So I gave up with my sequel and decided to write this instead, I think that it's better though I do miss the whole Azkaban plot. Enjoy!
Draco never expected what awaited him when he got home from work exactly three years after the end of war; his and Harry's three year anniversary. Sure, he guessed Harry and Teddy would be waiting for him – it was their home as well, where else would they be? – but he did not think in a million years there would be two females waiting with them.
He was in a particularly good mood, whistling to himself as he walked down their garden path and opening the door, but he faded away when he saw the group standing in his hall.
Teddy was the first to actually welcome him, hugging his leg and almost singing, "Dray!"
Then came Harry, planting a kiss on Draco's pale cheek.
On any other occasion Draco would have reacted to his family in some way, but he was paralyzed at the sight of the two women behind them. After a moment, he was able to stutter, "What are they doing here?"
"Hello, Draco." Granger sounded friendly enough but he knew that cold edge hiding underneath. He knew she only tried to hold on to her pristine reputation, but it wasn't working.
"Good afternoon, Malfoy. How lovely it is to see you again." That was definitely sarcasm from the Weasley Bitch.
Fight fire with fire – or should that be sarcasm with sarcasm? "And to you, Weasley. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Draco," Harry hissed in warning, "be nice."
"Why should I be nice to them? They haven't exactly been the nicest people to me, nor you for that matter." There was no reason for either of them to treat the couple how they had. Ginny had gone to extreme lengths to break them up, including tricking her brother into attempted murder, and Hermione had completely abandoned Harry when she found out he was gay. Out of the whole of Hogwarts, they had been only two people not to accept Harry and Draco for who they were.
"Erm, excuse me but you stole my boyfriend! You weren't all so lovely either!" Ginny yelled.
"Pha! Is that what you think I did? As I recall, you two were never official in the first place so how could I have stolen something that wasn't yours?"
"Draco…" Harry started, trying to stop a full blown duel but was shouted over.
"I don't care; you still stole him! And as I see, we had a more meaningful relationship; we were normal!"
Even Harry appeared hurt by that and didn't even try to stop Draco from drawing his wand. The only thing stopping Draco from hexing her sorry behind was the ear-splitting scream before Teddy began to cry. Immediately, he dropped his wand which clattered on the stone floor and bent down to pick the small boy up. "See what you did, Weasley?"
"What I did?"
"STOP!" Harry roared. His loud voice was amplified and echoed around the small hallway and the two immediately stopped arguing. "Both of you made him cry! I have to go and calm him down now, you three need to sort things out. Don't even think about fighting, I don't even want you to raise your voices, you hear?" With that, he took his godson and carried him up the stairs.
Reluctantly, the others did as they were told and Draco led them into the small living room. Hermione and Ginny sat next to each other on the brown leather sofa while Draco took his armchair next to the fireplace. "Let's get this over with then. Why did you come here?"
"Harry asked us to, he wanted us to say sorry," Hermione said. She took a deep breath before continuing. "Draco, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so mean to you-"
"It's not me that you hurt," he butted in before letting her say what she had to.
"Okay, fine. I'm sorry that I hurt Harry, which in turn hurt you."
In question, Malfoy recited her words from the first day he was ever truly happy. "'Harry, how could you? You know that he can never be trusted, what if he's only trying to hurt you? I'm sorry, Harry, but I'm afraid I can never forgive him'?"
Sighing, Hermione began to realise how much she regretted those words. "You're right, I should never have said that. If Harry could forgive you, I should have too. Your relationship didn't mean I had to stop talking to him."
Still Draco felt the need to pry. "You didn't invite him to your wedding! Even Ron wanted to invite us. Just to spite me, you wouldn't let him. Do you know how much that upset him? He didn't stop crying all night, he thought you hated him."
Suddenly her caramel eyes misted over as she realised what she had done. "That's why we're getting blessed next month, Ronald has asked Harry to be his best man and you're invited as well."
That was enough proof Draco needed, so he tried to clear his own conscience. "I'm sorry too, Gra- Hermione. Please forgive me for all those times I was mean to you? I have changed, you know." It appeared all she could do was nod so Draco let her be. It was Weasley's turn; he locked his stormy grey eyes onto her.
"Okay," she sighed, "I'm sorry as well. It was a little bit melodramatic to try and get Ron to kill you. I don't know what I was thinking. I just want you to know, there will never be any competition for Harry anymore – not that there ever was, but he wanted me to say that."
Still holding suspicions, Draco asked, "How can I be sure?"
She lowered her eyes and Draco's followed. For the first time he noticed how delicately her hands folded over her stomach – almost lovingly – and there was a small bump. "No," he breathed in shock. "But you're only nineteen!"
"I'm only three months gone so I'll be twenty by the time they get here, and Cezar – the father – will be twenty two. We'll be fine," she laughed.
It seemed she was just dropping bombshell after bombshell. "They?"
"Yes, twin boys."
"Congratulations," he smiled at her; it looked like she was forgiven. "Hermione's having a wedding blessing so Harry can be best man," he mused, "don't you think you should give something as a sign of forgiveness too? I think that Harry and Draco would be wonderful baby names."
All three of them burst out in fits of laughter and only stopped when Harry poked his head around the door.
"It's almost six, Ginny. You're port key will be leaving soon. I don't think you'd like to miss that; it's a heck of a long way to Romania."
As the two girls stood and got ready to leave, Draco realised what Harry had said. "Romania?"
A sad smile pulled at the corner of Ginny's pink lips. "Yes, that's where Cezar and I live. We're coming back here in August, though. There is no way I am raising Harry and Draco surrounded by all of those dragons." As she said it, Harry reached brought a rusty key from his pocket and handed it to the red-headed woman. It began to glow and she just had tome to say, "I hope they get to meet their namesakes," before she was transported back to her home.
Hermione also looked like she was ready to leave, standing by the fireplace with a handful of floo powder in her hand. She bade them farewell and ensured they would soon get an invite by owl before also leaving.
"They said you asked them to apologise, Harry." From the look on Draco's face, he wanted to know why. Sighing, Harry gripped his hand and pulled him over to the sofa.
"I thought it would be a nice surprise, and I wanted to make you happy before I asked you something."
"What did you want to ask?"
Harry didn't say anything; instead he captured Draco's lips with his own. He heard Draco's soft sigh and felt hands knot in his hair, a sure sign he wouldn't notice what he was pulling from his pocket. Slowly he slipped off the sofa, only breaking the kiss when he was settled on one knee. He held up a small box covered with black velvet. Inside, surrounded by a plush red cushion, a sliver ring glinted in the light. "Marry me?"
After a moment of shock, Draco flung his arms around Harry's neck and crushed him into a kiss but he was pushed away.
"You didn't give me answer?" There was sadness clear over his features.
"That was a yes, you idiot!" Draco laughed, offering his hand for Harry to slip on the ring.