Marriage Law (Dramione) (Completed)

The First to Come

*The epilogue is next! I stuck with the original names I came up with but I'll use some of the suggested ones later on in the coming parts. I've decided to do a sequel and well I've put a shit ton of work into story aesthetics so I'll give you a sneak peek in the final chapter. I know that's very un-JK Rowling of me because she doesn't really give sneak peeks but I'm not the creator of the Harry Potter franchise, she is.*

***The epilogue of this book is the prologue of the next one so I will post them both at the same time along with story aesthetics!***

Hermione was in labor. Draco Malfoy Granger loved his wife and he always knew he would love his wife but she was driving him bonkers due to her escalating impatientence. She was three days past her due date and they both desperately wanted to meet their little one. No amount of walking or spicy indian takeaway would trick the precious little parasite into coming into the world. Luckily, well not so luckily, Ginny was in the same boat so they two women frequently swapped ideas of how to meet their future prides and joys. Both women started having mild contractions very early in the morning but alas, they were still a long way from giving birth. The hours ticked by and Hermione’s restlessness grew and she tried a new tactic. Her most recent idea was to bounce up and down on a yoga ball. So, Hermione had been bouncing up and down for the past two hours wishing her water would break.

Draco sat back on their sofa calmly reading “How to Raise Magical Children in a Muggle Neighborhood”. He wanted to help but realistically the only thing he could do was be there for his wife in her time of need.

“Hermione, do you want to take a break? You don’t want to wear yourself out before the baby comes,” Draco said.

The witch of the hour refused to stop bouncing and scowled at the overly relaxed man on the sofa, “I want this kid out. Nothing is working.”

“Darling you cannot rush nature-” Hermione stopped bouncing and her face morphed into one of discomfort. Draco set his book onto the coffee table and scurried over to his wife, then he began rubbing circles on Hermione’s lower back to comfort her.

She rested her head on his chest, “Thank you.”

Draco continued soothing his wife, “Darling, they’re still eight minutes apart.”

“At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if Ginny already popped out baby number two. Clarabelle went into labor after me and she’s already at St Mungo's.”

“You shouldn’t compare yourself to them.”

“Oh shut it Healer Malfoy,” Hermione snapped. She took a deep breath and looked into Draco’s soft grey eyes, “Can you please owl Healer Addams?”

Draco nodded and followed his wife’s request.

Dear Healer Addams,

This is Draco Granger Malfoy and I wanted to update you on Hermione’s progress or lack of progress. She has been in the active stage of labor for nearly eighteen hours, her contractions are still far apart (about eight minutes) and she is quite uncomfortable. We’ve tried moving around and frequent stretching, but I wanted to consult you before going to the hospital. I know this is a high risk pregnancy based on her history and this is completely uncharted territory so I am just being cautious. I’ll attempt to convince her to take a hot bath to calm her down but if her contractions do not increase within the next few hours, I will take her to the hospital.

Draco G.M.

Draco rolled up the scroll and tied it to their owl’s leg. The creature seemed to sense the urgency of the situation and flew into the night without protest. The man walked back to the living room and Hermione was still bouncing away with a determined look on her face. He sat on the floor next to her voicing words of encouragement to his wife.

The owl returned quickly and Draco ripped open the parcel.

Dear Mr. Granger Malfoy,

Please take Hermione to the hospital as quickly as possible. I would like to keep a close eye on her as a precaution.

~Healer Addams

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By half past six the next evening, all five children were welcomed into the world on the same day. Combined, all three witches were in labor for over seventy hours and their husbands were extremely grateful. It was a strange twist of fate that the Potter, Granger Malfoy, and Weasley children were born on the same day. The press of course had a field day. Who would have thought that the trio of wizards who were credited with saving humanity a decade earlier would have children on the exact same day. The media thought they planned some strange pregnancy pact and swore to have all of their children at the same time. Draco knew this was false but he did find their outrageous claims entertaining though he would not confess that to Hermione. 

An hour ago, Draco went to fetch some food for his famished wife. When he reentered the hospital room, Hermione was nursing their son and smoothing his wispy blonde hair. She was a natural mother. When he cried, she knew how to sooth his distressed nature, she could change his wiper with ease, and their son instantly relaxed when he heard her calming voice.

Draco set the take away container on the tray next to Hermione and sat next to her at the top of the bed, “You’re magnificent, you know that right?”

Hermione rolled her eyes and continued smiling at their son, “And you’re a kiss up.”

“You were in labor for thirty six hours, you deserve a metal.”

“All I want are noodles and a butter beer.”

The newborn slowly drifted off to sleep and Draco placed him in his bassinet. The couple toasted their child and celebrated with mountains of chinese food. After they each ate a decent portion of greasy noodles and stir fry, they turned their attention to their child. 

They sat around for another hour deciding what they should name the newest addition to the Granger Malfoy family. They tossed around classic names like Edward and Jonathan but ultimately decided to continue with the tradition of using stars and constellations as inspiration. Names like Leonis and Hyperion were thrown into the mix but were eventually annexed because the new parents thought their son did not look like either. Eventually Hermione had a stroke of genius and came up with the perfect name for their newborn.

“Scorpius?”

“That’s a bit much don’t you think?”

“He already had two last names, the sky’s the limit at this point. We could call him Scorp for short. Scorpius Draco Granger Malfoy; I like it.”

The small child stirred and Draco moved to cradle him in his arms, “Why Draco for his middle name? We could use your dad’s name. He’d get a kick out of that.”

Hermione shrugged, “I like it on you so I thought our kid could try it on for size.”

Draco chuckled and looked into his son’s grey eyes, “Well hello little Scorpius, it’s finally nice to meet you.”

**If you guess the names of the other two Granger Malfoy kids (first and middle names), a character in the next book will be named after you. I am 99% confident no one will guess them so, prove my smug ass wrong**