Epilogue

The One with the Home made breakfast

Hermione stretched cat-like in her large bed yawning as she did so. She went to grab the person who should have been lying next to her but felt nothing but air. The pillow however still carried its usual coffee smell that she associated with her husband.

"Husband," she thought thinking the word over in her head she had been married five years but the word still felt odd sometimes. She had lost count of the times she had called him her boyfriend particularly in their first year of marriage. Following her nose she left the bed a smell of cooking wafted from the large kitchen that dominated the flat the Malfoy's shared.

"Something smells good," she croaked her voice unused Draco was beside her in a second.

"Are you ok? Do you have a cold? How is your stomach?" Hermione took a large gulp of orange juice.

"I am fine," she replied almost angrily Draco was sometimes too over protective.

"Don't look at me like that Hermione you are eight months pregnant,"

"I know," she said balancing her empty glass on her stomach behind Draco's back. "You reminded me yesterday and somehow I didn't forget overnight."

"Very funny," he snapped.

"What are you looking for?" Hermione asked after watching him search the cupboards for at least ten minutes.

"Cream cheese for your omelets,"

"Don't bother it made me feel queasy last time I had it."

"Oh," he said, "there you are."

"Thanks," Hermione replied attacking the omelets with gusto.

"Hey little man," Draco said spotting a small figure behind Hermione. A pudgy infant hand wiped a face that can only have belonged to a child of Draco Malfoy's. He had his father's light hair and face shape but he had his mother's temperament.

"Mum!" The little boy shouted at his mother holding out his hands as his father picked him up and placed him on the breakfast counter.

"Hello Marcus," Hermione said to the little boy sat opposite her. Marcus Draco Malfoy was three years old and just entering the age of exploring the world around him he was a curious little boy and had more than one bump to prove it.

"Is mummy going to have a boy or a girl?" Draco asked his son.

"Boy," Marcus said determinately. Hermione smiled at her son and husband who were giving her the same smile. Marcus wanted a little brother and Draco had been convinced that Marcus was going to be a boy which in his mind made him an expert on telling unborn babies' gender. Hermione smiled to herself she wasn't sure but she thought they might be disappointed on the day. Hermione had a feeling she was having a girl.

"Right," she smiled at them after a minute of contemplation "Can you remember what we are doing today?"

"Zoo," the pair said simultaneously and Hermione smiled her son and husband where so alike sometimes. She shook her head at them as she pulled her hair into a messy bun. She looked her at her son and husband and like so many times before she wondered what had happened if Draco had decided to drug her. But then she looked at him now tickling their son and for the umpteenth time knew that he couldn't do it he already loved her and she for better or for worse would always be his.

Notes: Thank you very much for following this all the way to the end the story is loosely based on the classical "Cupid and Psyche". To follow the story on I saw Draco and Hermione in this story with three children: Marcus (who we've just met), Devon (yes Hermione was right it was a girl) and Alexander (the only gryffindor of the three).

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