A Christmas Miracle

Chapter 11

"Who knew beavers could fly?" Draco smirked before a pillow was thrown at his face.

Hermione chuckled, "You have to admit, I'm pretty badass."

Draco laid on his side, watching her facial expressions as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, "Breaking in & out of Gringotts was badass enough, you just earned brownie points by breaking out via a dragon."

"Exactly!" She smiled smugly, now facing him as they laid on the bed of her guest bedroom.

He shook his head and chuckled, "I always thought I was so cool, but here I am...beside the brightest witch of her age who so happened to have saved Harry Potter and the Wizarding World with a help of rare magical creatures, schoolmates, and random adults."

She rolled her eyes, "You forget you're one of those schoolmates."

He laid his head back on a pillow, "Only for a few brief instances...most of the time I was a prick who made terrible choices."

"Those few brief instances were pivotal to us offing the nose-less maniac. Besides...you were raised in an ignorant environment and you acted accordingly." She raised her eyebrow at him, knowing where this conversation was heading.

He gave her a look, knowing he knew that she knew where this conversation was going.

After a brief moment of eye contact and unspoken communication, they both started laughing quietly. He turned to his side and was face-to-face with her once more, taking her hand in his, "Why do you forgive me so easily?"

"We were kids, Draco. We were only kids." She sighed as she shuffled over to lay her head on his chest, not letting go of his hand.

"I was 16 when I took the mark, Hermione...I still had some responsibility and accountability for it all." He held her close, looking down at his forearm that was connected to the hand holding hers.

Having noticed his line of sight, she lifted their joint hands to have a better look at it. Showing off her marked forearm in the process, "Both of us were branded, but technically...we both didn't have a choice in having these marks—No no, don't interrupt, hear me out...I know you think you had a choice, but really, you just complied before they could show you what they'd do to you if you didn't. Your father was one of the closest members to Voldemort...he would've expected you'd join their ranks and tested your loyalty to your family regardless...Perhaps even test Lucius who he pledged fealty to, his son or to the Dark Lord?"

Draco was quiet for a good while, processing and coming to terms with the very real possibility of what she implied would have happened, had he not taken the mark or done any of the DeathEater missions. His thoughts were broken as he felt soft lips on his branded skin, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

She looked back up at him with concern, "Does it hurt if it's touched?"

He shook his head, "No...but I wouldn't want your purity tarnished by its touch."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "I'm not entirely pure, I've tried many times to have babies you know."

He scrunched his nose up in disgust, "I don't need to know the details of your sex life with the weasel, Granger."

Laughing out loud, Hermione shook her head and went to kiss his hand, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking about the implications of what I was saying."

He chuckled before pushing her to lay on her back as he hovered over her slightly, "Since when did the Brightest Witch of Her Age not think? I would've thought it impossible."

She blushed at their proximity, turning her head slightly, "Malfoy..."

He cupped her cheek, causing her to stare up at him. Her warm brown eyes meeting his silver-greys, "I wonder, Granger...what are you thinking of now?"

She smiled softly, both of them knowing exactly what she was thinking of at that moment.

Before Draco's lips could touch hers, the sound of footsteps made their way towards the guest-bedroom door. Both adults froze as Scorpius caught them in their precarious position.

"Sorry," Scorpius started, "I woke up and was scared that you weren't around...am I going to get a brother or sister?"

Draco quickly rolled off of Hermione and she quickly sat up to fix herself. Both adults red in the face, flustered, "No, you are not getting a sibling any time soon!" "I don't think it would be possible for me to give you a sibling, my dear..."

"Nothing happened!" They chorused.

Scorpius gave them an unimpressed look before speaking to his father, "Are we sleeping over, dad?"

Draco blinked and looked over at Hermione, she chuckled, "You're both welcome to sleep over. This is a guest bedroom after all, and I think I have a few sleepwear clothes that Harry and his sons left here a few weeks ago when the Potters slept over."

Before Draco could say anything else, Scorpius grinned before jumping on the bed between the two adults and hugged Hermione by the waist, "I call sleeping with Mum 'Mione!"

She smiled lovingly at the boy and hugged him back. Draco pouted, "Why can't I sleep with Hermione?"

"Because you won't give me a sibling anyway." Scorpius stuck his tongue out at his father, who could only gasp at his son's audacity.

Hermione laughed at their interaction before picking up Scorpius and having him rest on her hip as she used both arms to help support his weight, "If you need us, my room is right across from this one. I'll get you the clothes in a bit."

Draco sighed before laying back down on the bed, "It feels so cold without either of you..."

Hermione and Scorpius shared a look. She turned her head to look at the little boy in her arms, "What do you think? Can all three of us fit on the bed?"

Draco quickly got up, took his wand out, and extended the Queen-sized bed to a King-sized bed, "There, problem solved!"

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Hermione woke up to feel sunlight shining down on her face and a weight on both sides of her body. Slightly cracking open one eye, all she saw was blonde.

She chuckled a little and kissed the top of Scorpius' head before feeling arms around her waist tighten, and pull her closer to a broad chest. Draco's deep morning voice was music to her ears, "Good morning."

"Good morning to you too." She sighed contently.

"I could get used to this..." they both thought to themselves.

Scorpius squirmed a little in her arms but remained asleep. Draco slowly let go of her waist and made his way off the bed, gently taking her hand and guided her away from the sleeping Scorpius.

The adults closed the guest room door as quietly as possible before making their way back to Hermione's kitchen and living room. Draco gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, "I'll take care of breakfast, but first...where's the toilet?"

After directing him to the nearest bathroom down the hall, and set the table, the Muggle way. While preparing the cutlery, she heard a knock on a nearby window to see a brown barn owl.

After letting the owl in, and untying the note from it's leg, she took a seat at a nearby table, trying to control her emotions.

Draco found her still staring at the piece of parchment paper in her hands. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, "What's wrong Hermione?"

She looked back up at him, a mixture of hurt, confusion, and anger apparent on her face, "I've received a letter from Ron...apparently he 'forgives me' for not being able to bear children for him, and that he wants me back."

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Author's Note:

Oof.

See you in the next chapter to see how this progresses! Hehe (^_^)