Chapter 14

Daily Prophet Exclusive

"Malfoy Heir Engaged to Mysterious Fiancée!"

The wizarding world is abuzz with the latest scandalous twist in high society! Draco Malfoy, the notoriously reclusive heir to the Malfoy fortune, is officially off the market. Whispers of an engagement have been circulating for weeks, but now it's confirmed: Malfoy is betrothed to a mysterious fiancée whose identity remains a tightly guarded secret.

Sources close to the Malfoy family claim the bride-to-be is not from an old wizarding family, sparking curiosity and controversy. Could this be the love match that breaks centuries of pure-blood tradition? Or is there more to this story than meets the eye?

Speculation runs rampant, with some suggesting the union is a strategic move to restore the Malfoy name, tarnished since the war. Others insist it's true love. Witnesses claim to have seen the couple dining in Diagon Alley recently, their chemistry undeniable.

Who is this woman who has captured Draco Malfoy's heart? And what does this mean for the future of one of wizarding Britain's most infamous families?

For all the juicy details, exclusive quotes, and the untold backstory, turn to page 28!

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Daily Prophet Exclusive

"Malfoy Wedding: The Event of the Century!"

The Malfoy family has done it again, hosting what is already being hailed as the wedding of the century! Draco Malfoy, the enigmatic and wealthy heir to the Malfoy fortune, tied the knot in a ceremony so extravagant it could rival the Yule Ball itself.

From enchanted floral arrangements that changed with the mood of the crowd to floating golden chandeliers, no expense was spared. The event was attended by a veritable who's who of the wizarding elite, with rumors of international dignitaries and foreign ministers also gracing the guest list.

Yet, the most tantalizing detail remains unsolved: who exactly is the new Mrs. Malfoy? Despite the elaborate affair, the bride's identity has been kept firmly under wraps, hidden behind veils of secrecy (and literal veils of enchanted lace).

Attendees were sworn to secrecy with powerful oaths, and not a single photograph of her face has surfaced. Was this an act of love or a strategic move to protect the bride from the relentless scrutiny of the wizarding world?

All we know is that the lucky lady must have cast quite the spell to win over Draco Malfoy, who looked utterly besotted throughout the entire event.

Turn to page 28 for exclusive insider details on the wedding of the year and theories about the mysterious Mrs. Malfoy!

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Daily Prophet Exclusive

"Hermione Granger Welcomes Her First Child with Draco Malfoy!"

In a twist no one saw coming, the brightest witch of her age, Hermione Granger, has officially been revealed as the elusive Mrs. Malfoy! The wizarding world is abuzz as Granger and Draco Malfoy, former school rivals and polar opposites, welcome their first child together—a moment marking the most unexpected union of our time.

The announcement not only ends months of speculation about Malfoy's mysterious bride but also cements this love story as one for the history books. Two opposing social castes—Granger, the brilliant Muggle-born heroine, and Malfoy, the aristocratic pure-blood heir—have united in what can only be described as a true "enemies to lovers" romance.

Sources close to the couple describe their newborn as already inheriting Granger's sharp intellect and Malfoy's striking looks. While many are celebrating this surprising union, others in the wizarding world remain divided, proving that even in love, these two are breaking barriers.

Turn to page 28 for exclusive details about their life together, the nursery, and how Hermione Granger is redefining what it means to be a modern witch in a traditional family.

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Scorpius's cries echoed through the vast, quiet halls of penthouse, a tiny sound that somehow managed to fill the entire room with need. The soft whimpering morphed into full-blown fussing, his little fists waving in frustration from his crib, a perfect combination of impatience and innocence.

Draco, sitting at his desk in the adjacent room, dropped the parchment he'd been staring at in frustration. It was nothing important—another annoying inquiry about his business dealings, another endless string of tedious tasks. He didn't care.

"I'm coming, love," he muttered under his breath, pushing away from his desk and standing up. The moment his son's cries reached his ears, every single worry in the world disappeared. His heart, which had long been burdened by dark memories and the weight of the past, had shifted its focus entirely. Scorpius had become his world.

He hurried into the nursery, the door creaking softly as he entered. The sight of Scorpius fussing in his crib always pulled at his heartstrings in ways he couldn't quite explain. The baby's tiny arms flailed, and his big grey eyes—so like Draco's own—were wide with distress.

"Daddy's here," he cooed softly as he leaned down to lift his son out of the crib. He cradled him close, immediately feeling the weight of his love and responsibility flood him. His son's cries quieted, and soon, there was only the sound of soft cooing and the gentle rhythm of his heart.

Scorpius was the center of his universe now. He'd never known a love so pure and overwhelming. As his little boy settled against his chest, the world outside didn't seem to matter. He could feel the connection, the bond, growing stronger every day.

He sighed with contentment as he rocked Scorpius gently in his arms, his attention now focused entirely on his son.

Down the hall, Hermione sat on the couch, her feet tucked under her as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair. The glow of motherhood suited her more than he had ever imagined it would. She was radiant, a vision of grace and strength.

"I'm so glad you're here," she said softly, as he walked into the living room with Scorpius still nestled in his arms. Her eyes softened as she gazed at the two of them, her heart swelling with love.

He glanced at her with a soft, tender smile. "We did it, didn't we?" she continued. "Broke the wizarding world with our baby announcement. I mean, they were all expecting scandal, but no one ever expected this." She laughed softly, a gentle sound that made his heart flutter.

"They can fuck off," he muttered, though his voice was light with amusement. He was in no mood to let anyone or anything disturb his peace. "The only people who matter are you two. No one else." His words were bold, fierce, and completely sincere.

Her smile widened, and she rested her hand on her stomach, the lingering reminder of their long journey. "I've never been happier," she said, her voice filled with a deep, contented warmth. "This is everything I've ever wanted."

He could feel his chest tighten as he gazed at her, his heart swelling with emotions he never thought he would experience. "Your pregnancy glow looks radiant on you," he murmured, reaching out to gently caress her cheek. It was a simple statement, but it was one he meant with every fiber of his being.

"Thank you, love," she replied, her smile softening. She leaned into his touch, her eyes full of tenderness and trust.

His gaze shifted back to Scorpius, who had now calmed down completely, his small hands resting peacefully against his father's chest. He kissed the top of Scorpius's head, his heart filling with overwhelming love. He wanted to give his son the world, to protect him from the harsh realities that he had once known so well. He wanted to build a future full of happiness and love.

"Can we… you know, have a sibling for Scorpius?" he asked, his voice laced with both hope and desire. His words hung in the air between them. He'd thought about it for a while—about building their family, expanding the love they'd already created. Scorpius was perfect, but the thought of adding another child, another piece of joy to their life, was too enticing to ignore.

She raised an eyebrow, though there was no trace of judgment in her expression. "It's been only five months, love," she said, though her tone was teasing, laced with a bit of disbelief. "And you already want another baby?"

He leaned in close to her, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I want all the babies in the world with you. I want to fill this house with laughter, with love. I want to watch Scorpius grow up with brothers and sisters, to create a family that is as strong and beautiful as the love we share."

Her breath hitched in her throat at his words. She had always known he was intense, but hearing him speak so openly about their future, about their growing family, sent waves of warmth through her. She looked down at Scorpius, still resting against his father's chest, and felt an overwhelming surge of affection.

She smiled softly, her hand resting gently on his arm. "You're impossible," she teased, though the affection in her voice was undeniable. "But… I'll think about it."

He chuckled, his fingers gently brushing through Scorpius's soft hair. "That's all I ask," he said, his voice full of mischief. "But just know this—there's no one else I would want to share this life with. Just you. Forever."

She felt her heart soar. "And there's no one else I would want either," she said quietly, meeting his gaze with all the love in the world.

The three of them stood there together, in their little world of love and hope, knowing that this was just the beginning. No matter what challenges the world would throw at them, they would face it all as a family—strong, united, and full of love.

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Who could have ever imagined that Draco Malfoy, would one day be the proud father of a little girl? Yet, here he was, the epitome of devotion, with his daughter, Aurora, wrapped around his finger. The little girl had a smile that could melt the hardest of hearts, and Draco, who had once been so calculating, was now reduced to a soft, putty-like figure in her hands. He would burn the world down if it meant giving her everything she ever wanted. His transformation from a cold, distant heir to a warm, loving father was almost unrecognizable, yet to Hermione, it felt like the most natural evolution. She had always believed in the good inside him, but seeing him with their children solidified everything she had ever known about him.

He had become everything Hermione had ever dreamed of in a partner and more. His love for her had only grown with each passing year, but it was his devotion to their family that truly astounded her. He adored their daughter in a way that made her heart swell every time she saw them together. She had witnessed his transformation firsthand, from the wary, skeptical man he had once been to the fiercely protective father who would go to any lengths to ensure their children were safe and loved.

Hermione, herself, was beyond joyful. She had found her soulmate in him, and together they had created a family that was both beautiful and chaotic in the best possible way. There were moments when she could hardly believe how far they had come, from enemies to lovers to parents, their love story unfolding like something from a fairytale. But even in the chaos of diapers, midnight feedings, and endless demands from their children, there was always a sense of peace in their home.

Then came Leo and Cassiopeia, twins who arrived with the subtle grace of a storm. His wish had truly come true. A boy, a girl, and twins—he had often joked that he wanted a large family, but now, with their four children, he couldn't imagine life any other way. It was as though the universe had answered his deepest desires, and each new baby had brought with them a new layer of happiness.

Hermione, however, was exhausted. Her once quiet and peaceful life had become a whirlwind of activity, but she wouldn't change it for anything. Draco, ever the perfect father and husband, supported her through it all. Even when her energy was low, his love never faltered. He still wooed her daily with gestures that made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world. It was almost exhausting how romantic he could be. From the unexpected flower deliveries to the whispered endearments, he never stopped reminding her of how much he adored her. There were days when Hermione had to laugh at the sheer persistence of his affection, but she was grateful for every moment.

Draco's favorite part of the day was this—finding her in the bathroom at night, watching as she unraveled from the weight of the world. Tonight, the soft golden light bathed her skin, making her look almost otherworldly as she dabbed her face with a towel, eyes closed in blissful relief.

"Merlin, you're stunning," he murmured from the doorway, his voice roughened by a day of longing and desire.

She jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, but a smile tugged at her lips as she turned to face him. "You scared me," she whispered, but her eyes gleamed with warmth and something darker, something that always simmered between them at the end of the day.

Without replying, he strode toward her, every step purposeful. His fingers brushed a stray curl behind her ear before trailing down her jaw. She shivered under his touch, her lips parting instinctively.

"You clean up nicely too," she teased, voice breathy as her eyes traced the lines of his bare chest, the muscles tense with anticipation.

He didn't wait. His mouth descended on hers, slow at first, savoring the taste of her like he was committing her to memory. But slow turned to urgent, and before she knew it, he was lifting her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her out of the bathroom.

They didn't make it far. He pressed her back against the wall in the hallway, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat building between them. Hermione gasped into his mouth as his hands roamed her body, slipping beneath her silk robe to grasp the soft skin of her thighs.

"Draco," she whispered, the word more plea than protest.

He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering just above hers, teasing her with the nearness. "Say it, love," he breathed, voice husky with want. "Tell me you need me."

"I need you," she answered without hesitation, her nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer.

"That's my girl." He smirked, capturing her lips once more before carrying her the rest of the way to their bedroom.

Once inside, he lowered her onto the bed, his hands deftly untying the knot of her robe, letting it fall open to reveal bare skin beneath. His eyes darkened as he took her in, the firelight casting flickering shadows across her flushed body.

"Perfect," he muttered, almost to himself, as his hands caressed her thighs, spreading her legs wider. Hermione's breath hitched as he kissed a path down her body, lingering on every inch of skin as though he couldn't bear to miss a single spot.

By the time he reached her center, she was trembling with need. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, and she let out a sharp moan, her hips bucking toward his mouth. He gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he lavished attention on her clit, his tongue circling the sensitive bud with practiced ease.

"Draco… please," she gasped, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging lightly as the tension built inside her.

He didn't stop. If anything, her plea only spurred him on. He sucked her clit into his mouth while sliding two fingers inside her, curling them upward to find that spot that made her see stars. Hermione cried out, her body arching off the bed as pleasure overwhelmed her.

He didn't let up until she was shaking, breathless from the force of her orgasm. Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"You taste like heaven," he said, voice rough with desire as he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself over her.

Her hands found his waistband, yanking down his pajama bottoms and freeing his cock. He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him with deliberate slowness, teasing him the way he had teased her.

"Enough," he growled, capturing her wrists and pinning them above her head. "I want you too much to play right now."

He aligned himself with her entrance, pausing to meet her gaze. "Tell me if it's too much," he whispered, the tenderness in his voice a stark contrast to the raw hunger in his eyes.

"Draco, just… move. Please." Her voice was hoarse with want, her body aching to be filled by him.

With a low groan, he pushed inside her, inch by inch, savoring the way she stretched around him. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, slow and deep at first. Every thrust was deliberate, every brush of his hips against hers designed to drive her wild.

Their rhythm soon turned frantic, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, mingling with their moans and gasps. Draco kissed her fiercely, swallowing her cries as they moved together, two halves of a whole.

When she clenched around him, her orgasm building again, he slipped a hand between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. She shattered beneath him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The sight of her coming undone beneath him pushed Draco over the edge, and with a final thrust, he spilled into her, his body trembling with the force of his release.

They lay there for a moment, tangled in each other, their breaths heavy and hearts pounding in unison. He finally gently rolled onto his side, pulling Hermione into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"I'll never get enough of you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Hermione smiled sleepily, snuggling closer to him. "Good, because you're stuck with me for life."

"That's exactly what I wanted," he murmured, stroking her hair as they drifted off, wrapped in the warmth of their love and the quiet of the night.

As the days blended together in a blur of parenting, the children—finally—had all gone to bed, and the house was quiet once more. They finally had a moment to themselves, a rare and precious instance where they could simply be with each other. She walked into their bedroom, the dim light casting soft shadows across the room. He was already sitting on the edge of their bed, his usual carefree demeanor giving way to an almost tender calmness as he gazed at her.

She sat down beside him, her body tired but her heart full.

"There's something important I would like to tell you," she said softly, her voice steady but laced with a hint of anticipation.

His eyes twinkled as he looked at her, his lips curving into a playful smirk. "Are we pregnant again?" he asked with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. The excitement in his voice was palpable, and Hermione couldn't help but smile at how he could be so enthusiastic even after everything they had already been through.

She laughed softly and shook her head, reaching over to take his hand. "No, darling," she replied, "I think four children is enough."

His face fell, but only for a moment. "For now!" he repeated, as if the prospect of another child was still a distant dream. He had always wanted a large family, and now that they had four children, it felt like they were just getting started.

"Stop it, you," she teased gently, rolling her eyes. "You truly want all the babies in the world, don't you?"

He grinned, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hand as he leaned closer. "Please, tell me," he whispered. "Other than having your perfect babies, what is more important to you?"

She looked at him, her heart swelling with affection. "I love you," she said quietly, the words carrying all the weight of their years together, all the quiet moments and the loud, chaotic ones, the laughter, the tears, and the everyday love that had built their lives.

His gaze softened, and a small smile played at the corners of his mouth. "So it took you six years and four children to tell me that?" he teased, but there was no bitterness in his words, only the lightness of their shared love.

Her cheeks flushed with a bit of embarrassment, but she shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Yep," she said with a grin. "I've been waiting for the perfect moment, but I suppose this will do."

He chuckled, his hand cupping her face as he leaned in to kiss her gently. "And you think I don't know that you love me?" he asked, his voice low and filled with tenderness.

"I'm aware that you know," she replied with a soft laugh. "But now I'm telling you out loud."

He chuckled again, the sound rich and warm. "Well, I'll have to remind you every day, won't I?" he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he gazed at her with such intensity that it almost took her breath away.

She smiled, resting her head against his chest. "I will love you until the end of time," she whispered, the words so quiet, so full of meaning. "Until the last star burns into oblivion."

He held her close, his heart swelling with emotion. "And I will love you through every star that burns and every night that falls," he whispered back. "You, Hermione. Always you."

They stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, the silence between them filled with the love they had built—a love that had been tested, tried, and triumphantly endured. The years ahead would no doubt be filled with more challenges, more joys, and more children, but in that moment, it was just the two of them—Draco and Hermione—together, forever. In every universe.