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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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“Honey, I’m home!” Draco called as he walked through the swing gate of their modest cottage.

“We’re around back,” Hermione called.

Draco meandered around the side of the house and had to catch his breath. His eldest, Emmaline, was yelling at the top of her lungs while chasing around their second child, Scorpius. Her wild blond curls streamed behind her as she shouted for the brown headed boy to give her book back. Their toe headed twin tots, Rosaline and Adelaide were giggling at ginger kneezle kitten stalking bugs in the garden. Hermione rose to greet him, her stomach swollen with their fifth, a boy they’d decided to call Nathanial.

It was his dream come to life. Of course, he never dreamed that he would be the assistant potioneer for the Unspeakables, that he’d co-own an apothecary with Severus Snape, and that Hermione would be the head of the Ministry’s Magical Law department specializing in pureblood/muggleborn laws… and a fellow Unspeakable either. He wanted to cry but that was ridiculous. Malfoys didn’t cry, though it wasn’t a sign of weakness to do so.

“Welcome home darling,” Hermione said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She could barely get them around him because she was so heavily pregnant.

Draco gave her a sensual kiss and held her away from him so he could gaze at her. “You’re beautiful.”

Hermione blushed and ducked her head. “Stop that you charmer.”

Draco chuckled. “You love me.”

Hermione gave a long suffering sigh. “I suppose I do. I just can’t help myself.”

Draco put his hand over his chest. “You wound me!”

“DADDY!”

Draco turned to see his twins toddling over towards him, the ginger menace he affectionately called Weasel darting between their legs. He scooped them up in a bear hug and spun them around just for the pleasure of hearing them squeal in delight. He kissed them on their heads and sat them down right before Scorpius came flying at him, doing a barrel roll. He quickly deflected him with a wandless shield so he would fly above and not into him.

“Thanks dad!” Scorpius called.

“Be careful!” Draco warned, only to be knocked flat by Emmaline.

“Sorry dad,” she groaned, her amber eyes wet with tears. “He won’t give me my book back. I was almost finished with it.”

Draco pulled himself and his daughter up and set about dusting them off. “What book was it?”

Emmaline sighed. “It was called the Dark Crystal.”

“You could just watch the bloody movie,” Scorpius called from the air.

“Language!” Hermione shouted.

“Sorry mum,” Scorpius called. His grey eyes told the truth. He wasn’t the least bit sorry.

“I want to read it,” Emmaline said sadly. “I find my imagination is infinitely better than muggle animatronics in the eighties.”

Draco couldn’t help but laugh. At ten, their daughter was a chip off the old block, her mother’s anyway. He would have been like Scorpius and demanded to see the movie, though he enjoyed a good book.

“Tell you what darling,” Draco said. “When you finish the book, I’ll take you, the twins, and Lily to see the movie. You can compare it later. What do you say?”

Emmaline brightened immediately and almost squealed in delight when Draco wandlessly summoned her book from Scorpius’s hands and returned it. She ran off to finish the last pages.

“Do you even know how the movie ends?” Hermione laughed as Scorpius scowled and began doing the tricks his Uncle Harry had taught him, though it scared the daylights out of her. He was only seven.

“I sure do,” Draco said haughtily. “He gets the girl.” He gave her another kiss.

“EEEWWW,” the twins squealed. “Cooties.”

Draco pulled away and grinned. “Come here. I’ll give you some cooties!”

They ran off with delighted shrieks. Hermione giggled at their antics and barely caught the sound of the wards chiming. She waddled to the front to see Harry, Ginny, and their three children waiting.

“Ready for the party?” Harry asked.

“Not hardly,” Hermione sighed. “I really don’t need another baby shower.”

“Venus would hex you a new one if you resisted,” Harry warned.

“Especially after that one you threw for her and Charlie,” Ginny giggled.

Hermione huffed. “Well, it was her first. This is my fifth. I don’t need anything.”

“Except maybe a million nappies,” Harry cut in.

“Well, there is that,” Hermione said grudgingly. “Where’s Ron and Blaise?”

“They went to try and drag Neville away from the greenhouses. Luna’s got her hands full with Hugo and Woulf,” Ginny said. “Venus said she’d make sure they got out of there without venomous tantaculas this time.” She shuddered. “Thank goodness.”

“And Snape and Naomi will arrive after dark as usual,” Harry chimed in.

“You know Harry, one of these days you’re going to have to start calling him Severus,” Hermione pointed out.

Harry huffed. “I named my second child after the git. Isn’t that enough?”

Hermione giggled. “You did that to piss him off.”

“Yes, well,” Harry hemmed. “Anyway, Daphne and Theresa are coming too, though they might have to stun Justin and Theo to get here. I can’t believe you want to have a co-ed baby shower.”

Hermione sniffed. “I figure that if I have to suffer, everyone has to suffer.”

Ginny giggled. “Venus thinks it’s grand. She said that Charlie needed to appreciate what she went through anyway.”

“Still can’t believe Snape didn’t have a coronary when she married a Weasley,” Harry sniggered.

“Well, Alexander and Sophia both have black hair, so I suppose that has mollified him somewhat,” Hermione said.

“Still, two kids, both with Weasleys,” Ginny cackled.

Harry growled. “I’m not his kid.”

“You aren’t?” Hermione asked.

Harry ducked his head and grumbled. Snape had sort of become like a father figure to him over the years and everyone knew it. He sniffed. “So, where’s Draco?”

“Around back trying to give the twins cooties.”

Harry chuckled. “Nice. How’s he… um… taking it?”

Hermione sighed. “Honestly Harry, he’s fine with Narcissa remarrying. He really likes Jean Luke and he’s glad his mother is happy.”

Harry frowned. “I meant about Lucius’s parole.”

Hermione’s face turned black. “I still can’t believe they let that bastard out.”

“He’s been stripped of his magic already,” Harry said softly. “And he’ll have eyes on him at all times.”

“I suppose,” Hermione grouched. “Still. Anyway, I’m just glad Emmanuel got the kiss.”

Harry hummed. “We finally found enough evidence to bury him forever. His followers will be next.”

“I’m sort of sad that Pansy was one of them,” Hermione said. “I’d have never thought…”

Harry nodded. “Wasn’t expecting that one, but she made her choice. You and Draco pleaded your cases that day in the Great Hall. You can’t save them all.”

Hermione nodded sadly. “Well, anyway, Draco’s taking it in stride. He knows he has friends who will back him up and protect him if needed.”

Harry nodded. She didn’t have to say it. Unspeakables always looked out for their fellow recruits. Always. It was nice to know an entire league of highly trained individuals had your back. And for the rest… there was love.

Always.

AN: And that's the end. This has been one hell of a crazy ride. I hope you all enjoyed it. I certainly did. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. They certainly make long days and even longer nights better. Until the next one... Love you guys!!!
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