A/N: Phew, it's been long journey! No let me stop. This is the last chapter of Veelan. I hope everyone liked it. I surely did.!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did rating T would really be 16+.
Veelan
Epilogue
Hermione rolled onto her side. She was feeling nauseous.
Nausea was only the beginning. After her very…explosive night, her back was hurting, her neck was hurt and Merlin knew her nether regions were in pain! Hermione let out a gruff groaning noise and tried to sit up. Two pairs of arms and a leg prevented her movement.
Harry Potter, the absolutely taken 'Boy-who-lived', had is head on her chest and his arms wrapped around her ribcage. He pulled her closer and prevented any movement. Hermione looked at him poorly. She wasn't feeling very well and he wasn't helping it. But he wasn't the only one.
Draco Malfoy, in all his blond and naked glory, was sleeping peacefully with his head in the crook of her neck and his arms firmly around her waist. Hermione could feel his breath in her ear and shivered.
"Stop moving," Draco's hoarse voice muttered. "Go back to sleep."
Hermione would have looked at him, but she couldn't.
"I have to go to the loo," Hermione whined.
Harry's messy hair, then very attractive face came into view.
"No you don't," Harry whispered. A very….dangerous gleam was in his eye.
Hermione had to take action.
"Yes I do, now may I go?" she asked shaking herself free from Harry and Draco. Her boys groaned in frustration.
"You're ruining a perfectly good recapitulation," Harry moaned. "How am I supposed to out-do Malfoy now?"
"You won't," Draco sneered.
Harry growled.
"If I weren't naked, I'd jump up and beat you senseless," Harry growled.
Draco smirked.
"It's not like you're hiding something I haven't seen before Potter," he said. "And I'm not seeing correctly, than we both aren't naked."
Harry flushed.
"I don't need you to tell me that!" Harry snapped.
Draco shrugged.
"I'm just stating the facts, not admiring you," Draco visibly cringed. "The only naked one I want to admire is Hermione."
"Make that two of us," Harry agreed. Hermione was already in the washroom, trying to make her nausea go away. Her stomach relieved itself in the toilet and now she was in the bathtub with cold water washing over her.
"…Could it be? I wonder…"
Hermione took one of the bottles by the edge of the bathtub and looked at it. It had not yet changed colors.
"Could what be?" Harry asked walking into the washroom. He was decent with his boxers on. "Are you alright? You look pale."
"I've been better," Hermione replied smiling.
"What's that?" Draco inquired looking at the bottle in Hermione's hands. He also had his boxers on.
"A pregnancy test," Hermione replied.
Harry and Draco gave Hermione blank looks.
"Could it be… that you are…?" Harry asked with a smile coming to his face.
Hermione shrugged.
"Don't get too excited yet," she muttered. "This thing hasn't changed colors yet, and I think I'm going to puke again."
Hermione was right on the second account. She scrambled out of the bathtub and to the toilet. Harry knelt beside her and rubbed her back soothingly.
"Draco, there's a robe in the closet," Harry said. "Can you bring it here?"
Draco nodded and left the bathroom. He returned a minute later and handed Harry the robe. Harry placed it around Hermione whose head rested against the cool toilet seat.
"…This is horrible," Hermione groaned after she scourgified herself. "Why don't men do this?"
"Because we are unable to handle pushing out a living organism," Draco replied. "Why would we want to go through all of that anyway?"
"If I weren't so ill I'd hex you," Hermione groaned.
"Thank Merlin you are," Draco grinned. His eyes caught something. He walked over and picked up the bottle Hermione previously held in her hand.
"What color is this supposed to be?" he asked.
"Blue," Hermione replied.
Draco chuckled and held the bottle in front of Hermione and Harry's faces.
"Well look what colour we have here?"
Harry's eyes widened in excitement. Hermione smiled.
"Oh Merlin! Hermione you're pregnant!!" Harry took Hermione's head from the toilet and hugged her fiercely.
"Oy Potter, be gentle!" Draco snapped. "We can't manhandle her anymore…no matter how depressing that prospect is."
Hermione laughed.
"I'm quite happy about that," she said. "After last night… well I don't think I would be about to handle any more."
Draco chuckled.
"You started all of that," he said. "I'd say you were manhandling us."
"And look who paid the price?" Hermione groaned and stood up. She wobbled a little and Draco caught her. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Harry followed. Draco tucked Hermione into the bed and made sure she was comfortable. Harry opened the curtains around his bedroom and the sunlight came pouring in. Draco softly caressed Hermione's cheeks and purred gently. His eyes were glowing warmly.
"My mate, my sweet love," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "I can't tell you how happy I am."
Hermione smiled warmly.
"I know," she said. "You look very pleased."
Draco placed his hand on her stomach. His eyes glowed with a little more ferocity.
"My seed," he whispered.
Hermione shivered and looked away. Her heart sped up. Just then, Harry plopped down beside her and glared at Draco.
"How can you be sure it's your seed?" he questioned. "For all we know, it could be mine."
"First come, first serve," Draco snarled. His eyes were glowing predatorily toward Harry. Harry's eyes reflected the same anger and possessiveness.
"How can you be so sure?" Harry asked. "It's been two years since you first claimed her and I've had plenty in between."
Draco grabbed Harry by his neck, growling but Harry had his wand pointed into Draco's.
"Gentleman!" Hermione cried. "I'm hungry! Now if you don't mind I'm hungry and I don't need stress right now."
Draco let go of Harry and Harry moved the wand pointed into Draco's neck. Just then, a loud pop was heard throughout the flat.
"Oy! Harry! Malfoy!" the voice of Ron Weasley said. Hermione shot up. Draco and Harry pushed her back down.
"You are going to rest," Draco said. "Harry's going to cook you something."
Hermione frowned but nodded. Harry and Draco made their way to the door (making themselves halfway decent by putting on some pants).
"Ron! Hey!" Harry said smiling. "Why are you here?"
Ron Weasley happily embraced his friend.
"I just wanted to stop by," Ron said. "How are you? Is married life treating you well?"
Harry grinned.
"You know it is," Harry said. "Oh guess what?"
Draco smirked and tuned out the conversation between Harry and Ron. He turned his head to the side.
"Blaise, how are you today?" Draco asked.
Blaise Zabini sat in a chair smiling and looking as if he had been there the whole time. Draco knew that was not the case and that Blaise enjoyed sneaking up on him.
"Quite well," Blaise replied. "How's your wife?"
Draco smirked.
"Sleeping right now," Draco replied.
"Tire you out last night?" Blaise questioned.
Draco chuckled.
"Of course," he replied. "I'd tell you the news, but I think you already know."
"Congratulations," Blaise said standing up. He gave Draco a hug. "You must be very happy."
"I am," Draco replied. "How's France?"
Blaise's eyes lit up softly.
"Wonderful," Blaise replied. "He gives his regards to your wife. He will be here soon."
"We're entertaining more people?" Harry asked.
Blaise smiled widely.
"Harry, congratulations," Blaise said. Harry grinned.
"Could smell the new all the way from France could you?" Harry asked slapping Blaise on the back.
"We offer our congrats. Is there anything we can do for you?" Blaise asked.
"Us too!" Ron said quickly. "You know mum is going to go ballistic when she hears and Luna is very good with children."
Harry and Draco grinned.
"We'll let you know," they said.
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Harry nervously tapped his foot while Draco's face was impassive. They threatened the medi-witches and wizards with their lives, if Hermione or their children were injured in any way. After three hours, a medi-witch came out of the Emergency Room with a relieved expression on her face.
"Miss Potter Malfoy is ready to see you now. Please go to Suite 5."
Draco and Harry shot up and rushed to the hospital room. Harry and Draco had no problems getting Hermione into the best room in the hospital and having the best doctors to assist her. They were not going to avoid having her injured because of someone incompetent. Harry opened the door to Suite 5.
"Yay! Look boys, your fathers are here," Hermione said as Draco and Harry walked into the room. Harry and Draco's eyes widened before warm grins crept onto their faces.
"I can't believe this," Harry said. Hermione was holding two little bundles wrapped in blue blankets. She looked so happy… and so tired.
"Believe it gentlemen, I had to push them out," Hermione said laughing. Draco walked over and tenderly picked one up.
"He's so light, and fragile," Draco said. "Hermione, I'm so proud of you."
Draco leaned down and kissed Hermione sweetly.
"I'm sorry you couldn't come in with me," Hermione said. "Two of you would've been too much to handle and I think you might've killed the medi-wizard."
"It was a man…?" Harry questioned cooing the sleeping child in his hand.
Hermione laughed.
"Harry men are very good at this sort of thing," Hermione said. "I'll have you know my gynecologist is a man."
"…We're having a bloodbath tonight," Draco said with his eyes glowing.
Hermione shook her head and just then the child in Draco's arms started to cry. The child's cry woke up the one in Harry's arms and he began crying too. Both Draco and Harry were frantic, trying to make the babies calm down.
"Give them here," Hermione said. Harry and Draco both handed their boys to Hermione. Within seconds the children ceased crying.
"See? They just wanted mummy," Hermione said. "You boys are too cute."
Harry frowned.
"I think I'm going to get jealous," he muttered. "Some little blonde haired brat is taking my wife away from me."
"Actually, Harry," Hermione started, "one is going to blonde and one is going to be brunette. And one is going to have green eyes and one is going to have grey."
Harry and Draco stood amazed.
"Really?" Draco asked. "But that leaves you a little left out, doesn't it?"
Hermione frowned.
"Don't rub it in," she muttered. "I just hope they are brilliant when they grow up."
Harry chuckled.
"…By the way, have you thought of any name?" he asked.
"Please, I do not want to name my child by my father's name," Draco said. He gently stroked the child's head before removing the blanket from around it. The child's hair was black.
"I like having my father's name being carried on," Harry said with rocking slowly with the flaxen haired child.
"I like the names Aden and Sirius," Hermione replied. "So I think we're going to have to stick with those."
Harry smirked.
"Says who?" he asked.
"I think you've gotten a little cocky since we haven't broken you in for a while," Draco grins. "I daresay that'll have to change."
Hermione gives her husbands a goading smile.
"I dare you."
Just then, a knock on the door is heard and throngs of people enter the room. Hermione sees Ron and Luna, Ginny, Neville, Blaise and Noble, just to name a few. She smiled and laughed as Fred and George bring firecrackers into the room.
"Congratulations Potter Malfoys!" everyone chanted.
Draco nodded, Hermione laughed and Harry shook his head but smiled. This was their family.
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A/N: That's it! I hope everyone liked it!! I wasn't in the mood for making a long chapter, sorry! Yay, one down one to go!! Thank-you so much for the great reviews!