

Draco remained steadfast by Hermione's side, his presence unwavering as they listened to Astoria's guidance. "We understand," he said. "Hermione and the baby's well-being are our top priorities."

Astoria continued, "Given the circumstances, I strongly recommend keeping Hermione under observation tonight. We need to ensure there are no further complications or signs of premature labor."

Hermione agreed, albeit with a sense of resignation. She knew that staying overnight for monitoring was the safest option for their baby.

Draco looked at Hermione with a reassuring smile. "I'll stay with her," he said, his gaze never leaving Hermione's. "We're in this together, and I'm not going anywhere."

Astoria, seeing the genuine concern and affection between Draco and Hermione, felt an uproar of emotions herself. She had her own history with Draco, and seeing him happy and fully devoted to Hermione, the mother of his child, brought her a sense of relief.

With a final reassuring nod, Astoria left the room to give them some privacy, trusting that they would follow her guidance.

As the door closed behind Astoria, Draco turned his attention back to Hermione, his gray eyes filled with a depth of emotion that he had rarely shown before. He leaned in closer, his lips meeting hers in a tender and passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing, a silent promise of how much she and their child meant to him.

When their lips finally parted, Draco's eyes glistened with unshed tears. His voice quivered as he spoke, his vulnerability on full display. "Hermione," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can't stand the thought of losing you or the baby. I love you both so much, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes as well, her heart aching with the depth of Draco's emotions. She reached up to gently cup his cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear. "Draco," she said softly, her voice filled with tenderness, "I love you too."

***

Draco carefully helped Hermione into her flat, both of them feeling the weight of the recent scare at the hospital. As they entered, they were greeted by the welcoming sight of Ginny and Pansy bustling about in the cozy living room.

Ginny, her vibrant red hair pulled back into a ponytail, looked up with a warm smile. "There you are! We've been getting everything ready for Hermione's stay."

Pansy, equally focused on preparations, chimed in, "We've got comfy pillows, cozy blankets, and lots of snacks. Everything you need to keep Hermione comfortable and relaxed."

Hermione felt a rush of gratitude for their support. She had never imagined that Ginny and Pansy, once her school rivals, would become such close friends. Their presence made her feel less alone.

Draco nodded appreciatively as he helped Hermione settle onto the couch. "Thank you both for doing this. It means a lot to us."

Ginny winked at Hermione and playfully nudged her. "Anything for our favorite expectant mum. Now, let's make sure these last few weeks are as stress-free as possible."

***

Draco gently massaged Hermione's feet as they sat together, the warmth of his touch providing her with comfort. Suddenly he breaks the comfortable silence, his voice low and filled with emotion. His eyes locked onto Hermione's, and the intensity of his gaze made her heart skip a beat. "I was scared, more scared than I've ever been. I realized I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you or our child."

Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat as she met his gaze, her own eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. The gravity of his words hung in the air, the unspoken declaration of how much she meant to him.

"That's why I was thinking... Maybe it's a good idea for us to move in together, at least until the baby is born. I want to be there for you every step of the way, and I want you to be safe."

As Draco's words hung in the air, Hermione was overwhelmed by the vulnerability he was showing. The room seemed to shrink, the world outside fading into insignificance, leaving only the two of them in their intimate bubble of shared feelings. Hermione's voice was soft, her words carrying the weight of her own emotions. "I... I want that too."

Hermione reached out, her hand gently cupping his cheek, their faces drawing closer. The connection between them felt like a current, pulling them together as their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of understanding, vulnerability, and the beginning of something beautiful.

When they finally parted, their eyes locked once more, and in that moment, the unspoken promise of their love and support hung between them. They were no longer just co-parents; there was so much more between them now.

***

Hermione had been on bed rest for a full month now, and while she understood the necessity of it for the health of their unborn child, it had taken a toll on her both physically and emotionally. She had grown restless, feeling like a bird trapped in a cage. The constant discomfort, the inability to move freely, and the worry about the baby had left her tossing and turning through many sleepless nights.

Hermione's room had become her sanctuary during this month of rest. Shelves full of books and a small table beside her bed, which was now filled with magazines, puzzles, various magickal journals and items to keep her occupied. During the day, Draco had made it a point to visit her as often as he could during his lunches, bearing gifts that ranged from fresh flowers to handwritten letters filled with words of encouragement and love. He would read to her, engaging her in conversations about the books they had both enjoyed over the years. 

Despite the restlessness that often plagued her nights, Hermione found solace in the evenings she spent with Draco. Their evenings together had become something of a ritual, a comforting routine that both looked forward to. After Draco's workday ended, he would come to Hermione's flat, often bearing takeout from her favorite restaurants or taking over her kitchen and cooking for her. A surprise as she knew he’d grown up never having to do anything for himself, house elves taking care of his every need. 

The sound of Draco's voice had become a balm for Hermione's soul. He would read to her from her favorite books or share the daily news from the Wizarding World. Sometimes, they would discuss the baby's impending arrival, debating names and nursery decor. Other times, they simply enjoyed the companionship of one another's presence, finding comfort in the silence that spoke volumes about their growing connection.

Draco's support had been unwavering, and Hermione felt so grateful for his presence in her life during this time. His encouragement, combined with the anticipation of becoming parents, had transformed her bed rest into a shared experience rather than a solitary confinement. These moments of shared intimacy, while not overly romantic in nature, had grown increasingly affectionate over time. Especially as their relationship progressed to shared kisses, though never moving past that.

As much as Hermione appreciated Draco's company, the nights after he had gone to sleep had been the most challenging. The discomfort of her growing belly made it nearly impossible to find a comfortable position to sleep, and the hormonal shifts brought both mood swings and restlessness. She had spent countless nights tossing and turning, the silence of the room amplifying her restless thoughts.

However, as she sat up in bed on that particular night, the weight of her physical discomfort and the longing she felt for Draco's touch had become almost unbearable. Her body craved closeness and intimacy, and the unique situation they found themselves in had made it difficult to express those desires.

With her hands clutching the bedsheet, Hermione let out a frustrated sigh. The room felt too quiet, and the ticking of the clock on her bedside table only seemed to emphasize the passing time. The moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting soft patterns on the walls, and she noticed how beautiful Draco looked as he slept beside her. His platinum-blond hair was tousled, his long eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and his lips slightly parted as he breathed peacefully. The sight of him, peaceful and vulnerable in slumber, sent a wave of desire coursing through her.

Her mind began to wander back to that fateful New Year's Eve when their baby had been conceived. The memory of their shared laughter, the warmth of his lips on hers, and the undeniable chemistry between them still lingered in her thoughts. The combination of her physical yearning and the sight of Draco stirred a powerful longing within her. She craved him desperately, her body aching with desire. Their relationship had shifted since he had told her he loved her, but it hadn't progressed beyond fervent kisses and tender touches. The boundaries they had set were both a comfort and a source of frustration.

Hermione couldn't deny her own desires any longer. She craved Draco's touch, his kisses, and the intimacy they had both been denying themselves. The weeks of bed rest had only heightened her sensitivity, and the constant presence of Draco had left her wanting him more than ever.

Unable to bear the longing any longer, Hermione reached out a trembling hand to gently shake Draco awake. He stirred, his gray eyes slowly fluttering open as he looked at her with concern. "Hermione, what's wrong? Is everything okay?"

For a moment, Hermione hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She had never been one to openly discuss her desires, especially not with Draco. But the desperation she felt overcame her reluctance, and she blurted out the truth. "I'm horny, Draco. I'm hormonal, and I can't take it anymore."

Hermione's admission hung in the air, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited Draco's response. She had expected surprise or awkwardness, but what she saw in his eyes was a potent blend of understanding, desire, and affection.

As he shifted closer to her, his hand gently cupping her cheek, she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. Without a word, he closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a kiss filled with longing and tenderness.

The kiss was a slow exploration of each other's mouths, a silent exchange of feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface.. Hermione's hand found its way to Draco's hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands.

Draco's hand moved from her cheek to cradle the back of her head, he was utterly desperate for her, and filled with a raw need that made him harder than he ever had been before. The slow burn of their relationship and determination to keep things platonic had boiled over into this moment.

As they kissed, Draco's other hand began to trail down her body, moving sensually over her curves. His hand slipped beneath Hermione's pajama top, tracing to her breast and thumbing over a nipple, sending shivers of desire down her spine. She moaned softly into his mouth, arching into his touch. He broke the kiss, trailing kisses along her jawline, down her neck,  then lower, until he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. Each touch sent waves of pleasure through her, and her breathing grew heavy.

Hermione gasped, her fingers tangling in Draco's hair as waves of pleasure washed over her. Even without the possibility of going much farther due to her bedrest, the way he touched her, the way he put his mouth on her, filled her with a sense of longing and fulfillment she hadn't known she needed.

As he continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth, Draco whispered words of love and desire, his breath hot against her skin. "You're so beautiful, Hermione," he murmured, his voice husky with need. "I want you so badly."

She couldn't stop herself from whimpering in response, her hands reaching out to grasp his shoulders, her fingers digging into his shirt. The ache of desire was nearly unbearable, but it was also intoxicating. She needed this connection, this affirmation of their longing for each other.

Their lips met once more in another searing kiss, and this time, it was Hermione who deepened it. She kissed him with a fierce hunger, her tongue demanding entrance into his mouth. Their bodies pressed together, and she could feel his desire for her, hard and undeniable. 

As Hermione's desire continued to build, Draco's hand trailed lower, shifting so he could slip her pajama bottoms down her legs. His fingers danced lightly over her heated skin, teasing and arousing her further. Her hips instinctively moved against his touch, seeking more contact, more pleasure.

With a soft, needy moan, Hermione broke the kiss and looked into Draco's eyes, her desire and vulnerability laid bare. "Draco, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

He understood her plea and nodded, his own desire burning in his eyes. His fingers continued their exploration, and he moves down her body and between her spread legs. Hermione gasped, her back arching off the bed as ecstasy washed over her in waves when his tongue finds her clit, swirling around it as he slips a finger inside her tight heat.

Draco maintained a slow and steady rhythm, his touch skilled and knowing. Hermione's moans grew louder, her fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within her.

Finally, with a cry of bliss, Hermione reached her peak, her body trembling with release. Draco continued to hold her close, his lips finding hers once more as they shared a passionate kiss. 

As they broke the kiss, Hermione looked deeply into Draco's eyes, her voice filled with emotion. "I love you," she whispered, her words a declaration of the feelings that had been growing between them. 

Draco's eyes softened, and he caressed her cheek lovingly. "I love you too," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

***

Over the next few weeks, Hermione and Draco's relationship blossomed further. "I love you" became a natural and frequent expression between them, spoken with warmth and sincerity. Their evenings together were filled with shared laughter, deeper conversations, and the quiet comfort of being in each other's presence.

Hermione also spent more time with Scorpius, and she was pleasantly surprised by how well she got along with Draco's son. They shared stories about Hogwarts, discussed their favorite books, and even played the occasional game of wizard's chess. It was clear that Scorpius was eager to get to know Hermione better and welcomed her into their lives.

Hermione extended the invitation for Scorpius to visit her flat anytime, she wanted him to feel comfortable in her home and get to know the place where his future sibling would spend a significant amount of time. She had a third bedroom she also wanted him to know he was welcome to anytime. 

As Hermione reached her 38th week of pregnancy, all she could feel was excitement and nervousness. Her baby was almost full-term, and every day that passed brought them closer to the moment they would meet their little one.

During her 38-week appointment, Hermione, Draco, and Astoria gathered in the healer's office, eager to hear the latest updates. The healer smiled warmly as she reviewed Hermione's charts. "Well, everything seems to be progressing smoothly," she said. "You're officially at full term, and the baby could arrive any day now. I don’t see any reason that you should be concerned.”

Hermione's heart skipped a beat at the realization. They had made it this far, and soon they would be welcoming their child into the world. She exchanged a glance with Draco, their eyes filled with a shared sense of anticipation.

Draco nodded, his hand finding Hermione's beneath the table, their fingers intertwining. "We're ready."

The healer continued, "And Hermione, you're officially off bed rest. While I want you to take it easy and not overexert yourself, you're welcome to move about as you feel comfortable. Labor could start at any point now, and we're here to assist you every step of the way. We are available by floo call or patronus day and night and quite honestly you two shouldn’t have any issues finding me regardless," it was a gentle tease, but one that brought them all relief in knowing that they had become a family over the last several months, despite the unusual circumstances.

Hermione's eyes widened with surprise and relief. Being off bed rest meant a sense of freedom she hadn't experienced in a long time. She smiled, feeling a surge of energy and anticipation. "Thank you," she said to the healer. "I'll be sure to take it easy and stay prepared."

***

As Hermione and Draco left the healer's office, Draco suggested a slight detour, which left Hermione slightly puzzled. She looked at him quizzically, but he simply smiled and assured her it would be worth it.

They arrived at the Potter home, and as Hermione stepped inside, she was greeted by a chorus of "Surprise!" Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the scene before her. The living room was decorated with colorful banners and balloons, and a long table was laden with gifts, baby-themed decorations, and an array of delicious treats.

Her friends were all there, beaming with excitement. Hermione was overwhelmed with gratitude and emotion. She hadn't expected a baby shower, she had kept so private during this pregnancy. Ginny, who had organized the surprise, rushed forward and enveloped Hermione in a warm hug. "Congratulations, Hermione," she said with a grin. "We wanted to celebrate you and the little one, I know you don’t love surprises but you deserve this!”

Hermione felt a rush of emotions, gratitude and happiness filling her heart. She turned to Draco, who was wearing a pleased and slightly smug expression. "Did you know about this?" she asked.

Draco chuckled and shrugged. "I might have had a small hand in the planning," he admitted. "But it's all for you and our little one."

Hermione smiled widely as she mingled with her friends, sharing stories, opening thoughtful gifts, knowing her baby was already surrounded by a loving ‘village’, and she couldn't have asked for a more beautiful way to mark this special milestone in her life.

***

Hermione had assumed that, given the complications earlier in her pregnancy, she might give birth prematurely. However, as the weeks went by, it became clear that their little one was quite comfortable in her womb. She had passed her due date, and it was now August, with the summer heat beating down relentlessly. Her belly was enormous, and she felt like she was carrying a Quaffle rather than a baby.

One Sunday afternoon, as the sun blazed outside and everyone else had made their way out to play games and spent time with each other, Hermione sat with Ginny in the Burrow's cozy kitchen. Ginny poured them both cups of tea, and Hermione sighed as she fanned herself with her hand, at this stage of her pregnancy cooling charms basically did nothing for her. "I can't believe I'm still pregnant, Ginny. It's so hot, and I feel like I've been pregnant forever."

Ginny chuckled sympathetically. "Well, some babies just like to take their time. First babies especially, James was almost two weeks over due. But don't worry, they'll arrive when they're ready.”

Hermione managed a grateful smile, but her discomfort was evident. "Thank you. But I'm so ready to have this baby."

Ginny leaned in closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "You know, there's a way to start labor that's been known to work wonders."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Ginny's mysterious tone. "Oh? What's that?"

Ginny grinned mischievously. "Sex, Mione. Lots and lots of sex. It releases hormones, which can help kickstart labor."

Hermione's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and she sputtered on her tea. "Ginny! I can't believe you just said that."

Ginny laughed heartily. "Come on! It's perfectly natural, and it might just do the trick. Plus, it's a great way to enjoy your last moments as a couple before becoming parents."

Hermione’s eyes widened but she couldn’t stop herself from chuckling at Ginny's boldness. "Well, we have been intimate," she admitted, her embarrassment fading as she spoke openly with her friend. "But Draco is always so gentle and considerate. We haven't...you know, done anything too adventurous."

Ginny leaned in with a knowing smile. "Ah, I see. Taking it slow, are you?"

Hermione nodded, feeling a sense of comfort in confiding in her friend. "Yes, we haven't quite taken that leap yet. We've been cautious because of the complications earlier in the pregnancy. We haven't had sex… Other than when we made them."

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. "New Year's Eve then? Merlin, Hermione, it's August now! You two have been living together since May!"

Hermione blushed even deeper, her fingers playing with the edge of her teacup. "I know, Ginny. It's just that we wanted to be careful. But now that I'm overdue…”

Ginny laughed again, her voice warm and understanding. Ginny winked at her. "Maybe it's time to try something new, then. Who knows, it might be the push your baby needs to make an appearance. Besides, you and Draco are about to become parents. It might be your last chance for a while to enjoy some...alone time together."

Hermione considered Ginny's words, her heart fluttering with anticipation and anxiety. She knew that their baby would arrive when the time was right, but the idea of finally having Draco inside her again… Was undeniably tempting.

***

Draco had taken Hermione back home through the Floo Network that evening, and the conversation with Ginny continued to weigh heavily on her mind. As she entered their bathroom, the August heat seemed to have intensified, and the discomfort of her overdue pregnancy was becoming increasingly unbearable. She waddled over to the mirror and met her own reflection, her cheeks flushed with anticipation and nerves.

The idea of having sex with Draco again had been in the back of her mind over the last nine months, but as her due date had come and gone, the anticipation had grown stronger. The prospect of reigniting their physical connection was incredibly tempting, and the fact that it might help induce labor? Well that added an extra layer of excitement.

Hermione decided to take a shower to cool off and clear her mind. The soothing spray of the water was a welcome relief as she stood beneath it, but her thoughts kept returning to the conversation with Ginny.

As the water cascaded over her, Hermione couldn't deny the desire that had been building within her. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about Draco, the way he touches her, the warmth of his embrace, the longing had become nearly unbearable.

With newfound determination, Hermione turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She stepped out of the bathroom, her heart pounding with both nervousness and desire. She knew what she wanted, and she couldn't wait any longer.

Walking into their bedroom, she found Draco sitting against the headboard, his attention on a book. Gods he looked good, he’d shed his clothes and was only in his boxers and his distinctive silver-blond hair was tousled in a way that made him look effortlessly attractive. The play of the soft lamplight on his skin highlighted the elegant lines of his jaw and the defined muscles of his chest and arms.

Hermione admired how the years had been kind to him, and his matured appearance had only added to his allure. His silver-gray eyes, sharp and intelligent, held a certain intensity that had always drawn her in, even when they were enemies at Hogwarts.

As she approached the bed, Hermione's eyes lingered on Draco's bare chest, his toned physique and the trail of light hair leading down from his navel. The sight of him, so close and so undeniably attractive, sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

Draco looked up from his book as Hermione entered the room, his gaze locking onto hers. His eyes were filled with surprise and desire, and a slow, seductive smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Hermione felt her heart race, and her breath caught in her throat. She had made up her mind, and now there was no turning back. With a soft, subtly seductive voice, she said, "Draco, would you like to join me in the shower?"

Draco's gray eyes darkened with desire as he set the book aside, never breaking eye contact with her. His response was a low, husky murmur. "I thought you'd never ask."

As he stood up from the bed, Hermione stared at the way his body moved, the fluid grace in his every step. He approached her with a confident and alluring presence, and his fingers gently brushed against her towel, teasingly tracing the edge.

Hermione's anticipation grew with every passing moment, and her desire for him was undeniable. She wanted this, needed this, not just for the sake of inducing labor but for the sexual tension that had built between them for months now. 

Without a word, Draco reached for the towel and gently tugged it away, letting it fall to the floor. He took a moment to admire her pregnant form, her belly heavy with their unborn child. His hands roamed her body with a reverence that melted away any lingering uncertainty. He cupped her face, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. 

As they kissed, Draco's hands continued to explore her body, his fingers tracing the curves and contours that had become so familiar to him. He cupped her breasts gently, his thumb brushing over her sensitive skin, eliciting soft moans from Hermione.

Their bodies pressed together, and Hermione could feel the heat of Draco's desire, hard and undeniable. It was a desire that mirrored her own, a longing that had grown stronger with each passing day of her pregnancy.

Draco's lips left hers, trailing a path of hot kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and lower. His mouth moved over her chest, pausing to pay special attention to her hardened nipples. Hermione's head fell back, her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure surged through her.

The warmth of the shower called to them, and they stepped into the steam-filled enclosure together, their bodies pressed close, fitting perfectly against one another. The water cascaded over them, taking away some of the heavy August heat.

As the water continued to pour over them, Hermione's breath quickened, and her heart raced in her chest. The intimate connection between her and Draco was electric, each touch and caress igniting a fire within her. 

Hermione's fingers traced the contours of Draco's muscular chest, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him. His own hands were not idle; they moved lower, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs, before gently cupping her backside, pulling her closer.

Draco's desire was evident, his hard cock curving up his belly. He’d been dreaming of his witch over the last several months, taking her and filling her up the way he had on New Years. Draco guided Hermione to the bed, their wet bodies glistening in the soft light of the room. With each step, the desire between them grew stronger, a magnetic pull that neither could resist. He gently lowered her onto the mattress, the sheets cool against her heated skin.

With gentle fingers, Draco parted her legs, kneeling between them, and his breath ghosted over her sensitive skin, sending shivers through her. He leaned in, placing soft kisses along the insides of her thighs. She gasped as he gently grazed his lips over her clit, pressing kisses to her before swirling his tongue over her. 

Hermione's fingers found their way into Draco's hair, gripping it tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her with every kiss he placed upon her heated core. The sensations were almost overwhelming, and her hips instinctively arched towards him, seeking more.

Draco took his time, savoring her with a slow and deliberate pace. He teased her with his tongue, tasting her essence, and eliciting soft moans of pleasure. As he continued to lavish attention on her, Hermione's world narrowed down to the exquisite pleasure building within her. Her back arched, and she cried out his name as she came, waves of ecstasy washing over her.

Draco continued to hold her close, his lips gently caressing her inner thigh as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. When her breathing finally slowed, he kissed his way back up her body, his lips meeting hers.

He adjusted himself between her thighs, eyes roaming over Hermione's pregnant form, her body a breathtaking canvas of curves and contours. He had always found her beautiful, but in this moment, she was a goddess.

As they kissed, Draco's hands moved with purpose, exploring her body with a reverent touch, utterly worshiping her. He traced his fingers along her swollen belly, feeling the life they had created together. He whispered against her lips, his voice husky with desire, "I want you, Hermione. More than anything." 

Hermione moaned softly into the kiss, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Their lips parted, and Draco's mouth continued its journey, trailing a path of wet kisses down Hermione's neck and chest, pausing to pay homage to her sensitive breasts. He took one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, while his thumb worked its magic on the other.

Hermione's back arched in response, a gasp escaping her lips as pleasure coursed through her. The sensation of Draco's mouth on her skin was electric, and she craved more of his touch, more of his love. 

As his fingers danced over her, Hermione's breath quickened, and she met his gaze with a look of raw desire. She whimpered his name, her voice filled with need, "please, don't make me wait any longer."

Draco's response was a low growl of longing as he positioned himself between her thighs, his gaze locked onto hers. With a slow, deliberate motion, he entered her, their bodies joining in a powerful union that left them both breathless.

The anticipation that had been building for weeks reached its peak, and as Hermione gasped in pleasure, her body shuddering in Draco's arms.

Draco's movements were gentle yet filled with an intensity that threatened to consume them both. He set a rhythm that matched the beat of their racing hearts, each thrust bringing them closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

As they moved together, their bodies still slick with water from the shower, Hermione couldn't deny the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her. She clung to Draco, her nails digging into his shoulders as the sensations built within her.

Draco's breath was hot against her ear as he whispered words of adoration and longing. "You're so beautiful, Hermione," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I've wanted you for so long"

Her fingers clutched at his back, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, pleasure building with each thrust. Hermione could feel the tension coiling within her, with one final, powerful thrust, they found release together, Draco’s head falling into Hermione’s neck as he held her impossibly closer. It was a moment of pure, unbridled love.

As they curled up together in their bed, the August heat no longer feeling as oppressive, Hermione felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She was in Draco's arms, carrying their child with a soft kiss and whispered "I love you’s" hung in the air like a sweet promise.

***

As the early morning light filtered through the curtains, Hermione and Draco lay entwined on the couch, their bodies still tingling from their most recent attempt at inducing labor. They had been trying for days, driven by the anticipation of their baby's arrival and the desire to hold their child in their arms.

Sure, their attempts had been passionate and full of love, but they had yet to yield the desired result. Hermione knew that sex was not a guaranteed method to induce labor, but the intimacy and connection it brought them were worth the effort. She’d used everything, the yoga ball, long walks, teas, oils, everything.

As they lay together, Hermione nestled into Draco's chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Their breathing was slow and steady as they basked in the afterglow. Draco's fingers traced idle patterns on her back, and Hermione sighed contentedly.

But then, as if on cue, Hermione felt a strange sensation wash over her. It was a tightening in her lower abdomen, a sensation that made her pause and gasp slightly. She shifted in Draco's embrace, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the sensation persisted.

Draco sensed her discomfort and looked down at her with concern. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

Hermione took a deep breath and tried to relax, but the sensation was unmistakable. "I think... I think I just had a contraction."

Draco's eyes widened with realization. "A contraction? Are you sure?"

Hermione nodded, her brows furrowing as another wave of discomfort washed over her. "Yes, it's happening again."

Draco gently helped her sit up, his concern deepening. "Okay, we need to time these contractions. How far apart are they?"

Hermione closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations in her body. "I'm not sure. They're irregular for now."

Draco reached for a notepad and a pen, his movements swift, "We need to keep track of them. This could be it. Our baby could be on the way."

Hermione nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she took the notepad from him. They began timing the contractions, marking the minutes between each one. The minutes felt like hours as they anxiously waited for the next wave of discomfort to wash over Hermione.

After a tense period of monitoring, Hermione finally looked up at Draco, "These contractions are getting closer together, Draco. We need to call Ginny and Astoria."

Draco nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with concern and love. "I'll call them right now."

As Draco went off to the floo to call Ginny, Hermione took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The contractions were becoming more frequent, and she knew that the time for action had come. 

Ginny answered the call promptly, her voice filled with sleepiness but alert. "Hello?"

Draco's voice was urgent as he spoke, "Ginny, it's Draco. Hermione's having contractions, and they're getting closer together."

There was a pause, followed by a sharp intake of breath from Ginny. "I'll be there as soon as I can, Draco. Don't worry; we'll get through this together."

Hanging up the Floo connection, Draco turned to Hermione, "Ginny's on her way, Hermione. And I'll call Astoria"

Hermione nodded, her grip on the notepad tightening as she breathed through another contraction. 

As the contractions continued and grew closer together, Draco quickly called Astoria to update her on the situation. Her instructions were clear: keep timing the contractions, and she would be on her way to assess Hermione's progress.

With both Ginny and Astoria informed and on their way, Draco returned to Hermione's side. He could see the discomfort on her face, and it pained him to see her in pain. He offered her a reassuring smile and gently rubbed her back.

"Just remember to breathe through each one," he said, his voice soothing. "You're doing great, and soon we'll be holding our baby in our arms."

Hermione nodded, her eyes locked onto Draco's, finding strength in his presence. With each passing moment, the contractions grew stronger, and she focused on her breathing, just as she had practiced in her prenatal classes.

Ginny arrived first, her face a mix of excitement and concern as she rushed into the room. She immediately took charge, helping Hermione through each contraction and offering words of encouragement.

Astoria arrived not long after, her professional demeanor in place as she assessed Hermione's progress. "It looks like you're in early labor," she noted. "But it's still a bit irregular. We'll stay here for now and monitor you closely."

As the hours passed and Hermione's labor progressed, the atmosphere in the room had changed. The soft glow of the setting sun outside was mirrored by the warm, gentle lighting in the room, creating a calming ambiance. 

Hermione had moved to the large garden tub, finding comfort and relief in the warm water. She had learned about the benefits of water during her research and prenatal classes and had decided to give it a try. The soothing sensation of the water helped ease the intensity of the contractions.

Draco sat by the tub, his presence unwavering and supportive. He held Hermione's hand as she faced each contraction, his voice filled with encouragement and love. Astoria and Ginny remained close by in the bedroom, ready to assist whenever needed.

Astoria checked on Hermione's progress periodically, ensuring that everything was proceeding as smoothly as possible. "You're doing wonderfully, dear," she praised. "Your labor is progressing nicely. Just remember to breathe and relax as much as you can."

Hermione nodded, her eyes closed as she focused on her breathing. The contractions were intense now, and she knew that she was getting closer to meeting their baby. 

As Hermione continued to labor in the soothing water, she began to feel a sense of restlessness. The warmth of the tub had provided her comfort for a time, but now she felt the need to change her position. She opened her eyes to meet Draco's concerned gaze, “I'd like to move to the bed,” she murmurs.

Draco nodded, understanding her need for a change. He helped her out of the tub slowly and with utmost care, drying her off gently with a towel. His touch was tender, and he couldn't resist pressing soft kisses to her belly as he dried her.

Once she was dry, Draco embraced her, his arms wrapped around her as he swayed slowly. "You're incredible, love," he whispered, his voice filled with love and pride. "I'm so proud of you."

Hermione leaned into his embrace, finding comfort in his arms. She smiled up at him, her eyes reflecting the same love and affection. "I love you, Draco," she whispered in return, a soft pained moan falling from her lips as she felt another contraction hit.

Draco held Hermione close, his arms providing her with the support and comfort she needed. He could feel the tension in her body as another contraction washed over her, and he whispered soothing words in her ear, encouraging her to breathe through the pain.

Hermione clung to Draco, her fingers gripping his shirt as she rode out the contraction. She knew that this was all part of the process, that the pain was a necessary step toward bringing their child into the world. 

As the contraction passed, Hermione's body relaxed slightly, and she met Draco's eyes with a grateful smile. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with love and appreciation.

Draco pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Anything for you, Hermione," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "We're in this together, every step of the way."

With Draco's assistance, Hermione made her way into the bedroom, the contractions growing more intense and frequent. Ginny and Astoria were right behind them, offering guidance and support every step of the way.

Once Hermione was settled in the bed, she could feel the waves of pain coursing through her body, each contraction stronger than the last. Astoria and Ginny remained by her side, their calm and reassuring presence a lifeline in the midst of the pain.

Ginny spoke gently, her voice filled with encouragement. "You can choose any position that feels comfortable for you. You don't have to labor on your back if you don't want to."

Hermione nodded, her forehead glistening with sweat as she took deep breaths to manage the pain. "Thank you, I think I'd like to try a different position."

Astoria and Ginny helped Hermione shift onto her side, propping her up with pillows to provide support. The change in position brought some relief, and Hermione focused on her breathing, determined to stay as calm and composed as possible.

Astoria began running diagnostic spells and checking Hermione over, monitoring her progress closely. After a thorough examination, she turned to Hermione with a reassuring smile. "You're doing great, dear. It seems you’re ready to start pushing."

Hermione's stubbornness shone through the sweat-soaked strands of her hair as she pushed with all her strength, her face contorted with effort. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation. Each push brought their baby closer to that long-awaited first breath.

Draco's hand, tightly intertwined with Hermione's, provided a constant anchor of support. His eyes were unwavering, locked onto Hermione's face as he whispered words of encouragement and love in a voice that trembled with emotion.

Ginny stood by Hermione's side, her presence steady and reassuring. She wiped the sweat from Hermione's forehead with a damp cloth and offered words of encouragement, her voice soothing in the midst of the intense labor.

Astoria, their trusted midwife, guided Hermione through the process with expert precision. Her hands were gentle yet confident as she monitored the baby's progress. And then, in a crescendo of effort and emotion, their baby's cries filled the room, breaking the tension that had gripped them all.

A radiant smile graced Astoria's face as she held their daughter, her eyes sparkling with joy and relief. "It's a healthy baby... Girl!"

Draco's vision blurred momentarily as tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at Hermione with overwhelming love and awe, his voice a hushed whisper filled with reverence, "We have a daughter."

The room was filled with the soft cries of their newborn daughter, a joyous melody that swelled in Hermione and Draco's hearts. Their eyes remained locked in a loving gaze, sharing an unspoken understanding of the precious gift they held in their arms.

However, amidst this moment of bliss, Astoria's experienced eyes couldn't overlook the signs of concern. She shared a worried glance with Ginny, a silent acknowledgment of the situation that had taken a potentially dangerous turn. 

Meanwhile, Astoria exchanged a quick but concerned glance with Ginny. Her experienced eyes had detected something amiss. With a subtle nod, she conveyed the urgency of the situation.

Ginny gently approached Hermione, her expression serious but filled with concern. She placed a reassuring hand on Hermione's shoulder and leaned in to speak softly. "Hermione, I know you wanted as little intervention as possible, but Astoria thinks we should transport you to St Mungo's now. You've lost more blood than expected, and we need to ensure your safety and health."

Ginny moved closer to offer her support, her voice filled with reassurance. "Hermione, we'll get you both to St Mungo's quickly, and they'll take good care of you there."

Hermione's eyes widened in alarm, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she processed Ginny's words. She turned to Astoria, seeking confirmation.

Astoria nodded with a gentle but firm tone. "I understand your wishes, Hermione, but this is necessary to keep you safe. We'll take every precaution."

The urgency of the situation heightened as they transported Hermione to St Mungo's. The color drained from her face, and her breathing became shallow. Draco clutched their newborn daughter in his arms, panic and fear evident in his eyes as he watched Hermione's condition deteriorate.

"Please, you have to save her," he pleaded with desperation, his voice trembling. "You have to save her."

Astoria, her own worry etched across her face, worked feverishly to stabilize Hermione. She spoke to the medical team, issuing quick and precise orders. "We need blood replenishing potions ready, and I want a full team on standby."

Ginny, seeing Draco's distress and understanding the urgency of the situation, gently took him and the baby to another room in the hospital. She tried to soothe him as best as she could, her own heart heavy with worry.

"Draco, they're doing everything they can for Hermione," Ginny reassured him, her voice gentle. "We need to be strong for the baby now."

In the small room at St Mungo's, Draco cradled their sleeping daughter, his gaze shifting between her peaceful face and the closed door that separated them from Hermione and the medical team fighting to save her. His heart ached – the overwhelming love he felt for their newborn daughter and the deep concern and fear for Hermione.

He whispered soothing words to the baby, his voice trembling slightly but filled with tenderness. "It's going to be okay, little one.." Draco rocked the baby gently, feeling a renewed sense of responsibility as her father. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, but the circumstances were far from what he had imagined. Still, he was determined to protect and care for their daughter, no matter what it took.

Ginny watched Draco for a moment, her heart breaking for him. She knew the likelihood of Hermione being okay was very good but these moments were so scary. “You know,” she whispers, “I hemorrhaged with Lily, it’s why she was our last. But I was okay, Hermione is going to be okay.”

Draco glanced at Ginny, gratitude evident in his eyes for her comforting words. He knew she was trying to offer him solace, and it helped ease some of the fear gnawing at his heart.

They sit in silence for a bit longer before curiosity gets the better of her. “So does the little one have a name?"

Draco looked down at the baby in his arms, a small, affectionate smile tugging at his lips despite the worry that weighed on him. "Her name is Lyra," he said softly. "Lyra Granger-Malfoy."

Ginny smiled warmly at the name, finding it beautiful and fitting for the precious baby in Draco's arms. "Lyra... that's a lovely name," she remarked. "Hermione must have had quite a hand in choosing it."

Draco nodded, his eyes never leaving his daughter's peaceful face. "Yes, she did," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness. "Lyra is a small constellation in the northern part of the sky, it’s a Malfoy… Well, a black family custom is to name children after stars, constellations… Hermione loved the idea.” 

***

As Lucius and Narcissa entered the room, they found Draco sitting with Ginny in the waiting room of the maternity ward, his newborn daughter, Lyra, cradled in his arms. Draco looked up at the sound of their entrance, his expression a mix of relief and exhaustion.

Lucius and Narcissa approached them, their concern evident in their eyes. "Draco, how is Hermione?" Lucius asked, his voice tinged with genuine worry.

Draco took a moment to collect himself before responding. "They're still working on her," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "She lost a lot of blood during labor, but Astoria and the Healers are doing everything they can."

Narcissa placed a comforting hand on Draco's shoulder, her expression filled with motherly concern. "We're here for you, Draco," she said softly. "And for Hermione."

Just then, Harry arrived, having been summoned by Ginny. He entered the room, his eyes filled with concern as he saw the somber atmosphere. "What happened?" he asked, his gaze shifting between Draco, Lucius, and Narcissa.

Draco briefly explained the situation, his voice quivering with emotion. "Hermione had complications during labor. She's still in there, and they're working on her. I don't know much else at the moment."

Harry nodded, his worry mirrored by the others in the room. They all knew that Hermione was a fighter, but the uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on their hearts as they awaited news of her condition.

As the family gathered in the hospital room, Draco held baby Lyra gently in his arms. He looked down at his daughter, a small smile on his face and he introduced the newborn with exhausted pride. The room was filled with a mixture of emotions – joy and anticipation for the new addition to the family, but also deep concern for Hermione's well-being. "This is our daughter, Lyra," he said softly. "Lyra Granger-Malfoy."

Lucius and Narcissa exchanged a look of surprise and joy. Narcissa's eyes shimmered with tears as she reached out to gently touch Lyra's tiny fingers. "She's beautiful, Draco," she whispered, her voice filled with love.

Lucius leaned in to gently stroke Lyra's cheek, a rare smile gracing his face. "Indeed, she is," he said softly, his tone filled with warmth. "Welcome to the family, Lyra."

Harry approached, his eyes filled with wonder as he looked at his goddaughter. He reached out to touch her tiny hand gently. "You're a lucky girl, Lyra," he said with a smile. "You've got a wonderful family waiting to love and protect you."

***

As the family shared this touching moment with baby Lyra, they continued to worry about Hermione. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as they waited for any word from the medical team.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the hospital room's door opened, and Astoria emerged. Her mediwitch robes were stained with blood, and her face was marked with deep concern and anxiety. She approached the group, her voice shaky as she spoke.

"There were complications," Astoria began, her words heavy with gravity. "Hermione hemorrhaged badly during labor. We had to perform an emergency procedure to stop the bleeding. She's stable now, thanks to the blood replenishing potions, but she's lost a significant amount of blood."

Draco's heart sank at the news, but he pressed Astoria for more information. "Is she going to be alright? When can we see her?"

Astoria nodded, trying to offer reassurance. "She's in recovery now, and we'll keep her for observation and further testing. It'll take her a few days to fully recover, but she should regain consciousness in the next few hours."

"Thank you, Astoria," Draco said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Please take good care of her."

Astoria nodded, her own relief evident. "Of course, Draco. We'll do everything we can to ensure her full recovery. Now, let's get you and baby into a room, they’ll be moving Hermione soon and I’d like to make sure the little one is healthy as she looks."

Draco nodded, realizing that it was crucial to ensure baby Lyra's health as well. He gently cradled his daughter in his arms, her tiny fingers wrapped around his pinky. Lyra's eyes, a curious shade of gray, were wide open, taking in the world around her.

As they followed Astoria to the adjoining room, Draco felt a deep sense of gratitude and relief. The journey to this moment had been filled with challenges but they had made it through. They were a family now, with a beautiful baby girl who had already captured their hearts.

The room they entered was well-equipped for newborns, and Astoria set about her examination of baby Lyra. Draco watched with nervous excitement as Astoria checked their daughter's vital signs, reflexes, and overall health.

"Lyra seems to be in perfect health," Astoria finally declared with a smile. "Her vital signs are Lucius, Narcissa, and Harry exchanged relieved glances, grateful that Hermione had made it through the ordeal. Draco's grip on baby Lyra tightened as he tried to process the whirlwind of emotions he was experiencing – the joy of welcoming his daughter into the world and the relief that Hermione was going to be okay.strong, and she appears to be a robust and healthy baby."

Draco's heart swelled with pride and relief. He had worried about so many things during Hermione's pregnancy, but now, seeing their daughter in his arms, he felt a profound sense of joy and love. He couldn't wait for Hermione to wake up and meet their little Lyra.

As Draco cradled baby Lyra in his arms, Astoria couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between father and daughter. The soft, silver-blond tufts of hair that crowned Lyra's head mirrored Draco's own, and the way Draco gazed at his daughter with awe and love melted her heart. The little one looked so much like Scorpius when he was born.

She had not loved being pregnant, or being a mother for many months after her son was born, she was ashamed to say. She had suffered from deep post partum depression, but she loved Scorpius now and in this moment she was so deeply grateful for Draco’s patience with her over the years. Seeing him now with his new daughter was melancholy. The beauty of fatherhood, of Draco finding happiness and fulfillment in this new chapter of his life, was bittersweet for her.

She had been Draco's wife, the mother of his first child, and now she was his midwife, helping to bring another precious life into the world. Her gaze softened as she watched Draco and Lyra, her heart filled with a mix of emotions. She had seen Draco transform over the years, evolving from the young man she had married into the caring father he had become. Astoria had learned to appreciate the depth of his love and the patience he had shown her during her darkest moments.

Draco noticed the hint of nostalgia in Astoria's eyes and realized that he was not the only one feeling similar feelings. They had come a long way since their divorce, and while they had their moments of tension and discomfort, they had also found a way to coexist peacefully for the sake of their son, Scorpius.

"Thank you, Astoria," Draco repeated, his voice softer this time. "For everything."

Astoria smiled gently, her feelings of gratitude and appreciation mingling with a touch of sadness. "You're welcome, Draco. Take good care of Lyra and Hermione. I'll check on Hermione's progress, but for now, enjoy your time with your daughter."

With that, Astoria quietly left the room, leaving Draco alone with his new daughter.

***

Draco's attention was fully on Lyra when he heard the soft hum of the hospital door opening. He looked up to see Hermione being wheeled into the room, her complexion so much paler than usual. Relief washed over him as he realized she was safely back in their room.

The mediwitches and wizards accompanying Hermione were quick to reassure Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger is going to be just fine. She's lost some blood, but we've already administered the necessary potions, and she's on the road to recovery. She's a strong witch."

Draco nodded, his eyes never leaving Hermione as they transferred her to the bed. He was so worried for her, but the reassurances of the medical staff eased some of his anxiety.

As they settled Hermione into the bed, Draco gently placed Lyra in the bassinet beside her. He watched over both of them with a protective and loving gaze, his heart swelling with emotion. It wasn’t exactly the moment he had longed for, but at least their family was together.

One of the mediwitches spoke to Draco kindly, "Mr. Malfoy, you must be exhausted. Please do try to get some rest, Miss Granger should wake up soon, and you'll want to be well-rested to welcome her back."

Draco appreciated the offer but couldn't tear his eyes away from Hermione and Lyra. "I'll stay right here," he replied, his voice filled with exhaustion. He wasn't going anywhere until Hermione woke up.

The medical team nodded understandingly and left the room, leaving Draco to keep a watchful eye over his two precious girls.

As the hours passed, Hermione slowly regained her strength. The replenishing potions had done their work, and color returned to her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself in the hospital room, a warm and comforting presence beside her.

Hermione's gaze first landed on Draco, who was seated by her bedside, his eyes filled with relief and love. She offered him a weak but genuine smile, reaching out to him.

Draco took her hand gently, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Hermione," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "You had us worried there."

Hermione's gaze met his, and her heart swelled with love and relief. She managed a weak but genuine smile in return. "Draco..."

Hermione's eyes then shifted to the bassinet beside her bed, and her heart swelled with anticipation. Carefully, Draco helped Hermione sit up, propping pillows behind her to make her more comfortable. Then, he reached for the bassinet and gently lifted baby Lyra into Hermione's arms.

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes as she looked down at their daughter, her heart overflowing with love. "Oh hello, Lyra," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "I'm your mummy." She looked up at Draco, “She absolutely is a Lyra isn’t she? She’s perfect.”

As the little one nestled in Hermione's arms, her tiny face nuzzled into Hermione’s breast, seeking out her source of nourishment instinctively. Hermione's heart swelled with a profound sense of purpose and connection as she guided her daughter to her breast. With a gentle touch, she helped Lyra latch on, and the baby's tiny lips began to suckle.

Draco, unable to tear his eyes away, reached out to gently caress Hermione's cheek. His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, "You're amazing, Hermione. Both of you."

Hermione's fingers traced the tiny contours of Lyra's face, memorizing every delicate feature. Her baby's eyes, still a deep shade of blue, blinked up at her with a sense of curiosity and innocence that melted her heart.

The room remained hushed, filled only with the gentle sounds of their breathing and the occasional coo from Lyra. Draco leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Hermione's forehead. His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, "You're amazing, Mione."

Hermione turned her gaze toward him, her eyes shimmering with love, exhaustion, and happiness. "And you, Draco," she replied softly, "you've been incredible through all of this."

Draco leaned in to place a tender kiss on her lips, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

***

They were released a little over three days later, strict instructions given to them to monitor Hermione’s health and return if anything was remotely wrong. She knew they were incredibly fortunate that she had recovered so quickly, thanks to the wonders of magical healing. It meant they could be back in the comfort of their home and start their life together, away from the harsh light and sterile environment the hospital provided.

As Hermione nestled into her favorite overstuffed chair, she exhaled a sigh of relief. The chair enveloped her like a warm embrace, its plush cushions cradling her as she held little Lyra close. The soft glow of magic-infused lamps cast gentle shadows on the walls, bathing the room in a warm, cozy light that contrasted the harsh brightness of the hospital.

Draco carefully arranged a cushion behind Hermione's back, ensuring she was not only comfortable but also well-supported as she fed their daughter. He sat in a nearby chair as he watched the two most important women in his life.

Hermione's gaze was tender as it fell upon Lyra, the baby had her mother's button nose and she had inherited her father's platinum-blond hair, which was already showing signs of growing thicker with each passing day. Her eyes, though, had softened from the electric blue she’d been born with and were already turning a shade of gray that mirrored Draco's. She was the perfect combination of them. Her tiny fingers curled around Hermione's as she suckled peacefully and Hermione marveled at the perfection of their creation.

They were nearing Hermione’s birthday, August having melted away into September while they were in the hospital. Her forty first just around the corner. If she could go back thirty years to that very first day at Hogwarts and tell herself that her former school yard bully would be the father to her child? Even just going back a year ago, looking down at Lyra she couldn’t quite decipher if she had truly been happy without children or just that she had been fulfilled in a different way.

Now that she was here, she couldn’t imagine life without the little one at her breast, or as she peered up at Draco, without him. 

As Lyra suckled peacefully, Hermione turned her attention to Draco, her brow furrowing, "Love, when do you think Scorpius will be here to meet his sister? He must be so excited."

Draco settled into a nearby chair, "I spoke to him earlier, and he's eager to meet Lyra. I promised him that he'd be one of the first to visit once we were back home from the hospital. I thought we'd give you some time to rest first."

Hermione smiled, her eyes softening as she gazed at Draco. "You're a wonderful father, you know that?"

Draco's lips curled into a tender smile. "And you're an amazing mother. Our daughter is lucky to have you, Hermione."

As they shared this moment of quiet contentment, the sound of a Floo Network connection being activated echoed in the room. Both Hermione and Draco turned their attention to the fireplace as the green flames flickered. Moments later, Scorpius Malfoy stepped out, a wide excited grin on his face.

"Scorpius!" Hermione exclaimed with joy, carefully lifting Lyra from her breast and cradling her in her arms as she stood up to greet her stepson. 

Draco stood as well, his expression full of pride as he watched Scorpius approach. The young man's eyes widened in wonder as he peered at the tiny bundle in Hermione's arms. "Meet Lyra, Scorpius," Draco said, his voice filled with affection. "Your sister."

Scorpius hesitated for a moment before carefully extending a finger to gently touch Lyra's tiny hand. His eyes softened as he made contact with the new addition to their family. "She's beautiful," he whispered.

Hermione beamed at Scorpius. "She's excited to meet her big brother too, aren't you, Lyra?" she cooed, gently rocking the baby in her arms.

Scorpius couldn't tear his eyes away from his little sister. The smile on his face was contagious as he leaned closer to Lyra. "I'm going to be the best big brother ever, Lyra," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

As they all settled into a comfortable silence, they embraced the joy and wonder of this new chapter in not just their lives, but Scorpius’ as well. 

*****

A year had passed since Lyra's arrival had filled the Granger-Malfoy households with joy and laughter. Today marked her first birthday, a momentous occasion that brought the family together in celebration. Hermione, had held onto her flat as a symbol of independence, had gradually started spending more time in the manor and embracing her role as a part of the Malfoy household. It was a decision that had come naturally as she realized that home was wherever Draco, Lyra, and Scorpius were.

The house elves had taken Lyra under their wing, just as they had done with Scorpius as he had grown up. They adored the little girl and spared no effort to make her first birthday a magical experience. They prepared Lyra's favorite foods and even conjured small, colorful creatures to entertain her, which had her giggling with delight.

Narcissa, who had always loved being a grandmother to Scorpius, was a constant presence by Lyra's side during the celebration. She had made it clear to Hermione early on that she had no cares about blood purity and was only determined to be a source of love to not only Lyra, but also to Hermione if she would have her. She couldn't have been prouder or happier to see her family thriving and growing. Her eyes sparkled with affection as she watched Lyra and Scorpius play together.

Lucius, on the other hand, had shared a more tentative relationship with Hermione. However, as time had passed, they discovered a surprising commonality in their sense of humor and even their thirst for knowledge, leading to some interesting conversations over the past year and a half, bridging the gap between them.

Scorpius had graduated from Hogwarts only a few months prior, and he had started on a new journey for himself, joining his father at Malfoy Industries. Though despite his busy schedule, he consistently found time for his little sister, today was a particularly special day for everyone. He knelt beside Lyra, who was seated on a beautifully decorated blanket in the garden of the manor, surrounded by colorful streamers and enchanting flowers.

"Happy birthday, Lyra," Scorpius whispered, his voice filled with affection as he presented her with a small gift. It was a plush toy owl, its eyes wide and bright, just like Lyra's.

Lyra's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she reached for the gift, her tiny fingers grasping the soft toy. She giggled, her laughter like music to everyone's ears, and hugged the plush owl to her chest.

Draco stood nearby, a proud smile on his face as he watched his children. He couldn't have asked for a better day to celebrate Lyra's first birthday. The sprawling Malfoy gardens had been transformed into a magical wonderland for Lyra's birthday party. Colorful balloons floated in the air, and the scent of freshly bloomed flowers filled the atmosphere. Tables were adorned with decorations that sparkled and shimmered in the sunlight, and the soft laughter of children could be heard as they played games and enjoyed the festivities.

The Weasley’s, ever true to their word, became the most wonderful stand in grandparents and it made Hermione’s heart ache with gratitude every time she saw the little one snuggled in Molly or Arthur Weasley’s arms. She had grown up as an only child with grandparents who had passed away early in life, isolated in a family with no aunts, uncles, or cousins. To know that Lyra would grow up with all the Weasleys as her honorary cousins made her heart soar.

Draco's friends also played a significant role in their lives, offering a different kind of support and love. Unlike the Weasleys, many of Draco's friends had waited until later in life to have children, and it was a delight to see their offspring grow alongside Lyra, forming a close-knit group of honorary cousins and children similar in age. Their gatherings and playdates filled their home with laughter, and Hermione felt blessed that their daughter would have such a diverse and loving group of people to call family.

Theo Nott's twins, a boy and a girl just a few months older than Lyra, had taken on the role of protective older cousins with great enthusiasm. Currently, the three of them sat on a vibrant picnic blanket, their heads bent together in a game of magical building blocks, while Scorpius watched with a smile.

Under a large oak tree, Blaise and Pansy Zabini, always dressed elegantly, engaged in a lively conversation with Gregory Goyle and his wife. Their eyes occasionally flickered toward their children, who played beneath the tree's comforting shade.

Nearby, Draco mingled with his friends, sharing laughter and reminiscing about their Hogwarts days and how life had changed for everyone since. He couldn't stop himself from stealing glances at Hermione, his heart brimming with love and gratitude for the life they had built together. Amid the joyful chatter and laughter, Draco's heart held a secret, one he had been planning for a while. Today, on their daughter's first birthday, surrounded by friends and family, he was determined to make it official.

He had been carrying a small velvet box in his pocket all day, waiting for the right moment to propose to Hermione. He had meticulously planned every detail, from the enchanting garden setting to the presence of their loved ones.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, the quiet of the evening setting in, Draco saw his opportunity. The time had come to make their bond official in the most magical way possible.

Draco approached Hermione, his heart racing with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He reached out and gently touched her arm to get her attention, and when she turned to him, her eyes filled with warmth and curiosity.

"Hermione," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "there's something I've been wanting to ask you."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she looked into Draco's eyes, which held a deep and sincere intensity. She felt a sense of anticipation building, and her curiosity got the best of her. "What is it, Draco?"

He took a deep breath and dropped down on one knee, the small velvet box appearing in his hand as if by magic. Gasps of surprise rippled through the nearby crowd as they realized what was happening.

Draco opened the box to reveal a stunning diamond ring, glistening in the dappled sunlight. His voice trembled with emotion as he spoke, "Hermione Granger, you've brought so much light and love into my life. You're not just the mother of our beautiful Lyra, but you're also the love of my life. I can't imagine spending my days without you by my side, and I don't want to. Will you marry me?"

Hermione's tears flowed freely now, and her radiant smile could have outshone the stars. She nodded enthusiastically, unable to speak through her tears, and Draco slid the ring onto her finger. His lips met hers in a tender and passionate kiss. Their friends cheered and clapped, and Lyra, sensing the joy in the air, let out a delighted giggle from her spot on the picnic blanket.

Their family and friends, who had been watching the heartfelt proposal in anticipation, erupted into cheers and applause. It was a magical moment filled with love, and it marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

***

The months flew by in a whirlwind of preparations and anticipation. The wedding of Draco and Hermione had been coined the "wedding of the century" by the wizarding world, with newspapers and magazines speculating about every detail, from the venue to the menu. However, the couple had other plans.

Despite the wishes of both Narcissa and Molly, Draco and Hermione decided on a private and intimate wedding. They wanted a celebration surrounded only by their absolute closest family and friends, a day that would be about their love and commitment to each other rather than a grand spectacle.

So they found themselves choosing New Years Eve as the day they would marry. The day that had started it all just two years before.

As the wedding day dawned, Hermione was filled with excitement and nervous anticipation. She had spent the morning with Ginny Weasley and Pansy Zabini, her two closest friends and bridesmaids, getting ready for the ceremony. The room was filled with the soft hum of conversation and laughter as they attended to every detail.

Ginny, radiant in her elegant emerald green gown, carefully adjusted Hermione's veil with a gentle touch. "You look absolutely stunning, Hermione," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Pansy, her dark hair elegantly styled, held a delicate bouquet of blue thistle and pale roses, a perfect complement to Hermione's gown. "Indeed, breathtaking," she added, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Hermione's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked at her dear friends. "Thank you both for being here with me today. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Ginny hugged Hermione gently, her eyes misting with emotion. "You're like a sister to me, Hermione. This day means the world to all of us."

Pansy joined the embrace, and the three friends shared a moment of quiet love and camaraderie.

The hours slipped away as Hermione was carefully dressed in her elegant ivory gown, which flowed gracefully around her. Her hair, a cascade of chestnut waves, was styled in loose, romantic curls, and her makeup enhanced her natural beauty.

***

Malfoy Manor had been transformed into a vision of enchantment for the wedding. The grand entrance hall, with its towering marble columns, was adorned with garlands of white roses and pale blue hydrangeas. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, ethereal glow throughout the space. A champagne colored carpet, plush and regal, stretched from the entrance to the elegant altar.

Lucius, Harry, Draco, and Scorpius formed an impeccable tableau at the altar, their presence commanding attention and respect. The grandeur of Malfoy Manor's elegant entrance hall provided a striking backdrop to this momentous occasion.

Lucius, standing tall and regal, was the epitome of dignified authority. His silver hair was meticulously groomed, and his tailored suit accentuated his aristocratic bearing. Every gesture exuded the refinement of his heritage, a symbol of the Malfoy legacy.

Beside him, Blaise, Draco’s dearest friend and a vital part of his life, stood with an air of quiet support. His innate charm and impeccable style added a touch of sophistication to the gathering. His sharp attire complemented the elegance of the occasion, and his warm smile conveyed both pride and genuine happiness for his friend on this momentous day.

Draco, the groom, radiated sophistication and quiet confidence. His gray eyes shimmered with a mixture of love and anticipation as he eagerly awaited Hermione's arrival. His sleek suit was perfectly fitted, and his posture reflected the poised demeanor of a man about to embark on a life-altering journey.

Scorpius, the best man and a bridge between generations, carried himself with youthful charm and a hint of mature gravitas. His presence at his father's side symbolized the continuation of the Malfoy legacy, a blend of heritage and the promise of the future.

As they stood together under the soft light of crystal chandeliers, the grandeur of the manor's entrance hall added an extra layer of enchantment to the moment. The guests, seated in rows of white chairs with pale blue sashes. The air was filled with an aura of magic and love, and the gardens beyond the grand windows were blanketed in a layer of snow, casting a picturesque scene worthy of a fairytale wedding.

As the strains of a beautiful melody began to play, all eyes turned to the entrance. The double doors swung open, and Pansy and Ginny walked down the aisle together. Shortly after followed by a toddling Lyra, who was clearly the star of the show. 

A hush fell over the room as Hermione stepped into the hall, a vision of grace and beauty. Her ivory gown trailed behind her, the delicate lace and satin shimmering in the soft light. Her veil, adorned with small crystals, caught the radiance of the chandeliers, casting a sparkling aura around her.

The guests held their collective breath as Hermione made her way down the aisle, her arm linked with Harry Potter’s, his face filled with pride as he escorted his sister toward her future.

Draco's breath caught in his throat as he watched Hermione approach. Scorpius offered a reassuring pat on his father's back, and Lucius gave him a knowing nod. Blaise’s gaze was filled with admiration for the couple, knowing the significance of this moment in their lives.

As Hermione reached the altar, she and Harry shared a tender moment, a silent exchange of love and blessings. Then, with a graceful smile, Hermione turned her attention to Draco, and their eyes locked in a powerful, unspoken connection. 

The ceremony proceeded with grace and elegance, each word of love and commitment exchanged by Hermione and Draco resonating in the hearts of their friends and family. Vows were spoken, promises made, and rings exchanged, sealing their love in the presence of their closest loved ones. As the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, cheers and applause filled the grand entrance hall, and the couple shared a passionate kiss, sealing their union.

The reception that followed was a grand affair, filled with laughter, music, and dancing. The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor had been transformed into a magical wonderland, with twinkling lights and delicate fairy decorations. Tables adorned with white and pale blue flowers stretched out in all directions, and the guests reveled in the festive atmosphere.

As the evening wore on, Draco and Hermione danced together, their hearts overflowing with joy and love. The clock on the wall chimed, signaling the approach of midnight. The room buzzed with anticipation as everyone gathered around to welcome the new year.

Draco pulled Hermione close, his eyes locked onto hers. "Two years ago, we welcomed the new year together," he whispered, his voice filled with sentiment.

Hermione's smile was tender as she gazed into his eyes. "Yes, and look how far we've come since then," she replied, her voice equally filled with emotion.

They shared a kiss as the clock's chimes grew louder, marking the final seconds of the year. When midnight finally arrived, cheers and fireworks erupted outside, and Draco and Hermione took that time to sneak away to have a quiet moment to themselves.

Amidst the celebration, Hermione leaned in close to Draco's ear. "You know, I think this New Year's Eve is even more special than the last," she whispered, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Draco furrowed his brow, puzzled. "Why's that?"

Hermione's grin was infectious. "Because, my love," she said softly, "we're going to have another baby."

Draco's eyes widened in surprise and joy, and then a delighted smile broke across his face. "Really?" he exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement. "That's incredible news!"

As the clock struck midnight and the year began anew, Draco and Hermione held each other close, their story had come full circle, and they knew that their life together was a never ending adventure.