Draco Malfoy and the Seven

Epilogue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52774006 Hermione's POV

The weeks following the Death Eater compound raid were the most peaceful Hermione had had in years. She was free to come and go as she pleased again and took full advantage of that by spending hours bouncing between her Hogsmeade village store and stocking the new location. Hannah had been an immense help in sorting through applicants who would be hired in Diagon Alley, and Hermione would forever be grateful for her dedication.

Harry had been released from the hospital only two days after he'd been rescued. Apparently, Dolohov had spent little time around Harry while he was being held captive, so the worst of his physical ailments was dehydration and hypothermia. Upon his release, he and Draco returned to the castle in Scotland with a cleanup team to locate the hidden Horcruxes and remove any evidence of the battle. Harry hadn't been thrilled at the amount of death he was met with, but he understood why Draco and Viktor had made the choices they did; if it had been Ginny, he may have done the same thing. The recovered Horcruxes had been completely destroyed to prevent any nefarious plans from being carried out in the future.

As Draco had promised, Dolohov was buried in an unmarked grave outside the castle he had inhabited. Hermione had thought about joining Draco, so she could spit on his grave but thought if she forgot about him entirely, it would be a much worse punishment for the man who craved power.

As Hermione's body steadily changed from her curvy figure to rounder hips and more of a waddle than a sway, Draco seemed unable to keep his hands off her. If they were eating dinner, he'd insist she sit to the left of him so he could rest his hand on her belly while she ate, claiming he was learning their food likes and dislikes from an early age. At night, she always slept curled against his chest as he held his whole world between his arms; at least, that's what he told her when she tried to scoot away because she was always hot.

At their six-month check-up, they had decided to get new ultrasound pictures taken; she and Draco had both bawled like babies when they saw their three little melons squished together.

By their eight-month checkup, Draco was more of a mess than Hermione. On her worst days, she had to be fifty times, couldn't decide what to eat, or had uncontrollable horniness. Draco was a fan of that last one, though; he never tired of kissing, touching, or loving her. He followed her around like a mother hen, and it was driving her batty. She'd taken to spending most of her free time making sure the nursery was set up for the arrival of the triplets. Draco had been right, much as she was loathe to admit it. Babies Lyra, Leo, and Scorpius would be joining them in the next two weeks.

Draco's POV

On October 1st, 2003, Draco and Hermione welcomed their three healthy babies into the world. Little Lyra had cinnamon curls, chocolate eyes, and rosy, pink lips. Like her mother, she was a force to be reckoned with. She demanded to be the first born of the three, and Draco was wrapped around her little fingers the moment he set his gaze on her. He wasn't ashamed to admit he had cried earnestly as a cheek-aching smile spread across his face.

Leo followed soon after, and he sported the Malfoy blonde locks with his mother's chocolate eyes. Draco could only chuckle as his boy put his lungs to work and showed the healers just how loud he could be. Narcissa had taken over, cooing over Leo while Jean rocked Lyra to sleep. As much as Draco wanted to hold his babies, he needed to be there for Hermione. Scorpius was by far the hardest of the three, refusing to make his way into the world until he was good and ready.

"You're doing so good, Love. Our babies are so perfect, just like their momma. Just a little longer, and Scorpius will be here. Hermione gripped his hand and let out a banshee yell as another contraction hit her, and she clenched down on herself; with one last push, Scorpius Malfoy entered the world. He was a replica of his father down to the shape of his mouth.

All three babies were laid on Hermion's chest, and Draco thought his heart might literally implode. For a singular moment in time, the world stopped spinning, and the only thing that existed was the phenomenal woman before him and the three little ones nestled against her. A slow exhale left Draco's body, and his chest deflated; as he inhaled, time sped back up. He watched as Scorpius rooted against Hermione's chest in search of nourishment.

"Alright, it's Scorp's turn, you two. Go pester Daddy for a minute." Granger whispers against the soft skin of Leo and Lyra's heads. The room had gone quiet as the last of the nurses moved about the space, helping to clean Hermione up and offer help as needed. Draco transfigured his chair into a rocker and started the soothing back-and-forth motion with Leo tucked into one arm and Lyra into the other. He watched as Scorp latched on like an expert and ate his fill until he was snoozing just as hard as his brother and sister.

"They're perfect, Hermione. Thank you, Love. I could never thank you enough for everything we have together." Draco whispers while he tries to convey all of his love through his eyes.

"They are pretty perfect, aren't they?" Hermione's eyes shine with unshed tears as she gently kisses Scorpius's cheek.

"I may be a little biased, but yeah, they are." Lyra makes a soft cooing noise that makes Draco's heart clench in his chest. He was so gone for the four people before him, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Hermione's POV

Buzz

Buzz

Buzz

Buzz

What in the world? Hermione nearly fumbles out of bed as her wand continues to vibrate, alerting her to the babies waking in the next room. After throwing on a robe, she pads barefoot to the nursery. The soft glow from the constellations charmed on the ceiling provides enough light for her to see her three sleeping babies in their side-by-side cribs easily.

Her sleep-addled brain starts to clear, and she notices all three infants staring up at her expectantly. Their outfits have been changed since they were put down for bed.

"What's this?" She questions as she looks first at Leo's top.

Will-Leo

You-Lyra

Marry-Scorpius

A soft click from the door has Hermione spinning around. Draco waits on one knee, sporting a shirt that says me.

"Draco, what is this?" Hermione asks through her trembling voice.

"Hermione Jean Granger. Love of my life, mother to my children. I was living a cold life of lonely days and barren nights. The day you made me a father will forever be one of the most fulfilling days of my life, but the day you said you loved me. That day made me whole. I want nothing more than to be your husband and for you to be my wife. I promise to be there for the sick days, the happy days, the messy days, and the forever days. Will you marry me, Hermione?" Tears stream freely down Hermione's cheeks, but she doesn't care; there had never been an expectation between her and Draco that just because they had children, they had to get married; they wanted to do it in their own time and when they were ready. The words that Draco described to her were the same unspoken words she felt in her heart.

"Draco Malfoy, I take you for the good, bad, messy, and forever days. Please make me your wife." Hermione drops to her knees so they are equal as they profess their promises and love for one another.

"I'm going to wife you up so hard, Granger," Draco responds through his watery laugh.

"That's Malfoy to you, husband." Hermione corrects with a knowing grin.

"You never cease to surprise me, witch. Let's get these kids back to sleep so I can show my appreciation properly."

Hermione can only smile as she thinks of the happy days, the bad days, the messy days, and the forever days ahead of her.