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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70654 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A.N. This is the end! Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed.

@imran ramji: I also like the Harry/Ginny pairing, but it didn’t work with my plan. I know there’s a lot of Harry /Draco, but I always thought Harry/Ron was a better pairing. Thanks for the comment. It made me chuckle.

@Ari: Thank you for your sweet comments! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the stories.

@sherlocked17: I wanted to personally thank you for all the comments throughout the story. You’re awesome!

“Look, Granger! She’s walking by herself!” Draco said excitedly to his wife.

Hermione looked over from her desk to find Lyra carefully making her way from one piece of furniture to another. She quietly walked over to Draco and took his hand. Lyra was focused on her task and didn’t notice her parents’ awed gazes.

“Malfoy, where’s the camera?” Hermione whispered.

“In the kitchen. But if you go for it, you’ll miss this.”

Hermione squeezed her husband’s hand, acknowledging his wish for her to live in the moment.

Hermione watched her daughter digging holes in the garden of Helene Cottage, their home on the Malfoy Estate. She heard the Floo whoosh. A moment later, Draco came outside and wrapped his arms around Hermione.

“How was work?” she asked.

“Tiring. There was an outbreak of dragon pox at the Ministry, so most of the healers spent the day tending to that lot.”

When Lyra was only two months old, Hermione had tried to go back to work at Gringotts, but her heart wasn’t in her work. Draco convinced her to work for Malfoy Holdings. She started by learning the ins-and-outs of the business, mostly from Narcissa and usually while the baby slept beside her in a portable bassinet.

Mother and son worked together to maintain the company, but Narcissa knew the work didn’t make him happy. Meanwhile, Hermione was fascinated by the work the company was doing to integrate the Muggle world into the wizarding world. Her understanding of the world she grew up in made her an incredible resource to the company.

Hermione and Draco spent many hours discussing the possibility of him leaving the company to pursue healer training. After a presentation to the board of Malfoy Holdings that earned Hermione a standing ovation, Draco finally spoke to Narcissa about his desire to work as a healer. Draco sat on the board of the company, but the day-to-day work was ceded to his mother and wife.

Healer training had been grueling, but Draco had never been more passionate about a course of study. He’d graduated at the top of his class and was immediately hired by St. Mungo’s.

“Daddy!” Lyra cried, running over to give him a big hug.

Draco scooped her into his arms. “Did you have fun with Grandma Jean today?”

Lyra chatted happily to her father about her day with her grandmother, then decided to go back to playing in the garden.

“When should we tell her?” Hermione asked Draco.

“Soon. I think she’ll notice your rounder abdomen.”

“It’s been easier this time around. I wasn’t nearly as sick.”

“I know, love.”

Hermione looped an arm around his slim waist. “I’m going to start supper. Will you watch her for a few minutes? She’s been enjoying the warm weather today.”

Draco sat on a bench watching the other love of his life while she dug like she expected to find a buried treasure. Her light brown curls bounced around her shoulders as her grey eyes focused with single-mindedness on her task. She had her mother’s determination, but her father’s temper, which often made her a challenging child. Even so, Draco couldn’t help but enjoy her never-ending questions and wry observations.

The stress of the day was melting away being home with the two people he loved most.

Draco held his six-month old son as he slept, baby Orion oblivious to the excited shouts and exclamations of the children at the birthday party for Charlotte, daughter of Ginevra and Theodore Nott. In five years, Ginny and Theo had grown their family from two to six. Over that time, he and Theo had become friends once again.

The day Theo had gone to the hospital to see Hermione, Malfoy had recognized the possibility of a match between the redheaded Harpy and the studious, family-centered orphan. By giving them a few precious moments alone, Draco had gifted the couple with the opportunity they needed to get to know one another. Not five months later, they were married and within a year of that fateful day in Hermione’s hospital room, Ginny was pregnant with their son Michael.

Lyra skipped over to her father and cupped her hands over his ear. “Can I sleep over tonight? Mummy said it was fine if you said I could.”

Hermione looked over at her husband and smirked. He winked at her.

Ginny approached Draco and his children, motioning for him to give her the sleeping boy.

“We can keep Orion, too, if you two would like some time alone.”

Draco raised an eyebrow at Ginny. “He doesn’t sleep though the night yet,” he warned.

“We have four kids, Malfoy. We’re up with someone at least part of every night.”

Draco chuckled. “How can I say no? Granger and I haven’t had any time alone since Orion was born.”

“Take your wife home and enjoy your evening. We’ll bring the kids to you by lunch tomorrow.”

“You’re my favorite Weasley and my favorite Nott,” he said, kissing his son’s head.

“I know,” Ginny said with a grin, making her way to Theo through the crowd.

He found Hermione hugging their daughter and urging her to behave. Draco kissed Lyra and the parents made their way to the Floo. When they got back to their cottage, Hermione launched herself at Draco. He caught her easily and met her kiss with his own.

“I’ve missed you,” she murmured as he kissed her neck.

“Gods, I’ve missed you, too.”

Between their two children, Draco’s career as a healer, and Hermione’s substantial work at Malfoy Holdings, the two often fell into bed exhausted. They led a full life, but their responsibilities didn’t always leave time for romance.

They made their way to their bedroom, a trail of clothes marking their path to the second story. With great joy, Draco unhooked Hermione’s bra and threw it behind him. Granger’s tits were spectacular, full and heavy from nursing Orion. Her nipples were sensitive to his every touch. He pushed her against the wall and fingered the sensitive orbs while he watched her breath catch. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, causing her to arch toward him.

Hermione fumbled with his pants until she was able to get them open and pushed them down his legs. Draco kicked them off, while she shimmied out of her skirt. Dropping to her knees, she took his cock in hand and licked pre-cum from the head.

“Fuck, Granger,” he growled, leaning against the wall for support. Watching her worship his manhood from this angle was an erotic sight—from her bobbing head to the glimpses of her breasts swaying as she moved. Her smooth skin was luminescent in the waning light of the evening. She moaned as she took him as deep as she could.

“Get up, love, or our night is going to end a lot sooner than I’d like.”

She slowly released him from her mouth and let him pull her to her feet. They made their way the last few steps to the bed, Draco slapping her arse to hurry her, eliciting a giggle from his wife. He laid on the bed.

“Can I return the favor?” he asked. He loved when Hermione would straddle his face, allowing him to luxuriate in the tangy taste and feminine perfume of her pussy. She answered by moving towards him and placing a leg on either side of his head. He moved her so her wet slit was easily accessible to his mouth and lightly licked.

“Mmm, yes,” she murmured. She gripped the headboard to allow her to move back and forth over his mouth.

His tongue found the tight bundle of nerves at the top of her cleft and began to gently flick it. He snaked a finger between her legs and pushed it into her hot channel.

“Oh God,” Hermione moaned. She tried to hold herself still as Draco’s tongue began to press harder into her clit. He added a second finger, pumping in and out of her desperate body. When he sucked her bud into his mouth while flicking his tongue over it, a move that always made her crazy, she felt her orgasm come crashing though her body.

“Yes, Malfoy! Merlin, yes!”

He eased his sucking as she came down from her high until he finally removed his mouth from her satisfied body. She took a deep, shuddery breath and moved down his chest until she was straddling his painfully hard cock. She rubbed her face over his, feeling her wetness over his mouth and chin.

“That was magnificent, Mr. Malfoy.”

He gave her a smug grin and pushed her hips down to impale her. Even after all the years they’d been together, it always took Hermione a moment to adjust to his size.

“So tight,” he whispered to himself.

She began to slowly rock, enjoying his hands exploring her backside. He kneaded the firm globes in time to her movements. Leaning over him to nick her clit over his pubic bone, he took the opportunity to suck a nipple into his mouth, causing her to whimper. He pinched her other nipple, then took it into his mouth, getting a small taste of her milk.

“I’m going to come,” she warned him, grinding onto him.

“Come, Hermione!” Draco yelled, thrusting into her body.

She shrieked, then moaned as her orgasm made her cunt clench around her husband’s spurting cock. Draco used his hands to move her hips over him to prolong his own orgasm.

“Oh, gods, Draco. That was exactly what I needed.” Hermione laid over her husbands sweaty body, his arms tightly holding her against him.

“Mother has asked us to take over Malfoy Manor. Severus has a sabbatical next school year and they’d like to go on an extended tour of Asia.”

It had been seven years since the death of Lucius Malfoy and within the last year, Narcissa had begun seeing Severus Snape. Draco had always admired the dour potions master and Hermione had warmed to him as he spent time with the family. He adored Narcissa, not just for her delicate beauty, but for her keen mind and quick wit. Draco had relayed to Hermione that Severus had been both surprised and impressed that the Malfoys had welcomed Hermione into their family and thought she was what the Malfoys needed to ensure their line didn’t die out due to “ridiculous pure-blood inbreeding”.

“It is a rather large home for one person,” Hermione acknowledged. For some time, Narcissa had been dropping hints the family needed to move into the manor. “Do you think she wants to live with us?”

“She said she’d take over the dowager cottage. I believe the elves are redecorating it as we speak.”

Draco pulled her onto his lap, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Malfoy Manor has protection and preservation spells woven through the home’s foundation. A Malfoy of Malfoy blood has to reside in the house for the spells to have any strength. Between me, Lyra, and Orion, the house would have more stability than it’s had in centuries.”

“There will be four Malfoys of Malfoy blood in the house,” Hermione said in a quiet voice.

Draco’s arms tightened around his wife’s tense body. “Then we’ll need the extra space.”

“Are you upset? I know we didn’t plan this—“

“Hermione, stop. I’m always nervous about you becoming pregnant after what happened with Lyra, but I love the kids more than anything. Are you okay with this?”

“It’s scary, of course, but exciting, too. At least Orion and the baby will be close in age. Lyra’s going to love being a big sister again.”

Draco chuckled. Lyra was such a little mummy, constantly redirecting her brother and teaching him the ways of the world. Since both Draco and Hermione had been only children, they understood how lonely it could be to lack the companionship of other kids. Their children would never have that experience and for that they were grateful.

“Right after we left Hogwarts I tried to imagine my life with the kind of witch I thought I should be with. Even the thought of that future caused me to feel like I was being suffocated. With you, I feel like I have choices and opportunities instead of duties and obligations. Every time we’ve moved forward in our lives, things get better. I have no doubt the same will happen when we welcome this little one.”

Hermione nodded into his chest, letting the safety and love of her husband envelop her.

Draco, Hermione, Lyra, Orion and Scorpius stood in the train station, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to take Lyra to school. Draco teased Hermione that she’d be sorted into Slytherin, but he knew his girl was a Gryffindor at heart. The ferocious way she guarded her brothers and defended what she thought was right, well, those were the hallmarks of the house of the brave. Amongst the school’s older children, their Lyra looked so little, but Draco and Hermione knew she was more than ready to start school.

Lyra fiercely hugged her little brothers, making Orion promise that he’d be a good big brother to Scorp. Orion hugged his beloved sister with tears in his big brown eyes.

Draco held Scorpius while Hermione embraced her daughter, mother whispering words of wisdom into her ear. Lyra kissed her mum’s cheek and turned to her dad. As a baby, Lyra had first bonded to Draco and over the years that bond had remained strong. When she wanted reassurance, Lyra went to her father.

Hermione took Scorpius so Draco could say goodbye to his daughter.

“Owl us when you get sorted. Remember: any house but Hufflepuff.”

“Dad! I thought you wanted me to be in Severus’ house.”

“You’ll do fine in any house, my brilliant daughter.” Draco lowered his voice. “Nana Cissa gave me this to give to you. It’s the necklace she got when she started at Hogwarts and it’s very important to her. She wanted you to have it.”

Draco showed his daughter the two-carat diamond solitaire on a platinum chain. He knew Hermione would think it was too opulent for an eleven year old, and she was right, but the necklace was a sweet gift from his mother and he wouldn’t deny her the happiness of sharing with her granddaughter.

“Oh, Daddy, it’s so beautiful,” she whispered back. “I’ll send her an owl tonight.”

The train whistled, alerting students to board.

“I love you, Lyra. We have no doubt you’ll do wonderfully at school.”

The Malfoys gathered around Lyra, hugging her before she walked to the waiting train. Draco buried his face in Hermione’s curls, willing himself to calm down as his little girl made her way to the train. He felt Orion place his soft hand in his larger hand.

“It’s okay, Daddy.”

Draco looked at Orion’s concerned face and smiled. “I know, buddy. We’ll all miss her, won’t we?”

The Malfoy family watched the train leave Platform 9 ¾ . Draco held Orion’s hand while Hermione held Scorpius.

“Grandma Jean and Grandpa Richard are waiting for us at their house,” Hermione said to her family. “Grandma Jean promised she’d make blueberry pancakes for you two.”

“Yay!” the boys said, sad thoughts banished as they excitedly thought of visiting their grandparents.

“Come on, love,” Hermione said to her husband. She’d have to take care of him on this day they knew had been coming for many years.

He kissed Hermione and they made their way to the Apparition point, prepared to enjoy the day.
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