An Unexpected Turn of Events

A/N: I’m sorry this chapter took so long. There have been a lot of family difficulties that have been going on. I am hoping that everything will return to normal now that my son is out of the hospital.

High sexual content warning…

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“Dr. Malfoy. I’m going to need you to give the infants names. We can’t file for their records or give them proper identification until they are named.” The young healer intern stood in the doorway watching Draco’s every motion, but Draco couldn’t care less.

It had been two weeks since the twins were born and Hermione’s condition hadn’t changed. It hadn’t gotten worse, but it hadn’t changed. With all the potions and spells they had given her, Draco would have expected a more dramatic change in her condition, but there was nothing. The persistent irritation of the intern healers was not amusing either. Constantly, the interns would come in and try to convince Draco to name the twins, as if naming a child was a mindless chore that didn’t require any thought. Draco however felt that the names of the twins should be well planned and thought out. After all, they were Malfoys after all.

“Dr. Malfoy? Sir? Are you alright?”

“Yes Johnston! Yes.... I am just fine! In fact I am doing quite well considering that an old friend of mine is lying in a coma and I am trying to take care of her two infant children as well as my two year old son while working 60 hours a week and filing for a divorce! My life is going quite peachy! So....if you don’t mind....I would like to be left alone!”

The young healer quickly turned and left the room and Draco returned to his mindless staring at the woman lying in the bed before him. He felt somewhat guilty about yelling at the young man, but right now was not the time for hassling him about the damn baby names. He had more important things on his mind. Mostly how he could make Hermione get better and, more importantly, if she did get better, what would she say about him claiming her children? Would they pick up their relationship where they left off back a Hogwarts so many years ago or would she return to that Weasel like she did the last time? Everything was overwhelming for Draco to think about.

If it hadn’t been for his mother, these past two weeks would have killed him. Narcissa Malfoy had come down from their summer home in Ireland to help Draco take care of Scorpius during the divorce just to find out that she may end up having two more grandchildren. The older woman was ecstatic. She spent most of her time traveling between the mansion and the hospital, toting around little Scorpius and taking care of the two new additions. Mikali had also become a big help, monitoring the little boy at night to make sure he kept breathing and making sure that the worthless interns remembered to change Hermione’s bandages. Everything seemed to be going smoothly despite the exhaustion that Draco felt.

Over the past two weeks the twins had grown exponentially and developed very well. The girl was now growing at the same rate of a normal sized infant and her brother was off of all the wires and gaining weight like a pig. He still had to be monitored at night, but that was the least of Draco’s worries. Everything for the twins seemed to be going well which made Draco’s job very simple. Scorpius had already gotten adjusted to the new babies around the house. Every time Narcissa would feed the infants, Scorpius would run over and watch intensely. Sometimes Narcissa would even let Scorpius hold the bottle for the little girl. The young toddler spent a lot of time with the babies and had even become accustomed to calling them “bu tor” and “sis er”

Draco stared at Hermione. Everything about her had aged. Her face had more wrinkles, her eyes were sunken. Her face was pale and her hair was matted and disheveled. She was nothing like the vixen that he had been involved with at Hogwarts. Strangely enough, just looking at her made him remember all the wonderful moments the two of them had in Hogwarts. Regardless of time, Draco still had the age old torch he had held for her through all of these years.

However, the interns were right, the infants were two-weeks-old and according to the papers he had signed at their birth, and they were now legally his children. It was time they were given proper Malfoy names. Just like his father had named him and his father before him and so on and so forth. The only difference was this would be the first time in centuries that the Malfoy name would be held by a daughter. As of this morning, that little girl that he now held in his arms was his daughter. It wasn’t quite the same as if Draco had produced a biological daughter, but it was close enough.

“Cassiopeia.” The sound of his mother’s voice made Draco jump ten feet out of his chair, almost throwing the infant. He spun around to find Narcissa leaning against the door frame holding the baby boy who was cuddled against Narcissa’s shoulder. He looked at her questioningly.

“What mum?”

“Cassiopeia. And Perseus. That is what I think you should choose to name the children.”

“Cassiopeia? And Perseus? Why those names?” Draco was confused. Although he thought the names sounded very professional and magical, he wondered why his mother was so adamant about naming the twins. She just smiled and walked toward her son.

“In the story of Perseus, the son of Zeus and a mortal woman who was the wife of the king of Seriphos, Perseus is sent out by his step-father to kill Medusa, which he succeeds in doing. Upon his return, he comes across Andromeda, the daughter of Cassiopeia who is being attacked by the sea monster Draco. He rescues her. After you were born, I always wanted to get pregnant again and have a girl. I wanted to be the first Malfoy woman to give birth to a daughter. And I picked the name Cassiopeia. I feel that Perseus would be a great name for her brother and for your son because it is almost like saying the son will overcome the father. Which I know you would want your son to do.”

Draco looked down at the children and then at his mother. At last, the babies had names that fit within the family structure. Draco was very pleased and he smiled at the little girl in his arms.

“Did you hear that sweetie? Cassiopeia. That’s what your name is. Cassiopeia! Cassie.” Draco rocked the baby, saying her name aloud before taking the boy from his mother’s arms.

“What about you Perseus! Perseus Malfoy. That’s what your name is son. Perseus, Perse.” Draco cuddled the twins gently and smiled happily. Finally, after all of the pestering and freaking out from the interns over the paperwork, the Malfoy twins now had names.

“Mum. What do I give them for their middle names?”

“Well, why don’t you look up where Hermione comes from and pick names from her origins. That way it won’t be quite as weird when she wakes up and hears the names of her children.”

And with that, Draco left the babies with Narcissa and went off to the library to find suitable middle names for Perseus and Cassiopeia Malfoy.

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After hours of intense research, Draco finally came across what seemed like the origin of the name Hermione. He had traced it back to an English writer named William Shakespeare. After reading the play “The Winter’s Tale” where Hermione’s name was featured, he selected two names from that play that he found to suit the names of the twins. Finally Draco was prepared to go to the hall of records and name the twins. Draco walked into the room and looked around, noticing the contemporary reception area. Sitting at the desk was a light haired witch who looked up when she heard Draco walk into the room.

“Well, well, well, Mr. Malfoy. Are you ready to pick out the names for your twins?” The receptionist smiled as he approached to pick up the documents.

“Yes ma’m I am.” Draco proceeded to fill in the information remaining on the cards.

First-born name: Perseus Florizel Malfoy

Blah blah blah....information and stuff.

Second-born child: Cassiopeia Perdita Malfoy

Finally, it was written in ink. The twins were now officially Draco’s children. Perseus and Cassiopeia Malfoy.

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Three more weeks passed without a change in Hermione’s condition. She was stable and breathing on her own, but she just would not wake up from the coma. All her wounds were healed, her scars were fixed and even her wrinkles had significantly reduced, but there was no response from Hermione. Draco brought the babies to her everyday and sat them next to her, hoping that the touch of the child’s skin would awaken her from her slumber, but it did not work. She just remained in the coma.

The twins were a month old now and were just like normal babies. Perseus had recovered completely and although he was still a great deal smaller than Cassie, who was a bit of a chubs, he ate well and no longer had to be monitored at night. Draco was satisfied with his life and especially his new children.

Harry and Ginny Potter spent a lot of time coming and visiting Hermione in the hospital and playing with the twins. With their own daughter being the same age as the twins, it was just perfect for them to come and have little Lilly come play with her cousins. Harry and Draco usually stood to the side and watched the children sit in their little baskets and just sleep or kick their little feet. Play dates for one month olds weren’t very effective.

“Any news Draco?” Harry asked, walking into Hermione’s room and shaking Draco’s hand. The two of them had gone from being very distant to almost friends after their shared concern for Hermione. And the fact that they were somewhat related, Ron was Ginny’s brother, Hermione’s ex-husband, the babies were Hermione’s with Draco’s name....it was kind of like being related.

“Not really. She is still in the coma. We’ve tried everything but she still doesn’t react. Not even to her own children.” Harry looked at Hermione and frowned. He was hoping that today would be the day that they would see some improvement. Today was not the day.

The two men sat in the chairs that had been conjured up in the room and stared at Ginny who had grabbed up all three children and were playing with them on a blanket in the middle of the floor. It was quite amusing actually. She would reach down and pull on the babies’ arms and blow on their stomachs. Suddenly one of the Chief Doctors came into the room and ushered for Draco.

“Malfoy. We got one in clinic who looks like it is PTSD. I want you to come check it out ok?” The chief smiled and Draco groaned as he attempted to pull himself out of the chair. Another day, another patient. Everything went like that for Neurologists. Draco walked down the hall to the clinic room and stared through the window. He grabbed up the chart and looked back at the brunette sitting in the room. Draco recognized the girl from his years at Hogwarts and the name on the information confirmed it. It was Lavender Brown. Draco walked into the room, wondering if she would recognize him. Either way, he would use one of his co-workers names.

“Good afternoon Ms. Brown. My name is Doctor Harvey. How can I help you today?” Draco examined the woman carefully. Her arms and face were covered in make-up and she had very heavy dark eye make-up, obviously covering up the extensive bruises on her face and body. Draco was concerned, but she spoke first.

“Doctor. I think that there is something wrong with me. I’m....I’m not myself anymore.” Draco asked her to explain her symptoms.

“Well, sometimes, when I get really nervous or angry, I get really sweaty and my breathing gets heavier and I think I have a panic attack and I keep having flashbacks of these horrible things that my boyfriend did to his ex-wife. I just....I just can’t seem to make them stop, but I need them to go away. Is there any medicine you can give me?” Her voice shook gently. Draco was almost stunned and he took a seat in the chair in the front of the room.

“Ms. Brown, why don’t you tell me about what your boyfriend did? I’m a doctor, so everything you tell me is confidential. Did he cause those bruises?” She looked up at him with her sorrowful eyes.

“No, no. I was mugged on my way here. I just....wanted to know why everything seemed to be crashing down around me.”

“I’m not going to force you to tell me what happened, but I am a registered therapist. Anything you say can be kept confidential if you would like.”

“Well...you see. I’m kind of....playing the part of....OH FUCK IT....I’M A HOMEWRECKER!” Lavender broke down sobbing, her body wracked with tears and she shivered. Draco watched with concern and waited for her to regain her composition.

“It’s ok Ms. Brown...”

“Lavender.” She whispered.

“Alright Lavender. Would you like to talk about it?” Draco was very heartfelt, but trying to make sure he kept a very doctoral approach to taking care of this patient. Over the years, Draco had seen everything from multiple personality disorders to women who could change their appearance at will. In fact his cousin Nymphadora had that ability. There were more horror stories than anyone could have imagined, but when Lavender told him about her boyfriend, Draco thought he was going to kill someone.

“See Doctor. I used to date this boy....I’ll call him John. Well, John and I were old flames in Hogwarts. I was the other woman back then too. While he was dating this girl named Herm.... “Lavender paused and adverted her eyes while she thought of another name.

“Riley. Yeah, that was her name, Riley. Well, while he was dating her, he and I were having sexual relations. Well, we ended that and he married her. Then we met at a Ministry convention. Everything came back. I never thought that anything bad would happen, but then one day I found out that he had thrown her out of the house and left her on the streets to give birth alone.”

Draco was listening intently and realized how common this story was. There were more cases of family disputes than people realized. All Draco could do was listening. What she was about to say almost changed his life.

“Well, everything was fine for a couple of weeks, but one day she showed back up and Ron...I mean, John flew off the deep end and before I knew what was going on. He had beaten her to death!”

“Then he turned to me and told me to help him get rid of her body. We took it to some Mansion and dropped it off in the trash incinerator. By now there won’t be anything left of her body!”

Lavender broke down sobbing and lay down on the doctor’s chair shaking. Draco was stunned. There was no way that this was a coincidence. It was Lavender and Ron. And here she was sitting here in the office telling him about how they had almost killed his one true love. Truly this was the worst moment that could happen. Not only did he know the criminals and have a confession, but he had the motive as well. The only problem. The damn confidence policy. Everything she had just said was not admissible in court. Damn.

And with that Draco left and went to find the intern. He told Johnson to go give her two pills and to make sure that he took down all of her personal information. Her confession may not be admissible, but Draco was sure as Hell going to find a way to prove their guilt. For the sake of Hermione and the twins. This meant war.

Draco stormed down the hallway toward Hermione’s room. He arrived to find Harry and Ginny curled up on the loveseat fast asleep and all three of the babies cuddled up in the twins’ oversized crib. Cassie wasn’t asleep, but Lilly and Perse were curled up close together snoozing peacefully. Draco smiled despite his anger. The little girl could take his mind away from everything that had happened in the world.

“Hey Cassie girl. Hey baby.” Draco cooed to the infant as he reached down and pulled her out of the crib. She squirmed mildly in his strong arms, but stopped and cuddled gently when Draco pulled her into his chest. Draco walked around the room rocking the baby gently. He was happier than he could have ever imagined as he held his little daughter and regardless of how horrible Hermione’s attack had been, the fact that he was holding Hermione’s little girl made everything in life worth it.

“Draco?” A very weak voice asked him. Draco turned and looked back at Ginny, wondering if she had been talking in her sleep. After all, it was a woman’s voice he heard, but at the moment it didn’t look like anything unusual was going on. Draco thought that maybe he was hearing things until he heard the voice again.

“Draco Malfoy?” Draco spun around furiously, clutching Cassiopeia to his chest. There, with her eyes fluttering lightly was Hermione. She had come out of the coma.

“Mione.”

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Hermione sat in the library, but she wasn’t studying. In fact, she was waiting. Draco had sent her a message through Ginny that he wanted to see her in the library at one. Knowing that Ron and Harry wouldn’t even think about following her into the library, she waited patiently for the Prince of Slytherin. Her prince of Slytherin. And just as she expected, he arrived right on time. She watched him as he walked through the library and over to a very large bookcase. She knew where he was going. Behind that bookcase was a secret room, created by Rowena Ravenclaw so that she would have a place of peace to read and study. Very few people knew about the room and even fewer knew the pass code for the portrait. That was why Hermione liked it.

After Draco had disappeared behind the portrait, Hermione followed suit, placing the book she had been reading back on the shelf and walked toward the portrait. The very elegant woman in the drawing leaned forward.

“Young Malfoy is waiting for you. What is the password?”

“Lovers love the spring.” And with that the portrait disappeared into a portal. Hermione quickly crawled through the portrait watching to make sure that no one was following her. The room was small and circular with only a single soft chair and a large writing desk surround by books. Everything in this room made Hermione feel like she was in a safe place and no one could harm her. She looked around the dimly lit room, but did not see Draco. But as she walked toward the desk, a strong arm grabbed her around the mouth and gripped her arms. She panicked for a moment, but when she felt Draco’s hot breath on her neck and his smooth voice in her ear, she relaxed.

“I wouldn’t fight back if I were you Granger.” His voice was forceful and he spun her around, wrapping her arms behind her back and tying her back with ropes. Hermione looked up at him, but before she could speak she could feel his hot lips upon hers. She moaned and he bit her bottom lip. She felt him push his heavy body against her and push her backwards into the desk behind them. Her body shook and he pinned her beneath him on the desk. His hands fiddled with the buttons on her blouse and he pulled each one opened as fast as he could. He exposed her conservative white lace bra and magically removed her blouse. He glared at her body hungrily and she met his cold gaze with her own. The sinister Slytherin Prince was pulling out all the stops for this.

“Are you scared Granger?” He rubbed his hand across her left breast, watching as it became hard under his touch. She continued to play the part and looked back at him with a mixture of false fear and intense desire. He pulled her up to him by her hair and her partially dressed body met his. The cloth between their clothes rubbed together and Draco put his lips to her ear. She melted as he whispered to her.

“You’ve been dreaming about this moment since you first saw me. I’ve seen the way you look at me. The way your eyes admire my body when I walk past you. The way I feel when I touch you in the halls. Well, Granger, here I am.” He bit down on her earlobe and listened to the moan that came out of her body.

“What do you want me to do to you Hermione?” His taunting voice made her cringe and fluster. He had wrapped his arms around her and magically removed the ropes and the bra from her body. She was now completely exposed to him.

She flung her hands to his chest and pushed against him, trying to fight him off, but his grip was tighter and he had her hands within his grasp. He leaned her backward on the desk where her legs almost left the ground. She struggled against his grip, but he was too much for her. She could only look up and watch as he examined her nude body with his eyes.

“Why do you struggle so much? Don’t you know that I am every woman’s fantasy? Maybe this will change your mind.” Draco bent over her, never letting go of her hands and sucked and bit her breasts. His lips hovered over her nipples and he felt her body arch into his touch.

“Do you like that Hermione?” He taunted, biting a little harder. A loud moan escaped her body and she nodded her head. He bit her neck and rubbed her wrists gently.

“How about this?” He asked as he grinded his obvious erection against her lower body.

“Yes.” She moaned as he rubbed against her. He smirked obnoxiously and leaned into her and sucked on her neck.

“What was that Granger? I didn’t hear you.” He pushed his hips into her fiercely. She let out a loud cry and arched backward.

“Yes Draco. Please!” Her cries excited Draco, but he wasn’t done taunting her.

“How about you start showing me how much you want me? Sit up.” She did as she was told. Draco smiled and watched her. Her soft breasts bounced as she sat up on the table.

“Take my shirt off.” Hermione reached out and unbuttoned Draco’s shirt. He smiled and watched as she fumbled over the buttons, trying to get the shirt undone. The feeling of her fingertips against his skin was irresistible. She removed his shirt, exposing his extremely defined chest and licked her lips as she examined her body. Draco watched her reactions and flexed the muscles in his upper body. The muscles and the curves of his chest made her body shake and she reached out and touched his chest. He smirked.

“Do you want me Granger?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Get on your knees.” Again, she did as she was told. She bent down to the floor and looked up at him. He smiled and undid the belt he was wearing. She watched as he unzipped his pants and let them fall down to the floor. He was not wearing any underwear.

He reached his arm down and lifted her face upward. Her lips quivered and he parted her lips with the tip of his penis. She opened her mouth and received it hesitantly. He reached down and pulled her hair, pushing and pulling Hermione’s face to edge her onward. Hermione sunk her teeth gently down and moaned as Draco pushed her back and forth against the shaft of his cock. Draco couldn’t smirk any longer. He leaned his head backward and moaned softly as he felt Hermione’s warm lips pull back and forth, over and over again.

“Mione.” He moaned. Her throat caught as she took a tad bit too much and she pulled away. She had been maneuvering for almost ten minutes. Draco took this moment to pull her up to him and press his naked body against hers. She moaned as he kissed her passionately, threading his tongue in and out of her mouth. Her body was wracked with a mixture of intense desire and more pleasure than she could imagine. Draco was lost to his body’s natural desires and he pulled Hermione’s hair and pushed her body against his.

Hermione pulled away from him and placed a small distance between them.

“Fuck me.” Draco didn’t have to be told twice.

Draco pulled Hermione over to the desk and threw her face forward into the desk. She caught herself and moaned as she felt her underwear being dropped to the floor and her skirt pulled up to her stomach. She felt Draco’s strong hands place his cock at her opening and he grasped her hips as he thrust into her. She let out a loud cry and Draco pulled out and pressed back in.

“Yes! Draco!” She called out his name and urged him on. He used her hips as leverage and she braced her body against the desk as he fucked her from behind. Letting out a loud cry, Hermione’s body shook as Draco smacked her soundly across the ass with his hand as he increased his speed and pressure on her. He put one leg up on the desk and fucked her hard and deep as fast as he could. Hermione screamed and cried and moaned, but Draco had another surprise for her.

Pulling out sharply, he replaced his cock in the opening of her ass and pushed himself in. Hermione screamed and tried to fight off the mixture of pleasure and pain, but Draco wouldn’t let her. He moaned at the difference in tightness that he had just experienced. Everything was incredible. Hermione screamed and Draco moaned and the desk shook underneath the enormous pressure.

Suddenly Draco climaxed and pulled out, shooting his liquids across Hermione’s backside and down her legs. Draco collapsed and sat on the floor, catching his breath and Hermione lay on the desk panting and rubbing her sore asshole. Both of them were breathless.

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Draco and Hermione raced down the hall to Defense Against the Dark Arts. After their library encounter, both of them discovered that they were late for class. Hoping that Professor Franklin wouldn’t care too much, the two walked into the room, glaring at each other as though they had been arguing as they came down the hall.

“Thank you for joining us, Mr. Malfoy…Mrs. Granger. Please sit.” Professor Franklin said and continued the lecture. Hermione walked and sat beside Ron.

“Where were you? And why did you walk in with Malfoy?!” Ron whispered. He and Harry waited for her answer.

“You know the potions project? Well, Malfoy’s been fucking me up the ass to get this affair accomplished. I’ve been bent over backwards trying to please him.”

“Jesus Hermione. Just smack the git and tell him to fuck off.” Harry laughed and went back to his notes. Hermione smiled and looked back at Draco. He was chatting with Crabbe and Goyle. Seeing her turn around, he caught her eye and for a quick moment he smirked and winked at her. And she returned the gesture

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