Saving the Enemy

Epilogue

Draco

    “Push!” the Healer yells at Hermione who is screaming in pain, each cry tearing through Draco’s heart. He knows it is for good, the pain is only temporary. Draco’s hand has lost all circulation and yet he can’t find it in himself to complain.

    “Come on Hermione, I know you can do it. I can see the head,” he murmurs words of encouragement as she focuses on pushing. His heart stops as they pull the rest of the child out, realizing he is a father now, that his baby boy is born. He can’t help but sob. “You did it, Hermione, you did it. It’s a boy, we have a little baby boy.”

    Hermione laughs in relief beside him. He grabs his baby boy after cutting the connection to Hermione, showing her their beautiful baby boy who is screaming. Hermione has tears streaming down her face, but as he hands the baby to the Healer, Hermione lets out another scream.

    “What’s wrong?” He demands from the Healer, gripping Hermione’s hand.

    “You’re having twins,” she murmurs in amazement, preparing for another birth.

    “What?” Draco asks in astonishment. “But the ultrasounds…”

    “Sometimes twins can hide behind each other, but I should have guessed with how big she had become by the end of the pregnancy,” the Healer explains before addressing Hermione. “Get ready to push again.”

    “Hermione, it’s just one more, focus on my voice. It won’t take too terribly long then we will have another bundle of joy, another child, another part of us. Keep staying strong, darling,” he encourages. Hermione nods, pushing with all her might at her next contraction. Draco can tell she is working hard, fighting the pain with her face all scrunched up as he helps dab her forehead of sweat from exhaustion. It may be another ten minutes or more before the baby comes out and she is already so tired. Draco worries she won’t be able to do it, but in his heart he knows she is strong enough, determined enough.

    Soon, he is holding their next child in his arms, crying with joy as he cuts the connection to her mother. “Hermione, you did it darling. We have a beautiful baby girl,” he coos, placing her in her mother's arms before kissing Hermione on the forehead. Their little girl just looks at the world in wonder, not crying at all in stark contrast to their little boy.

    Hermione seems too exhausted to say anything as her two babies lay in her arms, fully cleaned and bundled in separate blankets. She smiles, leaning up to peck Draco on the lips.

    “Thank you,” he whispers, thinking he could have no greater joy when Hermione announced that he was going to be a father. He was wrong. Being a father, that has been his greatest joy so far.

    “Welcome Scorpius,” Hermione murmurs to the small sleeping boy, glad they had chosen both a boy and a girl name since they refused to learn the gender, wanting it to be a surprise, much to Draco’s protests and begging. “Hello Rose.”

He has a family, his little girl and little boy laying in the arms of the woman he loves. He feels complete, three souls to love and protect until the end of eternity.

That sight right there, he wishes the moment would freeze forever. A lot can happen in two years, Hermione saving him, a marriage, and now kids. Every milestone took two years, but it just keeps getting better and better. Finally, all was well.

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    Yes, a lot can happen in two years, the man thought to himself, looking at his handiwork. In two years, his plan can commence. It will not be ready for Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, but the young Malfoys, they will be old enough. They will have to pay for their parents mistakes, the mistake of killing his sister. For sentencing her to death in the worst possible way when she was just doing her solemn duty. In just a few years, justice will be his, and when the time comes, the world will need to keep watch over their backs. The mark is finally burned on his arm, the Lestrange crest, the Dark Lord could not have imagined what he has imagined, so a new mark required. A mark that he can bestow upon only the most loyal when the time comes. A lot can happen in just a matter of two years.

*The End*