Bite me Granger: a dramione fanfiction~

f o u r t y: the epilogue

Five years later...

[Hermione's POV]

"Will! William, come and finish your dinner!" Hermione shouted as the little four year flew around the house on a toy broomstick. Draco and Hermione have been married for five years yet traditions are still the same. Every Sunday, they would take the kids to play with little James and Albus and together, the three little mischiefs would ride on their broomsticks and wreak havoc everywhere. Literally. What didn't help was that Harry and Draco insisted that they fly with the children to look after them but all Hermione ever saw was them racing around the backyard with the kids and playing tag on their brooms. Not to mention the fact that they had also tried taking the children flying on a real quidditch broomstick. "Gotcha!" She said as the grabbed the end of the miniature broomstick and feed him another spoonful of pasta.

"Hey little monkey," Draco said as he dodged Will and walked into the dining room and scooped up a spoonful of pasta and shoved it into his mouth.

"Hey! Those were for Will." She grabbed the spoon back and fed the toddler another another spoonful, "Has Cecilia gone to sleep?"

"Yep, tucked straight in." Draco lifted the little boy up and bounced him on his lap, his tuff of golden blonde hair bouncing up and down with him, "Have we got a babysitter in to look after them?"

"My parents are free and they said that they wouldn't mind looking after these two,"

"Cool. Then I guess we're set!" Draco lifted the little boy up, "How long has it been since we've last been on a date?"

Hermione laughed to herself, "Honestly? I don't even remember." She gave the boy a peck on the cheek and took him from Draco's arm, "We've been too busy with these two to go anywhere!" Will giggled in his mother's arm as she tickled him, "By the way, it's your turn to wash up."

"Awww come on," he groaned and reluctantly picked up the plates, "Again?"

"Hey, I washed up yesterday." Hermione shrugged and carried Will away to change into his pyjamas and get to bed.

[Draco's POV]

Draco put the dishes in the sink and turned on the tap. Was it fun being a dad? Sure it was, even though he sometimes dreaded the food that his daughter would flick in his face or the sleepless nights when the children just refused to go to be bed but he didn't want to change it. No, he was having the best time of his life! Well, at least for now... Draco thought sheepishly.

He placed in the dishes in the rack for them to dry overnight and headed to the couch where he slumped down in exhaustion. A few minutes later Hermione came down the stairs and joined him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Well, he finally went to sleep after about three sets of miniature fireworks and five stories." She said and switched on the TV and flicked through the channels.

After finding nothing good to watch, they found and DVD and decided on watching a James Bond movie with a bowl of popcorn between them.

The next day...

They dropped the kids off at the Granger's and the two headed off to Diagon Alley to stop over at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes for some pranks and toys for the kids. Draco didn't know when the last time he had visited the joke shop was. As usual, the shop was still buzzing with customers, kids of all ages ran through the shop, scrambling up the shelf to get their favourite toy.

"'Mione!" Ron placed two huge boxes on the counter and grinned at them, "It's been forever, how are you guys?" He pulled them both into a hug.

"Alright, apart from getting food thrown in my face." Draco joked and picked up a Pigmy Puff, "Could we get one of these little guys for Celie?"