Aroura

2 years Later

Two years had passed since Draco and Hermione officially reunited, and life had settled into a beautifully chaotic rhythm. Hermione was now the esteemed Head of International Magical Relations at the Ministry of Magic, a position that allowed her to reshape international wizarding policies. Draco had taken the reins of the Malfoy family businesses, transforming their reputation with his charm and sharp wit. Together, they had built a life that balanced work, family, and love.

But their proudest achievement wasn't their careers—it was Lyra and Scorpius, who were now seven years old and as cheeky as ever.

It was a bright Saturday morning at Malfoy Manor, now a far more welcoming place since Draco had redecorated with Hermione's help. Gone were the dark, somber tapestries; they'd been replaced with light, airy furnishings and enchanted windows that always let in sunshine, even on cloudy days.

Hermione walked into the breakfast room, dressed in casual jeans and a loose sweater, her hair tied in a messy bun. She stopped in her tracks, trying not to laugh at the scene before her.

Draco was at the breakfast table, his hair sticking up wildly, as Lyra stood on a chair behind him, holding a brush and attempting to "fix" it. Scorpius sat across the table, his face buried in the Daily Prophet's Quidditch section, looking far too serious for a seven-year-old. A plate of half-eaten toast hovered midair between him and the table, wobbling precariously.

"Lyra," Hermione said, biting back a grin, "what are you doing to your father?"

"I'm giving him a *cool dad hairstyle*," Lyra replied matter-of-factly, tilting Draco's head so she could brush at a better angle. "He said he'd take us to Diagon Alley today, so he has to look *awesome*."

Draco sighed dramatically. "This is what I get for agreeing to take them shopping. Lyra, I don't think 'awesome' involves yanking my hair out."

Hermione chuckled and walked over, leaning down to kiss Draco on the cheek. "Good morning, handsome. I think your hairstylist has it under control."

"Morning," he muttered, glancing up at her with an exaggeratedly pained expression. "Please tell me you're coming with us."

Hermione smirked. "And miss watching you get bossed around by two mini-Malfoys? Not a chance."

Scorpius finally looked up from his paper, his silver eyes twinkling. "Dad promised I could pick out a new broomstick!"

"No, *I* promised we'd look at broomsticks," Draco corrected, raising an eyebrow. "Not that we'd *buy* one. You're seven. You don't need the newest Firebolt."

"But I'm going to be a Seeker like Uncle Harry!" Scorpius said, puffing out his chest.

"Maybe," Hermione cut in, ruffling Scorpius's hair, "when you're old enough to *actually* play Quidditch on a team."

Lyra hopped down from her chair, abandoning the brush, and crossed her arms. "And *I'm* going to buy a new wand holster. My old one is boring."

"You don't even have a wand yet," Draco pointed out.

Lyra rolled her eyes, a gesture she'd clearly inherited from her mother. "It's called being *prepared*, Daddy."

Draco groaned but smiled. "Fine, fine. Everyone get ready, and we'll head to Diagon Alley." ---
By mid-morning, they were strolling through Diagon Alley, attracting attention as they went. The Malfoy name still carried weight, but Hermione's presence beside Draco softened the usual whispers. The twins, however, were too focused on their own plans to notice.

Their first stop was Quality Quidditch Supplies, where Scorpius ran straight to the display of broomsticks. He pointed excitedly at the newest Firebolt Eclipse, which was enchanted to glow faintly at night.

"This one, Dad!" he said, his voice filled with awe. "Look how fast it is!"

"Scorpius," Draco said with mock sternness, crouching down to meet his son's eager gaze, "you're more likely to break your neck than fly on that."

Scorpius huffed, crossing his arms. "You're the one who said I'd be a great Seeker one day!" Draco exchanged a look with Hermione, who was barely suppressing her laughter. "I said you *could* be a great Seeker. You need to practice first."

Meanwhile, Lyra had wandered into a corner filled with colourful enchanted Quidditch gloves. 

"Mum, look at these!" she said, holding up a pair that sparkled with every colour of the rainbow. "Aren't they *so pretty*?"

Hermione grinned. "They're very pretty, Lyra. Are you planning to take up Quidditch, too?"

"No," Lyra said confidently. "I just want them for *fashion*."

Draco groaned. "Fashion? Merlin, help me." ---
After a morning of shopping, they stopped at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour for a treat. Hermione sat with Draco at an outdoor table, enjoying the rare London sunshine. Lyra and Scorpius, both armed with enormous sundaes, were whispering to each other conspiratorially.

"What are you two up to?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Nothing!" Lyra said innocently, her spoon halfway to her mouth.

Draco smirked. "That's the least convincing 'nothing' I've ever heard."

Before they could press further, Lyra giggled and flicked a dollop of whipped cream at Scorpius, who retaliated with a small scoop of chocolate ice cream.

"Oi!" Draco barked, but his attempt at sternness was ruined by the amused glint in his eyes.

Hermione tried to keep a straight face as the twins dissolved into laughter. "Lyra, Scorpius, behave," she said, though her tone was light.

The kids grinned at each other, then turned to their parents with mischievous looks.

"You wouldn't dare," Draco said, narrowing his eyes.

But they did. Lyra flung a spoonful of strawberry sauce at Draco, hitting his shirt, while Scorpius aimed a dollop of vanilla ice cream at Hermione.

The resulting food fight was brief but messy, with Draco and Hermione both joining in before finally calling a truce. By the end, they were all laughing so hard they could barely breathe, much to the amusement of passersby. ---
Back at the Granger Cottage that evening, the family sprawled out in the living room. The twins were playing with their new enchanted toys while Draco and Hermione sat on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Today was... chaotic," Draco said with a tired but contented smile.

"And fun," Hermione added, glancing up at him.

He kissed the top of her head. "Always fun with you, Granger."

Lyra looked up from her toy, a sly grin on her face. "Are you two going to kiss *again*? Because it's *gross*."

Scorpius nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Mum, we're right *here*."

Draco smirked. "Get used to it, kids. Your mum and I like grossing you out."

Lyra and Scorpius groaned dramatically, but their laughter gave them away.

As the evening wound down, the house filled with warmth, laughter, and the kind of joy only family could bring. Draco and Hermione exchanged a look, both silently agreeing: this was everything they'd ever wanted.