(A/N: Draco's nagging voice in my head is fading…thank Merlin! Maybe he'll stop bothering the crap out of me now that I have their story on paper… he is quite vain. Last one folks, thanks for accompanying me on this DM/HG Veela adventure!)

Epilogue

Hermione wrapped up the day with her last patient at St. Mungo's. She had made a promise to herself that for six weeks every summer she would work as a healer, helping as many as she could while still giving quality care. Throughout the year she kept abreast of the latest healing technique, potions and trends in the medi-witch world. She was usually eager to practice her newly acquired knowledge and always looked forward to her work there.

"Well Mr. Latimer, It looks like Gout." She told the man looking him over with a mildly disapproving stare.

"Isn't that a muggle disease?" he asked and seemed to be genuinely curious rather than superior.

"Not entirely. It's not commonly seen in the wizarding communities, but it isn't rare either. So, here's what I want you to do" she paused and turned to open a cabinet taking out two small vials of red substance, "drink this tomorrow morning after you eat and this one after dinner – that will reduce the swelling in your joints. Secondly, I am referring you to a nutritionist." She looked him in the eye as she said this to make sure he was listening.

"I want you to stick to whatever diet she puts you on. I apologize for being blunt, Mr. Latimer, but you need to lose some weight. The extra pounds are putting too much pressure on your body and your health is declining."

He nodded sullenly.

"Third, I want you to reduce the amount of alcohol you consume."

"What??"

"Please Mr. Latimer, don't drink as much." She plied.

He was mumbling, but nodded anyway, "You know Healer Malfoy, you're a beautiful woman, but you're awful bossy."

She smirked (could be construed as 'the Malfoy smirk', but she didn't want to get cocky), "So I've been told. Now off with you."

He ambled away and she cleaned up her station. She was tired and had a raging head-ache.

Even after bonding with her husband her Veela senses were still amplified and all the smells the hospital contained contributed her current state of fatigue.

She sighed, her last patient until next summer; she looked at her watch, she couldn't go home yet, she still had to get something for Draco. It was their first anniversary.

She smiled.

He almost didn't make it a day as her husband considering she almost Avada'd his stupid arse for dragging her on a griffin ride as their wedding send off.

She hadn't been able to feel him for a week, their bond seemed …wonky. She chalked it up to her working so many long hours these past six weeks that hadn't focused on it as much.

They realized something funny after they had been married for a few months. She and Draco could sense each other's emotions and physical state – not keenly, but it was there; and she and Sirius could sense each other in extreme situations. Well, with her being a conduit Sirius and Draco could sense each other too and they didn't like that at all.

They realized this fun fact after Sirius had fallen smitten with a certain witch. His emotions were similar to a love struck teen ager.

Not only did Hermione feel it, Draco did too, she would see him smile like a dope in the oddest of circumstances. Gringotts meetings, breakfast, consulting meeting with Severus; when she realized it made her laugh and them grimace.

It had faded a bit, but still occurred sometimes.

She closed up and walked to the apparition point.

***

The gates opened as she passed through the wards and she walked up to the door. The Manor was quiet as she expected; it was quite late.

She climbed the stairs to their room. There he was. The love of her life, sound asleep. She was still struck by how beautiful he was.

She took a quick shower to wash off St. Mungo's and climbed into bed wearing only her panties.

She curled next to him and he moved to accommodate her. She was facing him so her bare breasts pressed up against his shirtless and muscled chest, "mmmmmm" he purred wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her hair.

She smiled when she felt more than heard him purring.

"hey." He croaked then cleared his throat.

"Hi. Sorry I'm late."

"s'ok. Tired?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, but I missed you."

"Me too."

They made love slowly as the clock clicked over ringing at midnight, "Happy Anniversary sweet angel." He said kissing the top of her head.

"Happy anniversary. Draco?" she whispered

"Hmmm?" His eyes were closed, his face relaxed his breathing steady, but he was still awake… barely.

"I have something for you."

He opened one eye and peered at her sideways, "you want to give it to me now?" he knew her, when she had something she wanted to do it would bother her until she accomplished it. So his question was without surprise or irritation – he was just asking for clarification.

"Not exactly."

"You don't want to give it to me now?" he was getting a little confused.

"I do, but I can't." she said

"…but you want to …what?" he asked now with both eyes open.

She closed her eyes and swallowed.

She took his hand and moved it slowly down her body and settled it over her lower abdomen. The flat of his hand was splayed across her tummy with her two smaller hands resting on top of his.

She looked at him teary eyed, "We're going to have a baby."

His hand tensed as her words and gesture sunk in, "We're gonna have a…. We're gonna have a baby!" He stood suddenly shouting 'We're gonna have a baby!' and jumping on the bed.

She was laughing when he bent down and picked her up. She squealed and held on.

"I love you I love you I love you I love you" he said over and over again raining kisses over her face and neck.

He jumped down off the bed (still holding her) and set her down gently, "I have to tell father." He swung his robe over his shoulders.

"Draco it's after midnight. We can tell them in the morning."

"No. no. He'll want to know now… and mum too!" he said excitedly throwing the door open and running down the halls, up the stairs, down that hall to their door (Draco and Hermione East Wing – Lucius and Narcissa West Wing. Narcissa thought it only fitting that the young couple live where the sun rises and the older live where the sun sets.)

BANG! BANG! BANG!

FATHER!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

After a few moments, Draco heard movement and grumbling, a wand being dropped, cursing and the door flung open with a menacing, albeit disheveled Lucius Malfoy standing there in black silk pajama pants and no shirt.

When the man focused his eyes grew wide in alarm, "Are you ok? Is Hermione?" he asked in quick succession.

"We're going to have a baby. She's pregnant." Draco relayed the message with a wide grin.

His father smiled in return and hugged his son proudly.

"Cissa!"

His mother was more refined after being woken up suddenly and replied like she had been awake reading, "Yes dear?"

"Cissa, Hermione's pregnant. They're going to have our grandchild." Lucius said with a grin that mirrored his son.

"Oh!" she got out of bed pulled her robe over her and walked briskly to her son throwing her arms around him, "That's wonderful!"

After a little more discussion they all went back to bed and Draco returned to a sleeping Hermione.

She was hugging his pillow (something she did when he wasn't there. It held his scent, calming her enough to sleep) and breathing deeply.

He climbed in pulling his pillow from her tight grasp. She growled, "shhshhh. It's me" he said not wanting to wake her or unwittingly turn her into a harpy for taking her pillow away.

She curled into him putting her nose in the crook of his neck. He loved it when she did that.

Together they fell asleep.

The next morning she walked out of the bathroom wearing her running gear and pulling her hair into a pony tail. He had walked out a minute ago. She was annoyed that he had left her, but thought he was just excited and wanted to see his father again.

She walked downstairs ready to go.

"What are you doing?" her husband asked.

"Same thing I always do. What are you doing?" she responded looking at him curiously.

"You're pregnant." He said like that explained his attitude this morning.

"Thank you captain obvious, I'm aware." She snapped.

"You can't go running. What about swimming?" he suggested.

"I don't want to swim. I want to run for as long as I am comfortable." She said.

"…but the baby." He said

"Is fine. Running is fine. The baby is well protected there inside me."

"I want to hear that from a healer." He retorted.

"I am a healer." She said exasperated.

"Another healer!"

"Ah there you two are." Lucius called coming down the stairs. He picked his daughter-in-law up bringing her shoulders level to his and hugged her enthusiastically.

She couldn't help but laugh and hug him back.

"Do you know what it is?" he asked.

Draco leaned in, he hadn't asked last night he was too excited, but now he wanted to know.

"yes." she said as he set her back down. She looked over her shoulder to her husband, who was trying to look casual, but failing miserably at it, and narrowed her eyes, "but I'm not going to say just yet."

"WHAT! Why not?" Draco shouted.

"Because I, Healer Malfoy, performed the test and apparently my word AS A HEALER is not good enough for my thick-headed husband! So you don't get to know." She turned back to Lucius and mouthed 'A Girl'. He smiled and nodded. He was thrilled and trying not to demonstrate that fact. Everyone knew he wanted a girl, but he and Narcissa were not able to have anymore due to the curse.

Draco was trying to read his fathers' expression, but couldn't. He was about to yell back at his fiery little wife, but his mother came down the stairs and gathered Hermione in a hug.

Narcissa had heard the whole thing, but didn't see what Hermione had mouthed to Lucius, so she pulled back and questioned Hermione with her eyes.

Hermione smiled and mouth the same thing she did Lucius. Narcissa was good at remaining expressionless, but this was testing her resolve.

"Excuse me." she said following her husband to the study. Once inside they placed a silencing charm and she squealed with delight jumping into his arms, which of course sparked an impromptu make-out session.

While they were in there…

"Please Hermione, how about we walk today and I'll make an appointment with the healer for this afternoon?" Draco asked.

"You are so… stubborn! FINE!" she said and then added, "I already made an appointment with a healer for this afternoon."

He smirked and they walked – for two hours, much to Draco's chagrin. She wanted to get something out of it.

She was relieved when he didn't fuss at her for pushups and sit-ups.

***

Five months later…

She was barely showing, but she did have noticeable bump. Her clothes didn't fit her and her back hurt. The healers said she could run until she didn't feel comfortable any more, but she did have to limit her runs to those she was accustomed to. That meant no pushing her body faster or longer and no more running with Lucius.

She was disappointed; she really enjoyed the challenge with him.

Draco ran with her every day, their 8 mile loop. This morning she woke up feeling a little off, but donned her running gear and waited for her husband who was right behind her.

He rubbed her growing belly and kissed her good morning.

Her hormones were so out of control she deepened the kiss and pushed him back on the bed.

He never complained. He really enjoyed her new body and her raging hormones. He thought this as he stared up at her larger breasts and stared down at her riding him. That did it for him and he came taking hold of her hips to press her forward – she sighed as he felt her walls contract around him.

They donned their running gear for the second time that morning and walked out the door.

They made it about half way around when she stopped and folded over.

"Are you ok?" he asked concerned.

"Just a cramp." She answered with furrowed brows.

"Let's walk it off and make an appointment. I'm not taking any chances." He said

They walked the rest of the way, it was nice. They held hands and talked about current projects and how Lucius was going baby crazy buying everything in sight for the new member of the Malfoy family. He even went to a muggle baby boutique to assess quality, but didn't buy anything.

The healer told her to take it easy, the baby was fine, the mother was tired and needed rest.

Two months later Hermione was much more pronounced and waddling, "Draco, let's go get some ice cream." She said.

That was her latest craving. Orange sherbert ice cream…. Every day.

Six weeks later Hermione was very subdued and it took Narcissa to run interference in order to allow Hermione some time to herself without having Lucius and Draco constantly under foot.

A week later Draco found his beloved sitting on the shower floor crying; her long blonde hair slicked back with the water (they had found a Veela healer when their bond seemed to have faded, but the Veela had told them that during pregnancy a bond is forming between the baby and it's parents – both parents, so the existing bond is secondary during that time.) He immediately sat down with her and pulled her and her round belly onto his lap, "What's wrong sweet angel?"

He was rubbing her stomach, his presence and touch calmed both his wife and his unborn daughter. Truth be told, it calmed him also.

"I'm scared. What if I'm a terrible mother? What if I don't say the right things or do the right things? What if she hates me at an early age?" she was crying again.

"I'm scared too, but know what makes me not scared? You. I know you will be a wonderful mother. We'll make mistakes, love, but that's ok, because she will be loved and smart and have the best mother anywhere." He said kissing her forehead.

"You're pretty great, you know that?"

He didn't hesitate, "Yes."

***

Later that night, "Draco?" she called softly

He was immediately awake, "yes love."

Her hiss was all that he needed as a reply. He grabbed her bag, told Lolly to let his parents know, picked his wife up cradling her to his chest and apperated to St. Mungo's.

***

Four hours later, "Push Hermione, this one's a long one. On my count ok – backwards from ten? Ready? Push – ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five – keep going you're … Oh she's crowning, push Hermione."

"OHHHhhh. I can't…" she whispered forlornly.

Draco was sitting behind her holding her up whispering words of encouragement, "Yes you can… keep going sweet angel."

"Hermione push, she's almost out." the healer urged.

Draco squeezed her tired shoulders, "Come on angel."

She pushed and their daughter entered the world beautiful and perfect.

Sarah Jane Malfoy was the apple of both her fathers and grandfathers eye.

***

Four years later…

Draco was standing in the garden at Malfoy Manor, he turned as a little girl squealed, "Daddy!" and ran into his arms.

She had platinum tresses that cascaded down her back and freckles. He picked up his giggling daughter, "Hi sweet Sarah. Where's mummy?"

"She's coming." The little girl responded laying her head on his broad shoulder.

When he looked up he watched a small woman with blonde hair like his and amber eyes, smile and walk towards him.

"Draco…" she whispered as he gathered her in for a kiss.

"I missed you" he told her, "what did the healer say?"

"I'm pregnant" she says and smiles the most radiant smile, "With twin boys."

He returns her smile and hugs both of his girls tight, never planning on letting either of them go.

(A/N: Thanks for reading. Now I can finish my other stories! :^))