Forced Love

Epilogue

And I just realized Rowan is not Oakley anymore.  Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story! Thank you guys for supporting me when I wrote terrible, 15 word chapters because I was busy, or I didn't update for 15 centuries.  In a few weeks, at the beginning of 2016 (ish), I will be uploading the first chapter in a Joe Sugg fanfic.  Even if you've never heard of Joe Sugg, please read it! Its not really that bad of a storyline!  Ok enough talking Jazzy get to the epilogue.

OK SO I JUST REALIZED THAT I HAVE BEEN IMAGINING THEIR OLDEST SON AS FINNICK ODAIR BECAUSE I AM SO OVERWHELMED WITH HIS DEATH OMG

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Hermione was trying to do her hair.  She combed her hair furiously with a comb lathered with gel.  Today was not a good hair day.
"Mum! I can't get my shirt on!  It's too tight!" Hermione heard a yell coming from the room beside her.  She sighed, dropped her comb, and ran to the room next door.

"Oh my," Hermione suppressed a giggle as she watched her 10 year-old son try to tug an incredibly tight-fitting shirt onto himself.  She watched he struggled for a bit, then came over to help.

"Phoenix! Why are you wearing such a tight shirt?" Hermione said, although she could suspect what talked him into it.

"Well, dad said that tight shirts looked cool, and he said I had to wear this when we went to the station to pick up Cressida n' Rigel for the holidays." Phoenix explained as his mother lifted the shirt off of him. 

"Phoenix! Don't listen to your father! He'll tell you anything, and you'll believe him! Now, put on a normal shirt or whatever YOU want, and get downstairs in 15 minutes."

Hermione stormed back into her shared room with Draco, and found him laying in bed, half-dressed.

"DRACO MALFOY! GET UP THIS INSTANT!" Hermione screeched.  Draco's eyes jolted open, and he looked afraid for his life.  "EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU THINK THAT YOU KEEP THINKING THAT YOU SHOULD IMPLANT YOUR WRONG FASHION IDEAS INTO OUR CHILDREN'S BRAINS?"

Draco eased himself into a sitting position and tried to explain, putting a hand on her arm. "Love, just-"

"DON'T 'LOVE' ME, MISTER!  I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO GET THINGS DONE BEFORE WE LEAVE TO GET THE TWINS, AND YOU HAVE BEEN ABSOLUTELY NO HELP!"  Hermione slapped his hand away and walked up to her dresser.  She picked up her comb and started to comb it flat while Draco watched her, slightly dazed.  Finally, she got her hair tamed down into perfectly curled ringlets.  She was immersed in her hair, touching up the last bits of flyaways.

"I have." a voice whispered next to her ear.  Hermione looked up at the mirror, surprised.  It was Draco.  His head was leaned next to her ear.  He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What?" Hermione said breathlessly.  Draco moved a ringlet out of her face, and gently turned her towards him.  His arms kept a protective hold over her.

"I have helped." Draco said simply, inching closer to her face.  "I cooked breakfast myself, I had every room cleaned by the house elves, and I got the kid's rooms ready, so you wouldn't have to." He got closer.  "And I'm sorry about Phoenix.  I was joking."

"I, well, uh," Hermione stuttered.  Draco's loving gaze bore into her and melted the rest of her anger.  When his lips closed in on hers, she found herself collapsing under his touch.  Only his strong arms around her kept her grounded.

"I love you," Draco murmured between kisses.

There was a knock at the door, and they broke apart.

"Yes?" Hermione called, walking towards the door.

"It's me, mum.  I'll be waiting by the main door until we leave in approximately 4 minutes and 57 seconds," Phoenix's voice said.

Shit, Hermione thought.  We have to finish getting ready!

"Draco, get ready! We're going!" Hermione said.  Draco nodded and ran into  the closet.

Hermione grabbed her purse and wand and apparated to the front door, as her house was huge.  Phoenix was waiting patiently.

"Your father is coming soon," Hermione said breathlessly.

They waited for a few more minutes, and just as Hermione was about to call Draco down when he apparated to the front door.

"Let's go," Draco said.  They side apparated to a secluded corner in King's Cross Station, after which they walked into Platform 9 3/4.

Hermione was the last one to step through, just in time to see her two children get on the platform with their bags.

"Mum! Dad!" Her daughter, Cressida, dropped her bags and ran towards her parents.  Draco swooped her up into a hug, then quickly moved a bit so Hermione could hug her.

"Gee, thanks," said a voice behind her.  It was Rigel, her son, carrying enough baggage to knock his muscular form over.  Draco helped him get some of the bags.

Hermione took a look at her son, and enveloped him into a hug.  He still had his signature messy looking dirty blonde hair.   She could almost feel him smiling into her embrace, dimples and all.

"Hey mum," he said pulling away from the embrace.  Hermione was giddy with joy.  Her two sixteen year-olds were finally with her again!

"By the way, mum," Cressida said as they were walking out of the platform.  "Some Ravenclaw fifth years were following Rigel around for a solid week."

Hermione was appalled.  "What? Why?"

"They said, and I quote, Gryffindor hunks are adorable." Cressida said.

"You didn't tell mum one thing, though, Cress," Rigel said, walking up from behind them and slinging an arm around Cressida.  "A Slytherin in our year thought it would be cute to randomly kiss Cressida.  I may have beat him up."

Hermione shook her head and sighed.  At least they were standing up for each other.

"Let's go home.  We have a party tonight," Said Draco from up ahead.

 Later that night, there was a gathering.

"Hello, mate!" An enthusiastic Blaise and Ron greeted Draco at the front door.  Blaise was carrying Rosy, Ron and Blaise's adopted baby girl.

Not soon after, Ginny and Harry walked through the doors of the mansion.  "Hermione, you look stunning!" Ginny complimented Hermione as her three children walked through the door.  Albus was in 6th year with Cressida and Rigel, and they were all three in Gryffindor.  James was a few years older than than the trio, and Lily, Harry and Ginny's youngest child, Lily, stood by the door chatting with Phoenix.

Hermione looked around her.  She was so content with everything in her life.  She had a loving husband, great kids, and amazing friends.  

She smiled to herself before joining everyone in the living room.