AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I wish it were not so, J.K. Rowling is the only one who owns Harry Potter.

*I couldn't resist a little epilogue to wrap everything up. Please, enjoy and let me know what you think. Thank you all for sticking with me as I struggled through my very first time travel story.*

It was four in the morning when Draco, who apparently still had access to her wards just as he had before, Apparated directly into her living room. They had all of six seconds to cover themselves before he came barreling into her bedroom, looking just as disheveled and thoroughly shagged as they no doubt did.

He scooped Hermione out of the bed, twirling her in circles around the room as if it were a completely normal thing to do in the wee hours of the morning, "I did it," Draco told her, a silly, soppy grin on his face. "I actually, finally did it."

"Draco," Hermione grumbled, her voice thick with sleep, "what the hell are you talking about? More importantly, why are you barging into my room in the middle of the night and attempting to dance with me when I'm covered in nothing but a sheet? You do realize that you are about ten seconds away from your balls becoming purely decorative?"

"Yes Draco," Severus growled, his head slumping back against the pillow. "Do tell."

He deposited Hermione back onto the bed and fell to his knees in front of her, grabbing both of her hands in his, "I asked him, Hermione. I asked Harry to marry me and he said yes!"

"Whoa, wait. What?"

Draco nodded fervently, "I don't know what happened that made last night different than all the times I've tried before, but after you left I was able to convince Lily and Sirius to give me their blessing," he squeezed her hands. "I've been trying to convince them for months but they never agreed, not until last night at dinner. See? I told you you'd be a good luck charm for me!"

Hermione was fairly certain their acquiescence had less to do with her being a good luck charm and more to do with her threatening to expose their true colors to the entire Wizarding world, but did it really matter either way? She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace, "That's fantastic, Draco! You've been living in sin with that poor boy for the last nine years; it's about time you make an honest woman out of him."

Both men chuckled a little.

Draco pulled back then, "Nice to see that this" he gestured between her and Severus, "is finally happening, by the way. You two have been dancing around each other for ages."

Hermione let her head fall against Draco's shoulder as she let out a breathy laugh, "You don't even know the half of it."

"Yes, it's quite the tale," Severus grumbled, tugging on the back of the sheet that was barely managing to preserve her modesty. "One that we'd be happy to recount for you at a more reasonable hour when we are both fully dressed. Now will you please get the fuck out?"

After wringing a promise of details from her, Draco gave them both one last, sly look before Apparating away again.

"Remind me to change the wards on this place," Hermione mumbled as she curled back into his side.

"No point," he yawned, nuzzling his face into her hair. "The wards on my house are impenetrable. He'll never be able to get in like that again."

Sleep was already trying to drag her back under, "And you just assume that I'd want to live with you?"

"Naturally."

"Mmmmm," she hummed against his chest, eyes slipping closed as his breathing began to slow and steady. "Good enough for me. Severus?"

"Hmm?"

"Love you."

"Mmm," he sighed. "Love you, too."

Two years later…

Harry and Draco's wedding was, of course, a completely over-the-top, lavish affair where the Malfoy's had spared no expense. It was held at Malfoy Manor—because was there any other place quite as beautiful?—in the middle of summer, the grounds having been charmed with thousands of white roses, tied together with ribbons of Gryffindor red and Slytherin green. There were lovely Elven-spun tents set up all over the courtyard, some for guests, some for food, and some for the gifts (of which there were a ridiculous amount. Did these people not realize that Draco had more money than the Queen of England?). In the middle of the courtyard, where the large, ornately carved stone fountain sat, they'd charmed a beautiful white-gold altar to be adorned with every color rose imaginable, painting a lovely rainbow against the crisp blue sky. When Narcissa had first shown Hermione her plans for the wedding, she'd be certain that it would like cheesy and cliché. Now, she knew to never again underestimate Narcissa Malfoy. Which was just as well, considering…

"What do you think of this fabric?" Narcissa asked her, flicking her wand to conjure the image of a fabric sample between them. "I was thinking that this would look lovely against your skin, perhaps with a touch of lace? I can't seem to get the picture of you in a Victorian-style gown out of my head."

Hermione was about to tell her that anything she wanted was honestly fine, that she didn't have a preference at all, when Draco came sidling up next to his mother, a look of loving exasperation on his face, "Can you just take ten minutes to enjoy my wedding before planning another one?"

Narcissa flicked her wand to dissipate the image of the fabric, "Of course I can't, Draco. We've been waiting for this for years. There were times when we thought it would never happen and now that it has, I don't intend to let the opportunity slip away."

Hermione flushed and he rolled his eyes at his mother, "Nice to know Harry and I rank so low."

Narcissa pressed a swift kiss to his cheek, "Don't pout Draco, it's unbecoming. Besides, we knew you were going to marry that boy from the first letter you sent about him from Hogwarts. How you ended up in Slytherin, I'll never know."

Before Hermione could hear the same argument she'd been listening to for the last two years, Severus appeared beside her, "Pardon me, Narcissa, Draco, but would I be able to steal my fiancée away for a moment?"

"Of course, Severus," Narcissa kissed Hermione's cheek before turning back to her son. "We can discuss wedding gowns another time. Please, enjoy the rest of the reception."

"Thank you," Hermione whispered to Severus as he pulled her away. "She can be relentless. Does she really think I care what the bloody dress is going to look like? Merlin have mercy."

He eyed her, "Don't you? I was under the impression that most women were relentless when it came to their weddings."

"I am not 'most women'," she shrugged. "It really doesn't matter to me, to be honest. As long as I get to call you my husband when it's all said and done, I could wear a burlap sack and be just as happy."

He chuckled but his eyes were soft, "And then Narcissa would promptly keel over from a heart attack."

"Most likely."

Just as they reached the tent where the guest tables had been set up, someone else caught her arm. She turned to see Harry who, other than the curlier hair, scar-free forehead, and more angular features attributed to the Black family, looked exactly the way she remembered him from her old life. No matter how many times she saw him, it still brought her the same measure of comfort. His father may be different here, but other than a few physical differences he was almost exactly the same.

"May I steal the lovely lady for a dance, sir?"

Severus grinned, one eyebrow lifting in a familiar fashion, "You may. And Mr. Black? Or Mr. Malfoy, rather—I have not been your professor for a very long time. I believe it would be most appropriate for you to call me Severus."

Harry flushed, "Ah, r-right of course. Yeah, totally."

Hermione had to stifle a laugh. Still just as eloquent as before.

Taking mercy on the poor boy before he had a stroke, Hermione took his arm and led him to the small dance floor that had been conjured between the tents, "Did you really want to dance or was this just a ruse to get me alone?" She asked as they swayed awkwardly back and forth. "Because you and I both know good and well that neither of us can dance for shit."

Harry chuckled sheepishly, "Never could fool you, 'Mione."

"Gryffindor," she pointed out.

"Through and through," he agreed. "No I just… I wanted to thank you."

She frowned, "Whatever for?"

"For whatever the hell you said to my parents that made them come around."

She froze, "What?"

"I asked them, when Draco first told me that they had finally given him their blessing, what made them change their minds. They just mumbled something along the lines of 'fucking Hermione Granger' and even though they never explained, I just thought I should thank you for whatever it was that you did or said. Don't get me wrong, I was going to marry him anyway whenever he got the balls to ask me, but it was nice to be able to do it with their admittedly reluctant approval."

Reluctant approval? Oh no, no. Hermione would have to do something about that.

She smiled at her friend, "No need to thank me, Harry. You know I'd do anything for you guys."

He nodded, "And we'd do anything for you, too. So try not to give Narcissa too much trouble, okay? Planning your wedding to Prof—er, S-Severus is all she talks about these days. You're like the daughter she never had."

"I know, Harry. I'll be good, I promise."

x-x-x

Hermione cornered the offenders by the refreshment table.

"Hermione," Sirius said stiffly.

"Hermione," Lily echoed, just as displeased to see her.

It was James, surprisingly enough, who clapped her on the back like Harry used to, "Hermione! Great to see you, you look amazing!"

"Hi James," she smiled, greeting him with the small, polite hug they usually shared when they came across each other these days. She tilted her head to the others, "Lily. Sirius."

"What brings you to our little group on this splendid day?" He asked, draping an arm lazily across her shoulders. She could hear Severus snarling already.

Hermione subtly removed herself from his grip under the guise of getting a drink from the table, "I really only came over to speak with Lily and Sirius."

"Oooh, more threats?" James practically bounced on his heels. "I love it. Carry on then; you won't hear a peep from me."

Before Sirius could growl something at his friend like he obviously intended to, Hermione cut in, "Actually yes. I just spoke to Harry and he seems to be under the impression that you two are still a little reluctant over his marriage to Draco. He must be mistaken because that couldn't possibly be right, could it? I thought, after all, that we had an understanding."

"They are practically related," Lily said quietly. "Sirius and Narcissa are cousins. That doesn't strike you as…"

"No," Hermione said definitively. "At best, that would make Draco Sirius' second cousin or something like that and besides, Wizarding families have been marrying each other for as far back as Wizarding history has been recorded. All magical families are related to each other in one way or another these days— surely even you remember that lesson from your History of Magic class?"

Lily looked affronted but Sirius rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "She's not wrong, Lily. It really isn't a big deal."

Ah, so it was Lily who was the problem. She should have guessed. "Is that all? Anything else you need me to clear up before you can get over yourself and be happy for your son on his wedding day?"

"I still don't think that Draco is—"

Hermione rubbed her temples a little dramatically, "Sorry, sorry. These memories have been causing awful headaches these days. Do you think it might help if I were to just remove them and—"

"Alright, alright!" Lily hissed, looking around to make sure Harry was nowhere near. "You made your point."

James let out a barking laugh, "See? I told you it was better to be on Hermione's good side!"

Hermione was about to say something when her stomach lurched. She steadied herself on the table, a hand over her mouth.

"Hey, you okay?" Sirius asked.

She waved her hand, "I'm fine. I've just been feeling a little off the past few days. I'm sure it's noth—" Her stomach lurched again and she gagged. "Excuse me."

Hermione took off at a sprint towards the house, only making it as far as the hedges by the back doors before vomiting violently onto the grass. A House Elf, Mipsy, immediately popped into existence beside her, "Is Miss Hermione okay? Does Miss Hermione need…"

"Bathroom!" She gagged, holding her other hand to the Mipsy. "Quickly, please!"

The House Elf Apparated her into the main house to the bathroom she typically used when she and Severus stayed with the Malfoy's. Hermione stumbled to the toilet and only just managed to lift the lid before vomiting again, tears stinging her eyes.

Mipsy wrung her hands anxiously, "What can Mipsy do for Miss Hermione?" She begged. "How can Mipsy help?"

She held her stomach as another round of nausea gripped her again, "Severus," she groaned. "Please, bring Severus."

In the time it took for Hermione to vomit twice more, Mipsy returned with Severus gripping her tiny, bony hand.

When he caught sight of Hermione slumped against the toilet, he fell to his knees beside her, eyes wide with panic, "What is it, my love? What's wrong? What can I do?"

"I don't know," she croaked miserably. "I just have this cramping pain and…"

"What?" he asked desperately. "Hermione? Please, talk to me. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong."

Cramping. Cramping. When was the last time she's taken her contraceptive potion or had her period? She thought back… five, six, seven weeks? She'd also been feeling random bouts of nausea and an increased sense of smell that bordered on canine. Holy sweet mother of Merlin. Was she…?

Hermione bolted upright, pulling her wand from the folds of her gown where she'd had it stashed and waving it over her abdomen in a swirling, twisting motion. It immediately glowed bright green.

Severus sat back on his heels, stunned, "Does that mean what I think it means?"

She nodded in similar disbelief, "I'm… I'm pregnant. Severus," Hermione looked up at him. "I'm pregnant."

"We're going to have a baby?"

She nodded again, unable to do anything else.

Severus shuffled forward, lifting her chin with a crook of his finger, "Hermione," he breathed, a dazzling smile spreading across his face. "We're going to be parents. You're carrying my child."

Tears spring to her eyes at the looks of utter happiness in his eyes, "Yes."

And then he kissed her, completely obvious to the fact that she had just been sick, securing her face to him with his long, slender fingers in her hair and pressing his other hand to her stomach. "I never thought…" He murmured between kisses. "I never imagined we would… I can't believe we…"

She nodded, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks now as her heart swelled with love for the man before him, "I know. I know."

When he finally managed to stop showering her with affectionate kisses, he pressed his forehead to hers, "Parents."

"We should Floo Eileen and Tobias," Hermione grinned, running her fingers across his face reverently. "They will be so sorry they didn't come with us."

Severus let out a watery chuckle, hiding his face in the curve of her shoulder to hide his tears, "I have a feeling they'll be too excited to mind."