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Chapter 24: Forgiving by WickedDiSaster

It was one am in the morning and Draco hadn’t batted an eye since they’d arrived to the Shack. He’d been watching over their cribs and even though the twins had been sleeping on their own for months now, he didn’t stop walking from their room to Hermione’s every now and then.

She started to think it was because he didn’t want to sleep with her and grabbing a quilt and a pillow, she took off to the sofa at the entrance.

Draco followed her actions with a raised eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, as she landed her sleepy ass in the sofa outside their room.

“Me?!” she exclaimed, “There’s nothing wrong with me! Just get your arse up in bed now that you don’t have me soiling it!” she snapped at him, masking the hurt with self-indulgent anger.

Draco rolled his eyes, “You think I’m not sleeping because of you? It’s time you come down from your horse, high Lady, not everything revolves around you,” he spat.

She tossed a pillow in his direction, “What’s wrong with you, Malfoy? You can’t be mad at me forever!”

“I beg to differ,” he told her, handing her back the pillow and plummeting next to her.

She huffed in annoyance, “I did it for you, Draco.”

“I think that point is crystal clear,” he sneered at her.

“Then what’s wrong with you? Be mad at me all you want, but you need to rest, Draco, you haven’t slept since this whole ordeal started and your two-hour-induced-comma doesn’t count!”

He groaned and taking hold of her wrist, he dragged her back to their room, forcing her to lie on the bed before he plunged next to her, arms resting behind his head, eyes staring at the ceiling. They stayed in that position for almost twenty minutes before Hermione propped herself in one arm and glared at him.

“Maybe if you at least closed your eyes, Draco, I would think you were trying.”

He blinked and then heeded her words, closing his eyes and making her heave in utter annoyance.

“What’s wrong with you, Malfoy?”

“Crap, Granger, Would you stop it already?”

“No, I won’t stop it; I won’t bloody stop until I see your infuriating self, asleep. Now, that’s clear. What’s been nagging your insipid mind all this time?”

“I can’t believe you have the nerve to-”

“Draco, get over it! You’re fine, THEY are fine and everyone’s happy. Believe me it wasn’t easy, but it had to be done!”

“Fine?!” He screamed at her “FINE?! NOTHING is FINE! Nothing will EVER be FINE! You get it? They came to this world under our care, Granger. YOU used to know that better than anyone else! You knew we were doing all of this FOR them! YOU made me promise to make sure they were safe, sound and happy! YOU! You, whose each intake of breath is not taken at their expense, Granger!”

“A promise you broke, Draco, don’t forget you were the first one to put their lives second to mine.” She glared at him, “Just because you failed, you’re not redeemed from your sins.”

“I didn’t know them, Granger,” he let his voice trail down in anguish. “How could you do that to your own children, your own flesh and blood, they trust you, Granger. I trusted you!” He stabbed the words with a resonant stillness.

“I couldn’t let you die,” she whispered defeated. “You forget we did this so they could keep their father, too, and now they do. They’ll understand. I’m sure of it.” She muttered each word taking a deep breath, each breath giving her back her confidence and certainty that she had done the right thing. “You’re a hypocrite, Draco. You don’t fool anyone. You’d have done the same.”

“That’s just it, Granger. I have done much worse for them, for you. And now, I have finally rubbed on you,” he whispered. “And nothing about that makes it alright, nothing.”

She understood then, it wasn’t about her or what she had done, he was blaming himself. Her heart cried out for him. Talk about thinking everything revolves around you, she thought painfully.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. She couldn’t think of anything to alleviate his anguish, so she embraced him. “But now they have you, and you’ll be able to see them grow up and be there for them. It has to be worth it, Draco. It’s worth everything.” She told him, bringing a hand to his heart as she took comfort on the vibration the pumping produced.

“At what cost, Granger? You took their life to give me one, how long I live is taken from them. They were mine to protect, Granger, not to use or take advantage.”

“Nobody understands them better than you do, Draco, not even me. What would happen to Kath if you weren’t here? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to handle her. What would I have done without you, Draco? I’ll never be able to live without you.” Tears soaked his neck as she kissed him on the cheek. “They need you, almost as much as I do,” she pushed herself up, finally catching his eyes. “Remember when I gave birth to them?”

He huffed in sardonic humour, “I won’t ever forget, Granger.”

“I forgave what you did to me then, because it not only saved my life, it gave me the chance to know them, to see them grow up. I know few people understand this, but even when you did it for yourself, Draco, you did it for them too; you gave them their mother back. It was the right thing to do, and now I’ve made sure they have their daddy, too. The fact that I learned this from you, Love, only reflects of how great a person you are.” She rested her front on his, “You need to forgive yourself, for me, for them,” she murmured.

“When I left you, when I yelled at you in the infirmary when I found out you were pregnant, and then came back just to try to get rid of them. How did you forgive me after that?” He couldn’t imagine how his question could cause her to emit a chuckle, but it did; a soft chuckle in the base of his neck that reverberated all the way to his heart.

“I love you, Draco, all of you, how could I not forgive your most raw traits, those that shape you to the core of your being, those that holler of your over-protective soul. It’s just your way to deal with pain, love, you were scared, you were about to live through nine months of my impending death and chances were it would be even less. I don’t think I’d be strong enough to accept that. I’m sorry I made you go through it. My pregnancy was a completely different experience for me than it was for you, and I’m really sorry for that.”

Draco scoffed, the trace of a smile hidden in his lips. “I’m glad, don’t apologise, it was my fault you got pregnant, you didn’t know you had started blocking the charms that way too. I was the negligent party, not you.”

“You’re right,” she said lifting up from his chest to have a better look at him, “you gave me my babies,” she said smiling brilliantly at him.

It made him laugh, “come here, you cheeky minx,” he told her and turned her around the bed to have a better look of her, her hair was all over the place and she was beaming at him with a smile as big as her soul. “How could you think I didn’t want to get into bed because of you, Kitten?” He traced a finger around her cheek to remove a curl. “I’d have to be crazy,” he said, looking at her, almost transfixed, his finger going down her collarbone, her expression changing as she looked intently into his eyes. “I guess I am,” he continued, “I’m crazy about you.”

He lowered his head to kiss her, probing her lips with his, delving his tongue in the depths of her mouth. She responded with raw emotion, it felt like ages since he had touched her like this, and how could she forget that it wasn’t long ago that she felt like he would never do so again.

She brought her hands around his neck, started playing with his hair. He traced his hands to her waist, gently feeling her shape through the material of her clothes; he followed down with his lips, kissing her neck and tasting her flesh. The power of their emotion enhanced the already dense room with their passion.

He met the skin of her chest, lowering the strap of her top, pulling it down to reveal her breast, and caressed it with a tender touch as he nibbled her neck. She emitted a low moan that reverberated in her throat, the skin beneath his lips.

It felt like he was drinking from her, like she was healing ambrosia and he was devouring her.

They made love, both listening to their heartbeats, feeling their trembling muscles beneath their skin, their soft intakes of breath, joining their bodies in a dance that entranced them both in each other, driving them steadily into ecstasy.

It wasn’t comforting, it wasn’t passionate and driven – it was a chant of love and devotion right through every touch.

At the end, they laid in a heap of tangled limbs, him on his back with Hermione cuddled against him; both silent but quite awake. The only words whispered before he charmed their perspiration away and mended the covers on top of them were.

“Thank you.”

Hermione knew, because she knew him better than she knew herself that his thanks were not for what they had shared. He thanked her for understanding him the way she did, for helping him through his time of need, for helping him forgive the things he’d done, for helping him understand it wasn’t all his fault. Her heart swelled with contentment for him.
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