Aroura

Happily Ever After

Married life suited Hermione and Draco in ways neither of them could have imagined. Their love had always been intense, but marriage brought a new kind of peace—a steady warmth that wrapped around their little family like a cozy blanket. It had been six months since their wedding, and the Malfoy-Granger household was thriving in a way that balanced magic, chaos, and a lot of laughter. ---
The mornings were Hermione's favorite. She had moved into Malfoy Manor after their honeymoon, and together, she and Draco had worked to make it feel like home. The once-intimidating grandeur was softened with Hermione's touches—Muggle books stacked on tables, cheerful photos of Lyra and Scorpius on the walls, and a warm, inviting kitchen where the family spent most of their time.

"Daddy, you're burning it!" Lyra giggled, perched on the counter as Draco attempted to flip pancakes with his wand.

"I'm not burning it," Draco protested, though a faint trail of smoke curled up from the pan. "I'm giving it... character."

Scorpius snorted from the table, where he was munching on a piece of toast. "Mum's pancakes are better."

Hermione entered the kitchen just in time, her hair tied up in a messy bun, a knowing smile on her face. "Is that so?"

Draco turned, his smirk playful. "I'd like to see you do better, Mrs. Malfoy."

With a flick of her wand, Hermione sent the pancake spinning perfectly onto a plate, golden and flawless.

"Show-off," Draco muttered, but the smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

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Parenting Lyra and Scorpius was a never-ending adventure. The twins were now seven, and their personalities shone brighter every day.

Lyra was bold and curious, always asking questions and challenging authority—traits Draco claimed she got from Hermione. Scorpius, on the other hand, was thoughtful and observant, often pulling pranks with a mischievous charm that was undeniably his father's.

One Saturday, the family decided to explore a magical park in Diagon Alley. Lyra insisted on trying every enchanted ride, while Scorpius managed to convince his father to win him a stuffed Hippogriff from a tricky carnival game.

"You're spoiling him," Hermione teased as Draco handed the prize to Scorpius.

"He's my son. It's my duty," Draco replied smugly. ---
Despite their busy careers—Hermione as the Head of International Magical Relations and Draco managing the vast Malfoy business empire—they always made time for each other.

One evening, after the kids were tucked into bed, Hermione found Draco in the library, poring over a stack of documents.

"You know," she said, leaning against the doorway, "for someone who claims to dislike paperwork, you certainly spend a lot of time with it."

Draco looked up, a smirk curling his lips. "And for someone who claims to be busy, you seem to have time to admire me."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. Crossing the room, she settled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Remember when we hated each other?" she teased.

He chuckled, his hand resting on her waist. "I remember you throwing insults like hexes and me pretending not to be fascinated by you."

"And now?"

"And now," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple, "I get to call you mine." ---
Every evening ended with bedtime stories—a ritual Hermione had insisted on. Lyra and Scorpius piled into their parents' bed as Draco read from an old magical fairytale book, his deep voice making the stories come alive.

"Daddy," Lyra interrupted one night, "do you think you're the prince in the story?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, glancing at Hermione, who was unsuccessfully stifling a laugh.

"I think I'm better than the prince," he said smoothly. "I married the smartest, most beautiful princess in the world."

Lyra sighed dreamily, while Scorpius gagged in mock disgust. "Gross."

"You'll understand one day," Hermione said, ruffling Scorpius's hair.

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After the kids were asleep, Hermione and Draco often spent time on the balcony overlooking the Manor's vast gardens.

Wrapped in a blanket, Hermione leaned against Draco's chest as they shared a glass of wine. The stars above twinkled like diamonds, and the soft hum of magic in the air made everything feel right.

"Do you ever think about how far we've come?" Hermione asked softly.

"All the time," Draco admitted, brushing his lips against her hair. "Sometimes it feels like a dream."

She turned to face him, her eyes shining. "It's not a dream, Draco. This is our life."

"And I wouldn't trade it for anything," he said, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.

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Life wasn't perfect—it was messy and unpredictable, but it was theirs.

Draco and Hermione had built something beautiful together: a family filled with love, laughter, and a touch of magic. And as they sat together, watching the moonlight spill over the gardens, they knew their story was far from over.

It was only the beginning of forever.