Count Your Blessings

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Author’s Note
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Your wish is my command! Epilogue is up and I happen to really like it.

kazfeist – As for Draco’s patronus, I was tempted to use a ferret but meh that was too stupid and not Draco enough. As for an osprey, not only do they look really awesome, but I really think the temperament the raptor shows fits Draco. It is associated with water and Slytherin, as we know, is associated with the element of water so I thought that would be interesting considering all Malfoys are Slytherins. Ospreys are known for being incredibly intelligent and fierce but have been associated with honor. Some stores where a person has an osprey as a totem, or spirit guide, say that they are elegant, ambitious, predatory, cunning and hard workers. It just seems to fit Draco a little more than other animals. I did far too much research for my own good but it was well worth it!


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Platform 9 ¾
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The shiny black Rolls Royce Phantom Coupe pulling into a parking space next to a shabby looking Mazda gathered more attention than the family riding inside. Two kids popped out of the back of the car and rushed toward the trolleys where they lugged two over to the car. A woman with long curly brown hair stepped out of the car wearing a petite lavender sundress. She smiled as the youngest jumped off the curb and rushed toward the other sibling. The father, a tall athletic looking blond, had made his way to the back of the car and was busy putting large trunks onto the trolley.

Two owls of dark colors were moved in their cages to the kids, who put them on top of their trunks. Closing the trunk of the car, the man clicked the alarm and ruffled the hair of one of his children. He moved quickly when the youngest nearly ran his foot over. His wife smiled brightly at her husband and extended her hand, to which he took. They strolled lightly behind their children, eagerly pushing the trolleys toward the trains.

“Mum! Dad! Hurry,” one shouted, waving at the two.

“We’re coming!” the mother called, feeling her husband wrap his arm around her waist.

His free hand was shoved into the pocket of it kaki slacks. His hair was ruffled slightly, swooping over his face like a veil of bangs, and his skin was a peachy color – the result of being out in the sun too often. He had bright cobalt colored eyes that were accented by the periwinkle colored sweater vest and white dress shirt under.

There was nothing particular with this family of four as they moved through the crowds at King’s Cross that faithful early September. Maybe just a little something was off. Two young boys pushed trolleys laden heavy with trunks and a large owl. The mother held onto her youngest son’s hand while she helped him push the heavy trolley while her husband led the family through the crowd. They garnered a few odd looks but nothing was painfully obvious as there were quite a few people toting around owls and trunks – some even dressed a little funny. No, this family looked like a normal family, with the exception of the hooting owls in their cages.

Coming to Platform 9 and 10, the mother glanced at the father and with a curt nod he disappeared with his eldest son. Their youngest kept wide eyes and grinned from ear to ear, his father’s smile. She looked down at her son and nodded, watching him run full steam ahead and disappear into the barrier. Glancing around her, she quickly followed suit.

Platform 9 ¾ hadn’t changed a lick after nineteen years. In fact, it looked eerily the same the first time she stepped through years and years ago. Her husband moved quickly, following their eldest to the front of the train where he helped shove his trunk into the storage compartment under the train. Her youngest looked up at her uneasily but she gave him an encouraging smile, grasping onto the trolley with one hand to steer it toward another part of the train.

Her honey brown eyes landed on two men standing in front of a gaggle of children. One with shaggy black hair and blazing emerald eyes spotted her and smiled wide, nudging another who wore a baby carrier on his chest with none other than a baby in it. He too smiled and waved as she moved a little quicker to reach them. She stopped the trolley and held onto her youngest son’s hand while they made their way to the group.

“Hermione!” Harry called, his voice baritone and humming with happiness.

He wrapped his strong arms around her and lifted her from the ground by his hug. Hermione let out a strangled giggle and wiggled her feet until she felt the ground under them. She kissed his cheek and looked to his friend, her friend. Ron smiled at her and gave her half a hug lest she would suffocate his youngest child. Harry and Ron were celebrated Aurors and still best friends after all of these years.

“You look amazing, ‘Mione,” Ron chirped, brushing her brown locks from her face.

“And you look busy,” she replied, noticing the cooing babbling child in the harness. “Most definitely a Weasley.”

They laughed as the baby laughed and stood around watching a few other families come through the barrier. Her youngest hid behind Hermione’s skirt and peered over at Harry’s other two children and one of Ron’s. Hermione patted him on the head and gave him an encouraging push. He moved quickly to join their game of exploding snap.

“So,” Hermione asked, looking around, “Where’s Ginny?”

“Don’t give me that look, James,” a loud yet pleasant voice shrilled from behind them.

“Aww, but mum, Fred gets to do it, why can I?” came another voice from inside a compartment.

“Do you look like Fred? No, you don’t. So, I don’t want to hear another word of it,” the red headed woman said, watching her son grumble and disappear into the compartment.

She turned around and smiled with glee, rushing to Hermione. Ginny launched into her arms and hugged her tightly; cutting off any oxygen supply she had saved for this moment. She parted from her friend and laughed as Ginny moved to Harry where he wrapped his arm around her. Now the senior correspondent for the Daily Prophet, Ginny was well on her way to becoming the best journalist. It did help that she was responsible for the canning of Rita Skeeter after that horrible woman crashed her and her husband’s wedding.

Ginny had grown so much over the nineteen years. Still athletic after having three children, she looked very young for her age. Her hair had grown out and was a shining flaming red. She still had freckles glittered across her face but they were far and few in between. She was, however, still short like Hermione and came up to Harry’s armpit. Harry had changed as well. Still shaggy black hair and blazing emerald green eyes, but he wore different rectangular black framed glasses that looked far better on him than the circular ones. He was muscular but not nearly as much as Ron. Ron had shorter hair than she remembered and it stuck out like a halo of fire, although it looked as if it were receding a little.

“Where’s Luna, Ron?” Ginny asked, fixing Harry’s shirt much like Mrs. Weasley would whenever they visited.

“Right here, Ginny,” Luna’s soft spacey voice echoed as she moved through a parted crowd.

Small and petite, the woman wobbled slightly with a large belly carrying yet another Weasley. Her hair was cropped short into small ringlets of dirty brown but she still wore her butter beer bottle cap necklace. She held the hands of two twin boys, their hair a unique strawberry blonde. One held a set of bright blue eyes and the other dark hazel. They quickly joined the others. Luna gave Hermione a hug and grasped onto her hand lightly.

“Oh Hermione, you look lovely,” she said lightly, “Are you using the shampoo I sent you for Christmas? They have Nargle essence infused in it. Maybe that’s why your hair looks so lovely.”

Ron rolled his eyes while Ginny tried to hide her giggle in Harry’s chest. Hermione laughed a little and nodded in the affirmative. In fact, she hadn’t used that shampoo. Her husband promptly tossed it in the bin when he learned what Luna thought was in it, but she didn’t really mind. Over the years they had accumulated so many oddities that she didn’t know what to do with.

Their laughs stopped when a tall, athletically slim Draco Malfoy stepped up to them. Harry and Ron stiffened and tilted their heads back.

“Potter,” Draco said curtly, “Weasley.”

“Malfoy,” both Harry and Ron said with intensity.

They stared at one another for a moment before a grin broke over their faces. They chuckled and shook hands, patting each others backs.

“Blimey, you look good!” Ron said loudly, staring at Draco from top to bottom, “How do you keep your hair? I’m afraid I’ll lose mine like me dad!”

He rubbed his spiky locks with his hand and laughed. Draco brought his arm around Hermione and pulled her to him where she placed her hand over his taut stomach.

“You do have an abnormal amount of children, Weasley,” Draco said, looking down at the youngest and then over to a very pregnant Luna.

“What can I say?” Ron shrugged, “I’m irresistible.”

“And the Weasley gene to procreate is prominent,” Luna added, causing everyone to stare at her for a second before laughing.

“Mum!” a voice from the compartment beside them crowed. “Mum! Mum! Mum!”

“What?” Hermione asked with a tad bit of annoyance as her fifteen year old son was nearly hanging out of the compartment.

“Did you see what Fred got?” he asked, looking over the faces of his family members and friends, “He and George got new brooms! When can I get a new broom?”

“When you get your grades up,” Hermione simply answered, watching her son groan.

“But mum!”

“You heard me,” Hermione quirked an eyebrow, “Lucian.”

“What’s the point of being rich if we can’t get anything we want,” Lucian grumbled, disappearing back into the compartment.

“Yeah, what is the point of being rich when you can’t buy whatever you want?” Ron asked, quirking an eyebrow, “You lot are rolling in galleons!”

“But that’s why we have money, Weasley,” Draco said with a mild grin, “We don’t spend it of superfluous things…Unlike some.”

“Draco!” Hermione gasped, hitting his abdomen while he and Harry tried to keep their laughter at bay.

Ron’s ears went pink and he began stammering, “Just because….just because I bought a Muggle ice cream truck doesn’t mean it’s not important.”

“He hasn’t used it since he got it,” Luna added, staring up at her husband lovingly, “Isn’t that right? It’s a Nargle nest.”

Everyone became silent before exploding with laughter. Draco nudged Harry, who nudged him back, only to hit him in the arm. Ginny brought her hand up and stopped Harry from retaliating, knowing that once they began sparring they would never stop until some one was bloody and had a concussion.

“Oi, there’s the Notts!” Ron tilted his head back as Hermione and Draco turned.

Nott wore a brown tweed suit and had a pair of silver glasses perched a top his nose. His mousy brown hair fell over his eyes as he ushered a child forward, his wife standing beside him. She leaned over and smiled, waving a little whereas Nott grinned wide. Nott had become quite popular amongst his peers and was responsible for the creation of several laws that would keep criminals behind bars, and helped Hermione demolish laws that favored purebloods over all others.

“Who woulda thought Nott married Cho Chang,” Ron quipped, glancing to Harry who merely shrugged.

“She is on the Hollyhead Harpies, worth lots of galleons, Witch Weekly’s Best Looking Bird, and pureblood,” Draco said, “It was only a matter of time; he’s fancied her since fourth year.”

“You seemed to memorize her stats,” Harry grinned, darting his eyes to Hermione and back to Draco.

“I had to hear it every day when they first got together, it’s bound to stick some how,” Draco shrugged, “Excuse me, I should say hello.”

He kissed Hermione’s cheek and stalked off toward Nott. Hermione watched the men give each other large hugs before he kissed Cho on the cheek. Her gaze drifted off to another couple, one of whom she was hoping never to see again. Pansy Parkinson and her husband.

“Urgh,” Ginny groaned, “She’s still trying to flaunt her wealth.”

Hermione and Luna laughed while watching Pansy dust off invisible hair from the shoulder of a daughter – who looked surprisingly like her mother when they were in school. Their eyes met and she swore Pansy gave her the stink eye before shuttling her kid off onto the train. Pansy had married well off, as usual, although the tabloids weren’t particularly nice about it. Her husband looked like a large crane, tall and thin with a big nose, but he was a pleasant fellow. She had run into him several times in Diagon Alley and had short conversations with him. It, of course, did help that Draco was always with her, considering the man hated Muggle-borns as much as his wife did. But what could one do?

Blaise Zabini and his wife, Daphne, were the next to run through the barrier. One tall, abnormally attractive, son popped out from behind them, pushing the trolley over. Blaise and Daphne joined Draco and the Notts, where they hugged and began speaking lively about something. Hermione smirked when Draco’s cobalt blue eyes settled on her and twinkled very much like a Headmaster she knew.

“Mum! Dad!” James shouted as he and Lucian darted from the train, coming to stand beside their respected parents.

James was like Harry in every way, just as Lucian was like Draco. Lucian was the eldest, at fifteen, and just as tall as his father was when he was that age. He had short blonde locks that fell over his face, causing him to constantly push his hair back over his head. Just like Draco, he had the same Malfoy grin plastered across his face. They grinned mischievously at one another before looking to Harry and Ginny.

“”Tell them Luc!” James nudged his best mate in the ribs.

“Mum!” Lucian said loudly, “Guess who we saw snogging in a compartment!”

“Victoire and Teddy!” James laughed, looking at his parents as they gave him a stern look.

“Why would you be spying on them snogging?” Ginny asked, watching her son shrink just a tad. “That’s rude, James Sirius Potter!”

“But Luc,” James pointed to Lucian, who knocked his hand away.

“It was an accident,” Lucian made air quotes and grinned, “Not like we saw much anywhere. He nearly hexed our bollocks off.”

“That’s what you get,” Hermione replied lightly, “How many times do I have to tell you…”

“We know, we know,” both boys said at the same time, “Don’t eaves drop on someone because it’s rude and you wouldn’t want people watching you. We know! But…they were snogging!”

Lucian and James looked at each other as they finished their sentence and broke out into a reel of laughter.

“I think it’s wholly unconscionable,” came an airy voice from behind Luna.

A teenage girl walked up carrying a three year old on her hip. She had long curly dirty strawberry blond locks, Luna’s bright blue eyes but a small sheen of freckles across her nose. Looking very much like Luna had in school; the girl handed her little brother to her mother and looked at both boys.

“Sneaking up on some one while they’re otherwise engage,” she huffed.

“Like you weren’t spying on Lucian changing into his robes, Soleil,” James snickered, watching the girl’s face turn a bright shade of pink.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Soleil said quickly, avoiding eye contact with Lucian, who reddened as well.

Hermione looked between both kids and grinned, the cogs in her brain working overtime. Ginny gave Hermione a knowing look and both mothers grinned wildly at the thought. Lucian cleared his throat and tugged on James’ sleeve.

“Let’s go check out Fred and George’s new broom,” Lucian whispered, pulling James along.

“Why Fred and George decided that it’d be funny to name their kids Fred and George is beyond me,” Ron said with a sigh, “I can never get the right one when I call their names out!”

Hermione laughed and felt a pair of hands snake around her waist, pulling her back against a harden chest. She looked up and smiled at her husband. Her beautiful husband standing there with his arms around her.

“What’d I miss?” he asked, watching his son and the Potter kid disappear onto the train.

“Just young love,” Ginny giggled, causing Draco to quirk an eyebrow.

“Honestly!” Soleil snapped, crossing her arms, “Just because some one finds another boy attractive does not mean….”

“Oi! Sole!” Lucian shouted from yet a different compartment, “C’mere you! We’re trying to see who can get the vomit flavored Botts bean and you’re on my team! Let’s go!”

“Coming Lucian!” Soleil said with bright cheeks, glaring at Ginny and Hermione – who grinned – as she moved through the crowd and jumped into the train.

“Ah,” Draco nodded, “I get it now. I better not have a load of grandchildren, Weasley, or I’m holding you responsible.”

“What!” Ron sputtered, “They’re just children! They’re….”

“It was a joke,” Draco said, watching his friend turn red in the face for a moment.

“Oh,” Ron laughed, his shoulders rolling back with each thunderous laugh.

The train whistle blew and all children around them scampered about. Hermione and Draco’s youngest appeared next to them looking sullen. Draco knelt down and brought his hand to his son’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Scorpius?” he asked, tilting his son’s chin up.

“Everyone says they’ll be in Gryffindor,” he sniffed, “I want to be in Slytherin like you and Lucian but…they said that Syltherins are evil gits.”

“Who said that?” Hermione said angrily, “Just because a few witches and wizards are unfriendly does not mean…”

“Hermione,” Draco looked at her, giving her a look to drop the lecturing act for a moment before turning to his son, “Do you think Slytherins are evil gits, Scorp?”

“No,” he sniffed a little, “But they…they said that any one in Slytherin…”

“Lucian is in Slytherin, I was in Slytherin,” Draco said softly, “Are we evil gits?”

“Lucian is sometimes,” Scorpius huffed, crossing his arms.

“I happen to know loads of brave people in Slytherin. Don’t let anyone else think any different of you,” Draco smiled and brushed his long blond hair from his face, “I am and will always be proud of you.”

Scorpius smiled and sniffed as Draco rose, “Now, give me a hug and get the hell out of my sight.”

“Draco!” Hermione snapped, watching Scorpius laugh as he hugged Draco around the waist.

Scorpius moved to hug Hermione before Lucian dipped his head out of the compartment, “Hey, Scorp get your arse in here! We’re going to leave you behind! I saved you a seat next to us!”

“Ok!” Scorpius shouted, “Wait up!”

He kissed Hermione on the cheek when she bent down and disappeared into the train. Hermione and Draco waved their sons off. Scorpius stuck his head out of the compartment with Lucian and waved, shouting that he’d write. Ginny and Harry bade the Malfoys fare well and planned a lunch date before disappearing through the platform. Ron, Luna and his several younger children hugged and attacked the Malfoys before leaving.

Standing at a somewhat empty platform, Draco brought his hand to Hermione and intertwined their fingers. He looked at her and she at him. “I kinda which I could go back to Hogwarts,” he said lightly.

“Why? You want the boys to send another toilet seat back with your name on it this time?” Hermione asked as they walked out of Platform 9 ¾.

“Good idea but no,” Draco replied, wrapping his arm around her waist, “I kinda want to go back to the Room of Requirement…to…ah you know.”

“Why would you want to do that when we have a perfectly fine bed at home,” Hermione said with a quirked eyebrow, “You’re such a dirty pig.”

Draco grinned, “And you’re a bloody bint, what can I say? You bring out the nasty in me.”

“Right,” Hermione laughed as they got into the car, “This is coming from the head of the Department of Mysteries. What happened to propriety and honor?”

“That went out the door the day I married you,” he laughed, driving off to their country side estate.

Hermione leaned over, placing her hand on his thigh as they drove and grinned at him, a twinkle in her eye. He looked at her with a knowing smirk and stepped on the gas.

They barely made it into the door before attacking one another. Draco waved off several house elves and picked Hermione up over his shoulder.

“Thirty seven and still spry!” Draco huffed as he raced up the stairs.

“You’re going to pull your back,” Hermione giggled as they moved to their large bedroom.

“You speak as if I’m an old man, Granger,” Draco laughed, dropping her to her feet before closing the bedroom door.

His hands instantly flew to her waist, pulling her to him as their lips crashed onto one another. Her hands reached up to touch his smooth face, fingers dancing across his skin. Draco groaned into the kiss and moved forward, effectively pushing her toward the bed. His hands skimmed the hem of her blouse before ripping the buttons free, scattering them everywhere. Hermione’s hands were brought to his sweater vest, tugging it from his form before she retaliated for her ribbed blouse and ripped his dress shirt.

Draco grunted and picked her up, pushing her onto the bed while one hand moved between them to his belt. She shimmied out of her skirt and kicked her sandals off. Using her toes, Hermione shoved Draco’s trousers and boxers from him one swift motion. Tracing her fingers over his chest, Hermione pushed her chest against his, her breasts rubbing against his pectoral muscles.

He pushed her back and brought his lips to her throat, nipping and pulling at the soft flesh of her neck. Hermione moaned softly, feeling his cock rub against her wet folds. Draco’s hands traced over her form, still petite and soft, until they slipped under her bottom, grasping tightly onto it. Hermione laughed and rolled over, pinning him to his back with her hands.

She brought her fingers over his chest, biting her bottom lip as they skimmed the deep glossy scars that trailed from his throat to the center of his chest. Draco brought his hand to hers as they reached the edge of his scars and looked into her eyes, watching a few tears form in the corners.

“Do you still feel guilty?” he asked, watching her eyes flicker to him.

“It’s just…I…” Hermione closed her eyes when Draco brought his hand to her abdomen and traced it upward.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered, leaning up to kiss the center of her chest, “If anything, it makes me look more distinguished.”

“Scars make you more distinguished?” Hermione breathed, tilting her head back as his lips nipped at the center of her throat.

He hummed an affirmative and brought his lips to her ears, “It shows how far I’m willing to go to save the woman I love, and the guys wonder if we have really hot sex from time to time.”

“You..are…such a…” Hermione gasped when he rolled her to her back and brought a hand between them, positioning himself at her heated entrance.

“Such a what?” Draco breathed, grunting as he slowly sheathed his length into her.

“Such a…OH!” Hermione rasped as he thrusted once, filling her completely. “A...ferret.”

“Bloody bint,” he groaned, rocking his hips against her, “You love it…You love me.”

“Yess…” she responded, establishing a rhythm with him. “oh gods, Draco.”

Draco grinned against her lips when he descended his own over hers. He eased further into her slowly, carefully, feeling the tension in her body shift and change each time he moved, her hands alternately clutching or caressing him as she gasped and moaned beneath him. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Draco hissed through clenched teeth, fighting the desire to succumb to the pressure, to bury him self in her, take her hard and fast.

Hermione moaned loudly, arching her sweat laden back off the duvet. Draco leaned up, grasping onto her thighs and closed his eyes as he pounded into her tight heat. She had two children, two children, and was still tightly sheathed around him. Amazing. Hermione whimpered and brought a hand to his chest, rocking her hips to him in time. Parting her lips for air, Hermione felt her body convulse around her as an earth shattering orgasm raked through her body, clutching his length inside her.

Draco grunted in response and dropped her legs, leaning over her. His hands were brought beside her head and grasped onto the bed sheets as his hips began diving quickly inside her, reveling the tension and tightness of her hot cunt. Parting his own lips to help assuage his labored breathing, Draco clenched his jaw as his sac tightened and he sprayed her with his hot seed. He pumped inside her a few more times, slowly and almost wantonly before falling to her side.

They stared at the ceiling panting heavily. Draco pulled himself to his side and kissed her throat, his fingers touching her stomach lightly. He began whispering the contraceptive charm but stopped when Hermione put her hand over his and looked to him.

“No,” she whispered, smiling.

“You want…” Draco looked down at her and smiled, “Really?”

“Don’t you?” Hermione asked, feeling his hand rub her stomach.

“After seeing Weasley’s brood?” he scoffed and grinned, “Most definitely.”

Hermione smiled as he rolled over her and peppered her face with kisses, “Maybe a girl? Mum’s been bugging me for a granddaughter and it’d be nice to see what our daughter would look like.”

“We have ten whole months to try for one,” Hermione giggled, bringing her bare legs up, “If you’re back isn’t bothering you that is.”

“Stop saying that! I'm not old!” Draco laughed, burying his face into her neck.

“You’re not a young stud anymore,” she bit her lip to prevent her from smiling as Draco looked up from her hair and glared.

“I’ll show you young stud!” he growled, bringing his hands to her waist to pull her over him.

“Ah!” Hermione laughed, giggling as they wrestled over the bed before settling into yet another amorous moment.

Draco was most definitely not an old man.



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EPILOGUE EXPLANATION
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Draco and Hermione – Two children: Lucian Abraxas (Slytherin 5th year) and Scorpius Hyperion (Slytherin 1st year). Draco headed up the Department of Mysteries after his father, Lucius, retired and is a governor on the school board ensuring every child has an equal opportunity to learn. He makes investments in the Muggle world with the proper use of Arithmancy, must to the dismay of Hermione. Hermione works for the Department of International Magical Cooperation where she is responsible for the creation of many treaties and one of the most renowned political speakers of her age.

Harry and Ginny Potter – Three children: James Sirius (Gryffindor 5th year), Lily Luna (Gryffindor 3rd year), Albus Remus (soon to be Gryffindor 1st year). Harry is a celebrated Auror, head of the Department of Magical Law, and a guest speaker at Hogwarts DADA from time to time. Ginny played for Hollyhead Harpies for two years before settling down to become a reporter. She successfully got Rita Skeeter canned after the woman printed total scrap about Hermione and Draco during their nuptials.

Ron and Luna Weasley – Six children + one pregnancy: Soleil Rose (Gryffindor 5th year), Henry Charles (Ravenclaw 4th year), Lysander and Lorcan (six year old twins), Rolph Arthur (three years old), baby Hugo (four months). Ron is a celebrated Auror alongside Harry, who is his best friend and partner. He played Quidditch for the Cannons for a year before dislocating his shoulder, breaking his nose, four ribs, and winding up in the Sahara Desert during one game. Luna is equivalent to a Muggle naturalist but specializes in different species. She most recently discovered the first Nargle population in India.

Theodore and Cho Nott – One child: Pandora Lee (Ravenclaw 1st year). Theodore works as the department head for Laws and Regulations alongside Remus Lupin and was responsible for laws that enable everyone receive a fair trial, werewolves allowed to enter school, and a whole new law system that erased the prejudices Muggle-borns faced. Theodore is still best friends with Draco and have weekly get togethers in Hogsmeade where they proceed to get pissed and always end up having their respected wives carry them home.

Blaise and Daphne Zabini – One child: Hadrian Thane (Slytherin 5th year). Blaise is a governor on the school board and the assistant to the Minister of Magic. Daphne works alongside best friend Millicent at St. Mungos as the second head medi-witch.

Pansy and Flavius Moldovan – One child: Fanny Diona (Slytherin 5th year). Pansy managed to worm her way out of Snape’s closet and graduated with her class. She married Flavius Moldovan, a Romanian pureblood worth a hundred and fifty million galleons, and does not work. Fanny is a picture of Pansy during her school years and has a little thing for a certain fifth year Malfoy.

Ex. Yes, Lucian is named after Lucius – who has become a prominent figure in their lives and, stubbornly, very friendly to Hermione. As Snape isn’t dead, Albus has a new middle name. I always though Albus Severus was a horrible combination. HAHA! Soleil means sun (thanks to char_marcus for making me reread what I wrote. That's what I get for not proof reading) and I figured Pansy would name her girl something stupid like Fanny.


EEX. I'm actually working on a fun little one shot between Soleil and Lucian - might or might not post it considering it's totally OOC