Until the end Dramione

EPILOGUE

Aurors rushed Draco and seized him without further ado. They were already taking him away when Hermione realized what had just happened. As if she'd just been hit in the face with a bucket of cold water, she leapt to her feet and ran towards Draco, who was still struggling. The young woman's face expressed nothing but destitution and profound distress. She felt as if her heart was compressing, preventing her from breathing. She could no longer control her tears, which were already streaming down her satiny skin.

When they saw her coming, the Aurors released their hold on Draco and she ran into his arms, clinging on with all her might as if her life depended on it. She wanted to remember him, his scent, his face, the perfection of his features, the softness of his skin. She wanted to imprint it all on her mind. And she held on with all her might. She didn't want to see him go again. It was too cruel.

Draco, who was hugging her, heard her say between sobs, "I believe you, Draco... I believe you". He stroked her hair, his jaws clenched, his heart threatening to stop beating several times. He didn't want to part with her. She was his whole life, his reason to fight, and his hope. And now he had to leave her? This was torture.

Hermione eased a little from his embrace, her cheeks flushed, her eyes teary.

- Draco, I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father!" she could barely articulate, her throat aching.

- I know... I know..." he murmured, taking her back into his arms.

But just when they both wanted the moment to last forever, Hermione felt someone pull her away from Draco. Who could be so cruel? The two Aurors had pulled her back by the arms. Hermione felt as if a part of her had been torn from her, her only breath of life.

- Draco!" she cried in despair.

- I hope our child will have your eyes and your smile. You'll teach him lots of things, and he'll be smart like you. You'll tell him that his father loves him. You'll be a wonderful mother. Be happy.

- Not without you... not without you... she begged in a broken voice.

- Take care of her, please," Draco said to Pierre. Give her all the love she deserves. The second home is yours.

Hermione watched helplessly as the Aurors took Draco away while Pierre held her back. No. She couldn't let him go like that. She broke free of Peter's grip and ran to Draco, whom she kissed with all the strength she had left. Their lips matched perfectly. Draco's arms around her waist, like a refuge, a home, a warm, safe shelter she wouldn't leave for anything in the world.

A last kiss heavy with feeling. A last kiss where each of them showed what they had always felt. One last kiss of hope. One last kiss...

- I'll be back. I promise!" he shouted as the Aurors dragged him away.

- I love you!

- I love you too!

And he disappeared from her field of vision.

***

Eight months had passed since Draco's conviction. Hermione had moved to the Malfoy second home. Pierre had accompanied her. He looked after her as Draco had asked, but remained nothing more than a very good friend.

Although Draco's judgment had devastated Hermione, she didn't despair. She had kept the last promise he had made her. She still had hope of seeing him again one day. As the days passed, she had watched her belly grow, bigger and bigger. She talked to her future child, telling it stories about its father. Not a day went by that she didn't think of him. Every night she spent alone in the big bed brought back memories. At first, she cried silently, watering the pillows with her tears, her sorrow, her grief. But the more time passed, the more she told herself that he wouldn't like her being so unhappy. So she began to fall asleep with a smile on her face and the hope of his return. As she gazed out to sea, listening to the cool sea breeze, she saw his face again, heard his voice, and felt alive. She kept hoping he'd come back. Always...

*

That day, Hermione was out, as usual, tramping the warm sand of the beach, when a 'pop' made her turn around. Narcissa Malfoy was there on the beach, looking as elegant as ever.

- I see you haven't changed a thing... said Narcissa, setting the cup of tea back down on the coffee table in the living room.

She had a kind smile on her lips. The sight of Hermione moved her.

- How many months are you...

- Eight. 'It's been eight months,' she replied with a smile, stroking her belly through her gray cotton dress.

- After Draco's conviction," she began in a tone that suggested she wanted to apologize. I didn't have the courage to come back here. I was too afraid of the memories... that they'd stop me from moving on.

- Memories don't always stop you from moving on... they also give you hope.

Mrs. Malfoy rose from her armchair to sit beside Hermione. She looked into her eyes, smiling tenderly.

- You're so pretty," she said, stroking her hair. I'm sorry I haven't been here all this time.

She took Hermione in her arms and began to cry. Hermione gently stroked her back and whispered, "It's all right..."

***

- Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Ahhh!

- Come here, you!" exclaimed Hermione, laughing and taking the three-year-old in her arms. What's got you so scared? Oh, look! It's nothing at all. It's just a little bird that's been pecking at your hand. Can't you see it? He's so sweet.

- Yes! Who's he?

- It's a bird.

- No! Who's that?

Hermione looked in the direction her child was pointing. A silhouette stood out in the sunlight. She took the child in her arms and walked slowly towards the stranger.

- Oh, he's beautiful!

- Yes, he's the most handsome of men," Hermione agreed with a smile, without taking her eyes off the man standing in front of her.

He moved closer to her. His platinum-blond hair was perfectly combed and he was wearing black pants and a white shirt that waggled in the wind. His eyes were blue-gray and deeply bewitching. When he had reached Hermione's height, he said with a charming smile:

- Good morning.

- "Good morning," she replied, gazing into his eyes. Hope, this is your dad.

- Hello, Mister Dad!

- Hello there," he said, taking her in his arms. What a pretty little girl you are...

The little girl blushed and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Hope was the spitting image of her father. Her hair was bright blond, almost white in the sunlight, her eyes deep blue, like an ocean. But Draco noticed that she had her mother's smile. The little girl hugged her father, who felt her little fingers squeezing him behind his neck, and he had never felt so happy and alive.

***

- I was lucky Potter was able to convince the Wizengamot," said Draco, putting his arm around his wife's shoulders.

- Are you still thinking about it? Me, I was wondering... There's one thing you still haven't told me, Hermione added as she turned over in bed.

- What's that?

- What happened that night? That famous night I forgot.

- Kiss me," was his only reply.

- Come on, give me a serious answer!

- Kiss me," repeated Draco with a teasing smile.

She understood immediately and kissed him gently.

- I've never asked you..." Draco continued.

- What's that?

- Why Hope?

- Because she's the fruit of our hope...

Thank you to everyone who has followed 'Until the end' from the very beginning! I applaud your patience, because it couldn't have been easy all the time, especially with this broken English. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for giving me the strength to keep writing! I really loved writing this first Dramione in English! THANK YOU AGAIN FOR EVERYTHING!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!