Playing with Fire

Epilogue

Song: Fine Line - Harry Styles

It took a while for Ron to adjust. A while meaning he still struggled with the concept of Hermione and Draco together. Hermione wasn’t surprised, and Draco wasn’t bothered at all of course. Almost a year had passed and he still refused to visit them at the new, reconstructed Malfoy Manor.

Hermione met him once a week for coffee, and all things aside, he was thrilled for the daughter she had on the way. He was to be her godfather and promised he couldn’t not love something that came from Hermione. Ron even teared up when she first asked him. It had been an emotional road for all of them and her unborn child was a beacon of hope.

Luckily, Ron had moved on from their former relationship. It was more of a brother and sister dynamic to begin with. But now he was head over heels in love with Hannah Abbott, who he had grown close to when the Incendiaries were in the height of their efforts. His eyes sparkled whenever he spoke of her and it relieved Hermione tremendously to see him so happy.

Ginny visited the manor frequently and showed no concerns with being around Draco. In fact, she specifically stated, “What is that wanker going to do? Hex me? I’d like to see him try”

Pansy, Daphne, and Blaise had all fled together - were practically forced to do so by Draco for fear of losing another friend, but were able to come back once it was all over. Blaise loved reminding them how painful it had been being the third wheel to Pansy and Daphne, and he constantly complained that they never let him “join in”.

There were, of course, court cases with the ministry, which were a long and winding road of stress, but they all came out okay. Hermione would invite them over whenever Draco seemed depressed and needed to be surrounded by all those that loved and cared for him. You can never have too much of that, and he needed the reminder.

Hermione learned something new about Draco everyday. He was like a fascinating book that had been wrongly tossed away, and hid a plethora of life inside. Eventually she got him to admit to listening to muggle music and knowing a bit about muggle culture from his mother. The record player in her former room had belonged to him.

But Draco still struggled in many ways.

One - he was an orphan. He had no family aside from Hermione and their unborn child.

Two - every now and then, he’d get these strange flashbacks and urges to kill. He was convinced Voldemort dosed him with something to cause this all those months ago - he had never been bloodthirsty, and he hated that side of him that he couldn’t shake. He’d take cold showers whenever the urges presented themselves, not leaving until his skin was pale blue.

Three - he bombed Hogwarts and hadn’t even known it. It was the first conflict that arose after Voldemort died. Ron was up in arms about Draco - insisting he bombed Hogwarts and Draco firmly refused, getting quite heated by the accusation. However, it wasn’t long until the memories flooded back to him due to Voldemort’s death. Voldemort had imperiused him to blow up Hogwarts. It made him sick. He didn’t leave the manor for the first two months after that.

Four - he questioned their relationship often. It wasn’t about loyalty or lack of love, but about deserving. He was convinced he didn’t deserve Hermione, but she passionately disagreed and threatened to murder him herself if he ever tried to leave her in hopes that she’d be “better off without him”. Not to mention he had a daughter on the way, and he didn’t want to be anything like his father had been. Detached and apathetic was one thing, absent was an entirely different thing altogether.

Both of their powers were heightened and attuned as they grew closer and closer together, and it was difficult to manage at first. Hermione often had nightmares that her plan had gone awry, despite the fact that she was the one who carried them to victory. She kept the Elder Wand and planned to pass it on to one of her children someday but prayed they would never need it.

In spite of it all, they were there for each other. The love they shared grew each day steadily until it was infinite, but it was all they truly needed. They went on walks, danced in the dining room, dueled each other for fun, and read together in the library. It was pure bliss.

“I’ve been thinking”, Hermione thought aloud one day as her due date drew nearer.

“What a surprise there”, Draco joked, placing a kiss on her cheek before taking a seat next to her at the dining table.

She fiddled with the golden locket around her neck, decorated with a cursive M on the front. It held a photo of Draco on one side, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before her daughter showed up on the other side of it.

Her heart fluttered with excitement.

“I have a name”, she said, a large grin spreading across her face. “I was reading a Hebrew book in the library, and came across ‘Adara’, which means fire.”

“Granger you can be so cliche”, he chuckled, taking one of her hands in his and rubbing his thumb over it soothingly.

“That’s Mrs. Malfoy to you”, Hermione smirked, twiddling her fingers to show off the ring on her left hand.

“How could I forget? It was my idea”, Draco teased, his dimple showing beautifully.

Hermione scoffed, “Oh please. It was in your mind the second we knew I was pregnant. You’re so traditional about some things”

“As if you don’t love it”, Draco said, placing a kiss on her cheek and stroking her thigh.

“Anyway - more specifically”, Hermione began, “Adara Narcissa Malfoy”

Draco’s eyes softened swiftly - shifting into pale blue pools of emotion. He smiled softly. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I love you”, he said, placing a kiss on her lips, lingering until she felt drunk from his touch.

Their marks glowed as well and Hermione’s womb began to glow with it.

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Adara Narcissa Malfoy was born on September 1st 1999. Her deep brown eyes could bring warmth to the Arctic. Her contrasting icy blonde curls could freeze a flame. She was perfect and then some.

She was fond of the red, dragon-shaped birthmark that matched with her Mum and Dad. She’d parade around showing it to anyone she met as if it were a badge of honor. It wrapped around her left wrist beautifully, and even glowed on occasion.

She was intelligent and brave like Hermione. She was cunning and ambitious like Draco.

And when Hogwarts was finally rebuilt, their witty little girl was sorted into Ravenclaw.

Adara had many gifts, and she was different from other witches. She was cleverer, more headstrong, and unafraid to speak her mind. If you asked her parents, she was the brightest witch of her age.

She had an unexplained affinity for the elements, and it horrified her parents at first. However, they soon found that she had more control over her magic than they could ever imagine.

Adara loved to come home from school and visit her parents whenever she got the chance. She had a baby brother coming soon - Leo Theodore Malfoy, and she couldn’t be more excited about it.

She enjoyed many things - reading, flying on her broomstick, singing muggle songs with Bopsy that her grandmother had loved (according to Mum and Dad). She would often walk around Narcissa’s fountain with the house-elf that she quickly grew close to.

But above all - you can probably guess her favorite pastime.

She loved playing with fire.

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A/N: Not gonna lie, I almost cried writing this last chapter. I’ve worked on this story everyday for the last two months and have grown very attached to it. If you’ve read all the way through to the end, I love you and you’re amazing <3 As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts and if you enjoyed it, please share it with your friends! If you’re interested in following my slow growing TikTok account - @its_banannaz. Playing with Fire is on Wattpad, Ao3, and Inkitt. xoxo

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