Draco Will Be Loved

Disclaimer: All characters pertaining to Harry Potter were created by J.K. Rowling. I own nothing here except the plot. No money is being made here as this is for entertainment purposes only. Happy reading!

Type: This is a song fic. The song is "She will be Loved" by Maroon 5. I have changed the words around a bit to make as if it is being sung about a male instead of a female. No offense meant to the awesome group!

Thanks to my beta, Charmed Nay

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Handsome prince of only twenty-one

Yet she belonged to someone else

Draco stood over his desk in his private study. Lucius Malfoy was looking at him through narrowed eyes. "She's perfectly fine, Draco. A good match. Her family will put forth a very large dowry, and she's not bad to look at." Draco hated when his father would barge into his wing of the house and try to cram some girl down his throat.

"You know, Father. When I am ready to settle down, I will. As far as her dowry, I don't really need it, now do I?" he drawled the question lazily.

"You just compare them all to that girl. You think I don't know why you turn down every offer that comes our way! But, I know, boy. Money is money. A marriage contract with another powerful family adds to your own." Lucius sighed. They had been over this nearly every day for three years.

Draco grinned. "Nobody compares to her. But, that's not it. I just want to actually feel something for the woman I marry. This one reminds me of a post. Skinny as one and talks about as much." He laughed sadly. He hadn't seen Hermione for 13 months. The last time he saw her she was a few months pregnant with Potter's child. They owled constantly since then. She gave him updates. He responded with much of the same. His feelings hadn't changed for her. But, he hated Harry even more now. Life was unfair. He knew deep down he'd never want anyone because they would never be her. When she told him her happy news, she seemed so excited that he couldn't ruin it for her by voicing his true feelings. He hated the fact that she would give Potter an heir. He didn't deserve it.

He knew that Harry still saw Snape. And, though she tried to deny it, he knew that Harry was still rough with her. He saw the bruises after all. Maybe since she was to become a mother Harry would leave her alone. He secretly wished that the child would be his, but she would have told him. Wouldn't she? He'd hired someone to follow her and send pictures. She never knew it of course, but he knew every place she visited, every person she talked with, and every week gave him an updated picture. His father had found out, and he thought he'd never hear the end of it. Draco didn't care. What he did with his heart was his own concern.

"Stop sitting there grinning like an idiot, son! I'm having a serious discussion!" Lucius barked angrily. "You have to choose soon."

"Is that a threat, Father?" Draco countered.

"It very well may be one. You think long and hard about this marriage possibility. And, if you find a better one, I'll be willing to consider it." His father sneered. "Get that witch out of your head before it's too late."

"Why do you hate her so much? Is it so bad to have dirty blood anyway? I mean, your old mate, Voldemort, was a Halfblood!" Draco said heatedly. "You just don't understand how she touched me."

"Don't I?" his father said coldly. "I was in love too once. Before your mother and I were married of course. She was a Halfblood. My father would have none of it. I, much like you, nearly stood by and wasted away watching her marry another. I won't have you doing the same."

"Then why couldn't you have allowed it? If you knew how it felt, why couldn't you have let me know that it would be all right?" Draco was angry now. He saw that on some occasions his father got a far away look, but he never knew why. "I could have tried harder to have her here with me!"

"She's with Potter! The quicker you accept that, the better we'll all be!" Lucius put his hand on Draco's shoulder. "Son, I had the good sense to listen to my father. I would ask that you do the same. Your detective says she has a little baby now. With Potter. It's too late. Accept it."

Draco nodded. Yes, he'd have to accept it. Potter had of course thwarted any chance for them now. Though he loved Hermione, it pained him that any child she had was not his. He should have exposed Potter and Snape when he had the chance. Harry was the Seeker for England's Quidditch team, and he was still a hero. Nobody would likely care what shags he'd had back in school. And, besides, he was married to the most beautiful witch in the country. Had a child. They'd never believe it.

"I'll be off to London tomorrow. I'll try to contact someone that may be acceptable, Father," Draco said, once again using the tone of the dutiful son.

"Excellent. I have to go and floo someone." He hugged Draco awkwardly and left the room. Draco shook his head. His father had really been trying to change. It was just some things that he wouldn't budge on. He wondered who it had been that his father once loved. How could his father have let her get away if he truly loved her? Well, look at yourself. Right. He'd let Hermione get away as well.

He'd made love to her only a dozen times in the past three years, but he would often watch her house when he was in town. He had his detective on her tail as well. He knew all that she did. Since she'd had her child though, she had not ventured outside of her home with Potter at all. He hoped that she wasn't sick. The only pictures he'd been able to see were taken of her near a window or on her patio. He would have to owl her while he was in London. He'd give her time. Now it was time for her to see him again. If she was willing.

I drove for miles and miles

I want more

Harry and Hermione were sitting on the floor watching little Devin wiggle and babble. He was nearly six months old. "Mione, we have to talk," Harry said softly.

"Just leave it, Harry. There's nothing to say, is there?" she countered. Three long years, and things still had not changed. Only now they had little Devin to consider.

"I just need you to understand where I'm coming from. I look at Devin, and I love him. I look at you, and I love you. But..." Harry paused, searching for the right words.

"Yes, yes," she said sarcastically. "Something just isn't right." She didn't bother to hide her feelings any longer. She was trying everything to make things work. It just wasn't happening. "Harry, why don't you just go then?"

He eyed her warily. "Because you've given up your dreams for me, I think I can do the same." He smiled sadly. She wanted to hug his grief away and hold him closely, but she didn't. Why did she keep trying?

"Harry, you were my dream. Voldemort took that away from us the moment he gave you that damn potion! Now, it's Severus Snape you think of." She shook her head. "Just go to him. I'll be fine!"

"But, the baby, Mione! What would people say?" He looked at her oddly. "Draco never married yet. Never even dated anyone. Don't you think-"

"No!" She cut him off. "I won't ask him for anything. He has his own life. When I told him that I was pregnant, he was glad for me. He wished me well." She looked at Devin. So much like his father. Features exactly the same. He looked nothing like her. She sighed and smiled. "Just accept Dumbledore's invitation to teach at Hogwarts, Harry. We'll stay here. I don't think anyone would think it odd if we didn't go."

Harry jumped up. "If I don't leave now, I think I'll lose my temper." He stormed out of the front of the house and left her to her thoughts. She wondered where Draco was and what he was doing.

Draco saw Harry leave the flat and walk down to the mailbox. He smirked and shook his head when Harry kicked the mailbox. Then suddenly, Crack! Harry Disapparated. He let his eagle owl go then. It flew directly to an upstairs window and tapped with his beak. He held his breath as she opened the window and hugged the owl to her. He watched her take the letter and open it slowly. He had asked if he could drop by since he was in town. She quickly replied to the letter and sent his owl back to him. Good thing she didn't continue to watch the owl for it flew straight to his hiding place.

Her reply was not what he wanted. She told him that she was extremely busy and would try to get to the Leaky Cauldron later to visit with him. She asked him not to stop by as Harry was home. Draco darkened. Why was she telling lies? He knew for a fact that Harry wasn't there. Did she not want him to see her in daylight for some reason? Had Harry been at it again? She probably needed time to repair herself, as he knew Harry left angry. Damn, he hated Harry.

I don't mind spending everyday

And he will be loved

Lucius was waiting for Harry Potter to step outside of the gift shop. He'd seen him walk in. It was time that he had a talk with this boy. He had to ease his mind after all. He saw the untidy hair come through the door and knew it was his moment. "Oi, there, Potter. Might I have a word?"

He saw Harry look at him suspiciously. "What do you want?"

"Just a private word amongst old friends is all," Lucius said in a business-like tone. Old friends, they were not.

"Go on then," Harry said, clearly not wanting to talk to him at all.

"It's about Draco...and your wife." Lucius raised an eyebrow. That got his attention.

"All right. Over here," Harry said, leading the way to the alley. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly when they stopped.

Lucius was taken aback. "Nothing is really wrong of course. I just know that my son tends to see her at times. I also know that you know." Lucius was trying to gauge Potter's reaction. Surprisingly there was nothing. No jealous rage. No righteous anger. Nothing. "Well, it is time for Draco to settle down and start a family of his own. But, he won't let go of her memory. I wonder what you could do to help me?"

Harry smirked at Lucius. "I'll do no such thing. You just leave them be, Malfoy."

"Good Lord, man. Don't you care what your wife does? Do you want them to always be tied together?" Lucius sneered. "Where is your dignity? I know that my son is hard to resist, but maybe it's time you show your wife what a real man is. You need to DEMAND that they stop all communications!"

"They will always be tied together, Lucius. You don't know the half of it. Whatever Hermione decides to do is up to her." Harry sneered this time. "It's a shame you never took the time to get to know her. She is amazing. Your lot would have done well to have someone like her in it!"

"Something isn't right here. What is it that you are not telling me?" Lucius asked. There was something that he didn't know. He could see it in his eyes.

"All right. I'll tell you what it is then. I know you'll never breathe a word to anyone, so my secret is safe." Harry grinned wickedly. "Ever wondered what my son's legal name is, Lucius?"

"No." Lucius shook his head. "I couldn't care less. We are here to talk about my son. Not yours."

"Don't want to hear about your son's son then?" Harry spat suddenly. He enjoyed the look of shock on old Malfoy's face. He recognized the look of denial. "That's right. My boy's name is Devin James Malfoy. Not Potter. Looks just like his dad."

"How can this be? Draco would have told me!" Lucius shook his head! "It's a lie! She would have come to get some money from us. A right little gold-digger no doubt-" He didn't have the chance to finish. Harry had him slammed against the wall.

"Never speak that way about my wife. She wants no part of the Malfoy fortune. Has one of her own as well as mine should she need it." Harry released him. "She never told Draco, Lucius."

"Why not?"

"Because she didn't want him to go against you. She didn't want to ruin his life with her burden," Harry said angrily. "I told her to tell him. She won't hear of it."

Lucius still shook his head. "But, you...you are raising another man's child as your own? Ridiculous! Someone would have known."

"Some do know, Lucius. But, they'd never tell," Harry said softly, running his hands through his hair. "I shouldn't have told you. I just wanted to set you straight where she is concerned. Be glad she's not one of those chits that you are used to. She'd have half your gold already!"

Lucius nodded. "If what you say is true, I would like to arrange to see my grandson. I have to see with my own eyes before I tell Draco."

Hedwig approached Harry and landed on his shoulder. He took the little note she carried and opened it. He looked to Lucius. "It's her. Says she needs to see Draco tonight here in town. Wants me to come home to baby-sit. You can stop by in an hour. But, it will not be your place to tell him. It has to be hers."

"I'll be there," Lucius said before stalking off.

Harry felt good and guilty. Why did he really tell Lucius? Deep down, he wondered: If Hermione

were happy with the one she loved, would it leave him free to return to Hogwarts? Was it an excuse for his own happiness? No! That wasn't exactly the reason. He did want her happiness. He hated seeing her sad. He hated seeing her look at their son and seeing Draco. Every time she held Devin it was like a slap in the face. She needed a chance to be with Draco and be a real family. His heart was with her, but it was also with Severus. Maybe they could all be happy one day.

Tap on my window knock on my door

It doesn't matter anymore

Hermione knocked on the door once, and it swung open. Draco stood before her wearing his normal dark robes tinged with green. His face was unreadable. It had been so long since she'd been with him. She didn't know if things had changed or if they were still the same. "Hello," she said softly.

"Hello," he replied evenly. The moment his eyes softened she went to him. Draco wrapped his arms around her tightly. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too," she whispered. "I can't believe we've gone so long."

She didn't see the tears in his eyes as he kissed her head. She felt so good in his arms, and she looked good. She'd lost her baby weight and was once again the Hermione he remembered. Draco liked the new curves her body had taken though. "Mione, why couldn't I come over today?"

"I just don't like visitors at home," she said immediately. "And, Harry is home." Draco couldn't tell her he knew she was lying because then she would know that he had been watching. He kept silent until she spoke again. "The baby...he's not good with outsiders." He felt her body tense. Another lie.

He figured the real reason. She just didn't want him to have to see Potter's child. She must have known deep down that it would have hurt him deeply, but the boy was still her son as well. As much as he hated Harry, he could accept it...for her. It wasn't the little one's fault after all, was it? "Hermione, I think you just don't want me to see your baby."

She pulled away quickly. "No...not at all. It's not... It's just that..." Draco silenced her with a kiss and pulled her to his bed. They made love as if the world were about to end the first time. The second time, he made sure it lasted. He had gone without her far too long. He needed this before he chose a wife. He needed her.

It's not always rainbows and butterflies

You can come anytime you want

Harry answered the door not long after Hermione had left. He knew who it was. Lucius Malfoy had come to see if he was a liar or not. He knew he was betraying Hermione's trust, but he had to do this for her. She would live her life longing for Draco and him longing for her, but neither would make the move. How would he feel if he had a son and never knew him? He'd missed out on too much without his own parents to let that happen to Devin. And, though he loved Devin as his own, he knew in his heart that it would never be what Draco could feel for him.

"Where is the child?" Lucius asked. He dreaded seeing the baby. He'd thought about what Potter had told him. It had to be true. Why would someone claim that their son was not their son? He followed Harry down a hall to a living area. Not bad. He thought, looking at the surroundings. To his surprise, he saw a large picture of Draco on the mantle right next to one of Potter and Hermione. He would never allow such a thing to go on in his home! Another man's picture indeed. Then he saw something odd. A picture of Severus Snape was there also. Of course there were other pictures about the room. Some of the dreaded Weasleys. Dumbledore. Other friends and family.

"Go on then," Harry urged. Lucius looked in the direction he was pointing. He saw a large crib near the couch and walked to it. His breath caught in his throat.

A small child maybe six months old lay sleeping peacefully. His hair was a mass of platinum blonde, his little chin was pointed just as Draco's was, and his colorings were definitely those of a Malfoy. He looked at Harry. "How could you raise another man's child?"

"I love Hermione. I treat Devin as a son. It's just the way things are, but they can change, Lucius. I think you are the key." Harry was half pleading with him. At that moment, the boy was stirring in his crib. Lucius looked to him.

He was taken back in time to when Draco was just as little. Blue-gray eyes met his own, and a hint of a smile played at his little lips. This was a Malfoy true enough. The Malfoy heir was tainted with dirty blood, but looking at his little face, Lucius knew it was time to end such idiotic beliefs. Malfoy legacy be damned. This was his blood as well! "Hello, little Devin," Lucius drawled. His gaze turned to Harry. "May I?" Harry nodded.

Hours later, Hermione came home in tears. Harry was standing by the window. The lights were dim. "What's wrong?" he asked without turning around.

"He's getting married, Harry," she wailed. "I know it's what he must do. I know it, but I love him so much."

Harry turned and opened his arms to her. "Come here, Mione." She went to him and held him close. He let her cry until she was only soundlessly shuddering. "We have a visitor. I think you might like to speak to him."

She looked into his eyes, alarmed. "Who is it? They did not see Devin, did they?" Harry nodded in the direction of the couch. She turned then to see Lucius Malfoy sitting there. "Oh my God!" Hermione ran to the crib. Devin was sound asleep. "Wh-?"

"Mione, don't be mad," Harry said softly. "He had a right to know."

"Harry, no! How could you do this to me? To Devin?" Fresh tears overtook her. "He's getting married, Harry! He doesn't need this. Not now."

Lucius walked to her. "Hermione."

God! He reminded her so much of Draco. He was staring at her with compassion and something else she couldn't read. "Please, Mr. Malfoy. Don't tell Draco. He'll never forgive me." She gasped when Draco's father pulled her close to him.

"I am afraid that it's me he will never forgive. He loves you, and I wouldn't let him come to you guilt free. I used his family name against him." He wiped her tear streaked face. "I once gave up someone that I loved as well for the family name. When I still think of her, I often wonder what would have been. Make no mistakes, I do not regret abiding by my father's wishes, but I fear that not allowing Draco to choose will be an error on my part."

"No. He told me he is to be married." Hermione shook her head. "I won't let you tell him. I know all about your feelings towards me and my kind. We'll be fine. Harry is taking care of us. Always will." She spoke the truth. Harry would never leave her, but was it fair to make Harry give up what he wanted just to save her?

"It's not Harry's job, Hermione," Lucius said evenly. Once again reminding her of Draco. "I've spent the last few hours with my grandson. I've not felt so relaxed in years. Maybe this is a second chance for me as well. Time to do the right thing."

"I won't ruin Draco's life!" Hermione yelled.

Harry pulled her to him and shook her. He gritted his teeth. "Can you not see that it will be Devin's life that you ruin?" He calmed himself and released his grip on her. Guilt overtook him as he saw her rub her arms. Why did he hurt her so often? She deserved more. "Hermione, I fear that you are ruining your life as well. I can never give you in my lifetime what Draco gives you in a few hours."

"I can't have him resenting me, Harry. He'll end up hating me for making him go against his father's wishes," Hermione said softly.

She flinched when Harry grabbed her arm again. "Listen to yourself. Haven't you heard Lucius? He will support a relationship with Draco. He wants it. Wants his grandson to be raised right. Not like this. Not in our broken home!"

"Does he know?" she asked bluntly.

"Know what?" Lucius asked. There was more that they hadn't told him after all. He'd thought so.

"I am in love with someone else," Harry said bluntly. "Not that it should matter to you."

So that was it. Potter was not happy either, but some sort of chivalry wouldn't let Hermione be alone with a baby. "Will you support a divorce then, Potter?" Lucius asked. He had to be sure before making his next suggestion.

"There is no real marriage, Malfoy. We lied," Harry said. "Faked it all this time. Figured it was for the best."

"Harry, I am curious. Who has caught the heart of the world's hero?" Lucius was being honest. Hermione was not hard to look at no matter what blood ran in her veins. It was obvious that some strong sense of loyalty kept Harry at her side, yet he yearned to be elsewhere.

"Severus Snape," Harry said, his tone defiant.

"What? There is no way that can be true!" Lucius said. He couldn't believe it. He'd known Snape for years. He'd been with him when he bedded women! He did not like men! But, all the while, Lucius' eyes moved to the picture at the mantle. Harry said nothing. Hermione stood there with a blank expression on her face. It was true! "Does he...return these feelings?"

Harry still didn't answer. It was Hermione who spoke. "Yes. He does, but because of me, Harry won't go to him." Lucius watched her look over to Harry. She loved Potter. That he could see, but it was not the look of complete love.

"Gather some things for you and Devin. You will be coming back to Malfoy Manor with me. I think it's time that Draco met his son." There would be no denying his wishes. He and Potter had talked about it already. He would let her go if she chose to. "Potter, you can...you can go visit Hogwarts then."

Harry looked at Hermione. She was so sad. She looked lost. "Hermione, I will not object unless you do, but don't you think Draco needs to know the truth? His father as much as said that he'd chose you above any other woman."

"But, he has chosen someone, Harry. He will be telling her shortly. It will be too late." She looked so wounded.

"Can't you stop him?" Harry asked Lucius. Lucius nodded and Disapparated. He was back in only a few minutes.

"He was still at his room in town. I told him to get home, that we had an emergency." Lucius looked to Hermione. "Get your things, girl." He was pleased that she made no protests. They could be at the Manor within the hour. He'd pay the Knight Bus extra to speed them there right away.

I don't mind spending everyday

He will be loved

"Mother, why hasn't father told you what's going on? What can be so important? I was finally doing my duty, and he told me to hold off at all costs! I told him that he'd better not have set me up with that wench!" Draco was pacing angrily in front of the fireplace in their living area.

"Oh, son, really. It must have something to do with business for me not to know. You know I don't interfere with that! Have a seat. He'll be here shortly," Narcissa Malfoy replied in a bored tone.

Lucius Apparated suddenly. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," he told them briskly, walking to his bar to pour himself a drink. "Narcissa, you may stay.

It's a family concern." He downed a drink and poured another before speaking.

"Well? What is it?" Draco demanded. "I was finally going through with your wishes. Tell me you have NOT found a WIFE for me!" He narrowed his eyes. "I will choose my own wife, thanks."

"Son, I know you don't want me to choose for you, but I think you will find that I've made a good decision. I must insist you marry someone of my choice." Lucius smirked. He saw the outrage on Draco's face.

"You will do no such thing. I gave up the woman I loved for you! You will let me choose who I will!" Draco said angrily. Lucius had never seen his son so bitter.

"I've brought her here to meet your mother as they've never had the chance to meet properly." He contained his amusement well and used a tone that said he would not be denied.

"Oh, how quaint," Narcissa said suddenly. "It will be nice to have another woman of station to consort with. These serving wenches are just not up to my standards." Lucius could have slapped the arrogant look off of her face. He had taken a liking to Hermione. She was not out for money or station like most women were. She truly loved his son and had given him a most precious gift.

"Now, now, Narcissa. I'm not sure you and she will get along all that well." Lucius was secretly pleasured by her shocked look. "You will do well to remember that she is to be Draco's wife."

"How can you two stand there like that and not give a fuck how I feel?" Draco couldn't believe this. His father had gone behind his back anyway and brought some bitch here. He'd have none of it. "I won't do it, Father." His mother blinked wildly as if he'd slapped her.

"Oh, I think you will," Lucius said in a voice that told him he would make him follow his wishes.

Draco sat in a chair feeling like he was about ten years old again. He'd hate his wife. He knew it. She would pay for his father's meddling. He'd not hurt her, but he'd never allow himself to feel anything for her. In horror, he watched his father walked to the door. "Have you been listening?" he asked the person standing there. "Come in."

He did a double take as Hermione walked in timidly. She looked so small and unsure of herself. "What are you playing at?" he asked his father wildly. "Have you transfigured someone to be my MIONE?" He knew his father would never condone a relationship with a Mudblood. What was he about?

"No. It's her. I've decided to rethink things. It's in our best advantage to allow an alliance with her," Lucius said.

Draco was lost for words. He saw that she had been crying. Had her father went and snatched her from Potter? Made her leave her baby? "Father, no! She's Harry's wife. She has a child to think of!" As much as he wanted her, he would not make things harder for her.

"Yes, she does have a child to think about, doesn't she?" Lucius said mysteriously.

Narcissa started laughing loudly. "Oh, Lucius, you jest. You'd not let that into our family! Potter's poor Mudblood wife and all!"

To Draco's surprise, his father reached his mother before he did. "You'll not speak of Hermione that way. Mind your attitude, woman. Her blood matters not to me anymore."

"Oh, the jig is up! You can't be serious. You've forbidden Draco to-"

"Hold your tongue!" Lucius spat. "Hermione, talk to him."

He watched her draw a deep breath. "Draco, I've lied to you. Harry and I are not really married. We faked our ceremony." She wouldn't meet his gaze.

"No, I was there. I saw with my own eyes!" Draco couldn't believe it.

"You were there? How?" she asked. "I would have felt you."

"No. I was in the back. Polyjuice potion enabled me to go freely. I saw you two marry," he said, not believing it.

"It was fake. Dumbledore went along with it." She willed him to believe her. She hated to see that expression on his face. He seemed angry.

"But, why lie to me, Hermione? I've always been honest with you. About everything." Draco ran a hand through his hair. "Why did you pretend to be married?"

"Because of Devin," she whispered.

"What? Well, why not really marry then? That's a good enough reason in my book. Having a son and all!" Draco couldn't believe this. "Why would Saint Potter not want to do right by his child?"

Hermione didn't speak. What was wrong with her? His father came to her rescue by standing at her side, holding her shoulders in a caring way. "Don't yell at her, son, and don't say things like that about Harry."

"Why do you care so much for her now, Father? And, why on earth would you care about Harry?" Draco couldn't stop himself from yelling. This made no sense.

"Because Potter has been noble in all of this. He's the one who told me. He made me see her for what she is! She's not like other women, Draco. She's truly a-"

"No shit! What do you think I've been saying all these years? What did Potter do or say to make you realize it when nothing I said budged you?" Draco couldn't wait to hear this. His mouth gaped open when his father spoke gently to Hermione.

"May I, Hermione?" She only nodded in reply to him. He watched his father walk out of the room. In moments, he heard the swishing of robes and looked up. His father was holding a baby in his arms. He'd never seen Lucius look at anyone like that. Draco took in the scene and was still confused. Had he found out how Harry was then? Did he feel sorry for her and the baby? "Draco, let me introduce you to Devin James Malfoy."

Narcissa fainted. Nobody tried to help her. Draco watched as his father turned the baby to face him. He saw his own eyes looking back at him. The same eyes he saw when he looked at his father. "Mal-Malfoy?" he asked dumbly. "He's my baby? Mine and Mione's?" Lucius nodded. Hermione cried silently waiting to hear what Draco would have to say.

He walked to his son and took him from his father. Devin put his hands on Draco's face and appeared to be studying him. He gurgled happily, and Draco felt his heart melt. His son! Not Harry's! Devin was like a smaller version of himself. There was no mistaking it. He kissed his little chubby cheek and held him to him. "My son!" he said proudly. "A Malfoy, father!" His father nodded and went to Narcissa. He pulled her up from her dumb state and guided her out of the room.

Draco looked to Hermione. He took the few steps to her and saw her flinch as if he'd hit her. "Hermione, I'd never hit you. Come to me." She tentively stepped to him. He had to pull her into an embrace. His family. "Why, Mione?" he asked, voice hoarse, trying to keep from crying.

"I didn't want to burden you or ruin things for you and your father," she whispered. "I thought I was making the right decision. I would not have told you still, Draco, had Harry not brought your father over."

Harry! Why would Harry do this? Had they had one fight too many? "Why did he do that, Mione?"

"He thought you had a right to know. Thought maybe we could work things out. For Devin."

Draco nodded. He held her and his son close to him to keep them from disappearing. He was sure he'd wake up and find himself alone. His father had been so sure about him finding someone else. Apparently, seeing his own blood had changed his views. No matter what all was mixed in with it, Malfoy blood flowed through Devin's veins. That was most likely what had changed Lucius' mind. Draco thanked God.

I know where you hide

Comes back and begs me to catch him every time he falls

Harry had stopped in to talk to Dumbledore. He told him all that had happened with Lucius and Hermione. It seemed to him as if the wise wizard knew already. With twinkling eyes, he told him he was glad that Harry would accept the position of flying instructor that Madame Hooch would be vacating. Harry made his way down the corridors. No matter how often he came, it always felt like he was at home when he came to Hogwarts. He made his way slowly down the corridors along the dungeons.

He had to knock three times before Snape answered the door. Harry was hiding under his invisibility cloak. Snape sneered while looking down the corridor. "If I find out who has knocked on my door and roused me out of bed, I will show no mercy!" he yelled hatefully to anyone who might be listening. Harry let him slam the door before knocking again.

Severus threw the door open with his wand drawn. He was about to take off down the hall when Harry let a giggle slip. Snape stopped on the spot and turned. "Wh-Who's there?" He looked around wildly. Harry saw recognition dawn on his face. "Accio Invisibility Cloak!" Snape bellowed. Harry's cloak flew to Snape's outstretched hand.

How long had it been since he'd seen him? Since before Devin was born, it was. They stared at each other questioningly. "Harry? What brings you here? Felt like playing jokes on an old man, did you?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you might want to congratulate me on my new position here at Hogwarts, Severus," Harry said, watching his lover's face soften.

"The three of you will be moving here then?" he asked hopefully.

"Sorry, no," Harry said. He enjoyed toying with Snape.

"Well, where will you stay?"

"I alone will be moving to Hogwarts," Harry said promptly, unable to hold out the news any longer.

"What's happened?" Snape asked suspiciously.

"Hermione's gone home to Draco where her heart belongs," Harry replied evenly.

"What of yours, Harry? Where will that leave you?" he asked cautiously.

"Right here with you, Severus." Harry touched his hand. "If you still want me to be, that is."

Snape nodded. He felt so happy at that moment. He thought this would never happen. They would have to be careful of course. Neither would want rumors to fly around at the school, but this could work.

Tap on my window knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful

"Ready, dear?" Molly Weasley asked Hermione brightly. She beamed at Hermione with a motherly pride that warmed her soul. Ginny was playing with Devin.

"I think so," Hermione said nervously. "I just hope no nasty reporters are here! They've been hounding us for weeks!"

"Well, they think that you jilted Harry the hero." Ginny giggled. "Imagine how shocked they were when that Stan from the Knight's Bus told people that Lucius Malfoy had taken you and a Malfoy child from Harry's home!"

Molly made a face at Ginny to make her be quiet. "Oh, they will live. And, I for one hope that they are here. Maybe they will shut up about how hurt Harry must be once and for all when they see him giving you away today!"

"You're right, of course. Then Harry will give them the promised interview. Things will be all right. Hopefully, I'll stop getting all those hate owls!" Hermione grinned yet sadly. "I wish my mum and dad could have been here today." Her parents had been killed in a boating accident before Devin was born. They'd never set eyes on their grandson. That hurt her more than anything, but she knew they were seeing her on her true wedding day somehow. At least they died thinking that she was the happiest woman alive with a baby for Harry on the way. They didn't have to endure any of this nonsense with the press.

"Let's go," Harry said, poking his head in the door. "You look beautiful, Mione."

"Thanks."

As she and Harry made their way down the aisle to Draco, many flashbulbs went off. She recognized some reporters from The Daily Prophet there. Hungrily waiting for the scoop no doubt. She saw all of her friends in attendance. Her eyes met Draco's, and she felt herself blush. He was standing there waiting patiently for her. He looked so much in love and so proud. So much had changed for them all. Draco had his father standing up for him. Dumbledore was presiding over the wizarding marriage ceremony. He smiled warmly at her as she made her way to them. When Harry let go of her arm and placed Draco's on hers, frenzied reporters and friends alike took hundreds of photographs. A few didn't even wait for the marriage to proceed. They ran out to owl someone or to go post the pictures.

I don't mind spending everyday

And he will be loved

"I love you," Hermione whispered sleepily. They'd been married for three years, and she still felt as content as she had the first day. Things had been perfect for them. She and Narcissa had come to terms. Lucius doted on both her and Devin all the time. She still hadn't started working again. She was in no rush. She relished the thought of being with her family while she could.

"You complete me, you know. I love you more each day." Draco kissed her stomach gently. "I love you too, daughter." He said to her swollen belly. She was expecting their second child now and was assured that it was a girl.

"Draco, I don't know why I waited so long to come to you. We'd have all been happy sooner," she whispered.

"I told you to stop fretting over that. We're together now. It's all that matters, isn't it? And, look how happy Harry is as well. It worked out," Draco said softly.

Harry and Draco had become good friends. That old animosity had faded once he realized what Harry had done to keep their son and her happy. Good thing they did, she thought. Harry was Devin's godfather. Sweet Harry. He had not been more like his old self than when he had gone back to Hogwarts. England was outraged to lose their best player, but they accepted it eventually. In fact, they now prided themselves because one of the best seekers of all times now taught flying at their very own Wizarding school. The hate owls eventually stopped. There were still those staunch Harry supporters who more often than not told her she was crazy to choose a Malfoy over him, but she didn't let that bother her any longer. Her goal in life was to love Draco and her family.

And he will be loved

And he will be loved

Draco heard the sharp cry of a new born baby and drew his eyes away from his wife's exhausted face. His daughter was just as beautiful as his son. She had taken on more of her mother's features. Honey colored hair with her nose. His complexion of course, and the Malfoy eyes. He took his daughter and held her closely while the nurse tidied up Hermione. "Look what we've made, love. Another perfect little Granger and Malfoy concoction!"

His wife's eyes lit up as she took the tiny bundle in her arms for the first time. "Hello, Hayley Jane Malfoy. Welcome to this world," Hermione said softly. Draco motioned for his mother to bring Devin in.

"My sister?" he asked curiously. Draco nodded and picked him up so that he'd have a closer look. Harry walked up behind them with Snape in tow.

"Congratulations, you two," he said warmly. Draco reached over to shake his hand. Snape merely nodded.

"Thanks for coming," Hermione said. She smiled lazily at them.

"She's beautiful, Mione," Harry said softly, Draco wondered if Harry ever regretted letting her go. He wondered if Harry hated that he'd not have children, but then Hermione surprised Draco.

"Will you be godfather to Hayley as well?" Draco didn't say a word. They had not talked about this. Not that he minded. He hadn't really thought about it.

"Mione," Harry began. "Devin is more than enough. I love him as if he's my own. You don't have to feel obligated. In fact, I wouldn't be offended if you'd ask someone else." The last sentence was said in a whisper. Draco looked to where Harry had gestured. Ron Weasley walked in with his wife, Luna. He saw Hermione nod once.

"Oi!" Ron called in greeting. "Good job!" He beamed at Hermione brightly. "You too, Malfoy," he added.

"Draco?" Hermione caught his attention. He nodded. Though he and Ron had never been on fair terms, they'd come to a quiet truce.

"So, Weasley," Draco drawled. "Care to be godfather to little Hayley there?" He almost laughed as Ron's mouth dropped open. Weasley seemed so happy about it, that Draco almost felt good. Almost. He wouldn't have his daughter wearing any of those dreadful Weasley sweaters though.

"I'd be honored." Ron said importantly.

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

"Well, Mione. You ready for this?" Draco asked softly.

"No!" she replied sharply, but she gathered Devin into her arms for a final hug and kiss.

"Mom!" Devin said looking around to be sure nobody had seen. "I'll be fine. Uncle Harry said he will take good care of me. Show me all of Hogwarts' secrets!" Draco smiled at his son's mischievous grin.

"I just bet he will," she scoffed. He knew deep down that she was glad that Harry would be there for their son. Harry had been a rock for them. Always baby sitting when needed. Always showing support. So much time had passed that Draco wondered if he'd ever been without Hermione.

Yeah

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

"I love you," he told her softly.

"I know you think I'm silly. It's just that, both of our children will be going to Hogwarts now. What will we do?" she asked in despair.

"Well, if it makes you happy, you could take that position as Potions professor at Hogwarts now that Snape made Defense Against the Dark Arts. We'll be near the children that way." Draco knew that would make her happy.

"Would you really do that for me?" she asked unbelievingly. He kissed her cheek.

"Anything for your happiness," he said firmly.

Try so hard to say goodbye

Hermione watched Hayley board the train for Hogwarts while holding Draco's hand. "Bye, Mum! Bye, Dad!" their daughter called. Hermione sighed contently.

"Ready?" Draco asked. Hermione giggled.

"Yes, I guess we should beat the students there shouldn't we?" She had never looked more beautiful to Draco. Draco had never been happier. He let his father watch over the business affairs while he ventured off to do something completely on his own. He had been the one to accept the positions as the new Potions professor of Hogwarts. Hermione had signed on to be an apprentice to Madame Pince and would take over whenever the old bat retired.

"Time to go home then." Draco pulled out the portkey Dumbledore had given them. "Get ready to touch it in twenty seconds." She nodded and kissed him on the lips softly.

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A/N: A little bit of a happy ending to a sad story. Hope you enjoyed!