Pain. Immense pain. It reminded me of the cruciatus curse, but somehow it didn't feel right. Something definitely didn't feel right. For one, it was dark. My eyes were open; that was the only thing I was sure of, so why couldn't I see anything? What was different about right now than what was normal? The pain. That had to be it. It was because of the pain. Where was the pain coming from? And that's when I opened my eyes, and screamed.

"MALFOY!" I scream at the top of my voice. He doesn't come so I scream again. And again — and again. He finally comes racing out of the bathroom into our room.

"What — what is it?" Not only is he out of breath but he also immediately proceeds to trip over something on the floor and fall flat on his face. Stupid git. "Shit."

"Get up Malfoy, I think it's — it's —"

"What?" Malfoy asks, still from the floor. My temper has reached its highest point. It's about to explode, that and the pain currently flowing through me.

"YOU FUCKING SHIT-HEAD GET OFF THE FLOOR AND GET ME TO MADAM POMFREYS," I scream at the top of my voice. It feels good actually; makes the pain go away for a second.

"Wait? What!? Why do you have to go to Madam Pomfrey's?" The look on his face is pure confusion.

"It's coming —" I say quickly before I'm overtaken by another short burst of immense pain.

"What's coming?" Oh my goodness is he actually this thick?

"The baby you stupid git!" I breathe. His mouth forms the shape of an 'O' and he passes out.

"Zakrey" I scream. Almost ten seconds later the house elf apparates in front of me.

"How can Zakrey be of service Mistress?" He says with a bow.

"Finally someone useful in this castle," I mumble under my breath.

"Sorry I didn't quite catch what Mistress said, Zakrey replies, his head bowed in disappointment with himself.

"Never mind Zakrey, it wasn't important. Now can you take me and this idiot," I point at Malfoy, "to the hospital wing?"

"Of course Mistress," he grabs my hand as well as Malfoys then disapparates with us. It had been weeks since the argument about the name, and months since the incident. It was almost hard to believe that now it was finally time.

***

"What's happening?" I wake up with a start. I try to sit up but Madam Pomfrey pushes me right back down into the bed. I'm lying in the hospital wing and the light above my bed is shining in my eyes making it hard to see.

"Well I gave you potions to make you fall asleep so I could erm deal with the birthing process," Madam Pomfrey replies.

"What but I wanted to do it myself," I cry.

"I understand, but at the same I'm afraid that would have been quite impossible due to the medicine. Also— I'll be right back." Madam Pomfrey hurries off into her office.

"Do you know what she's going on about?" I ask Malfoy who's sitting on the bed next to mine.

"No." He's blushing. "I was asleep during the whole thing. She woke me up about five minutes before she woke you up." Of course he was asleep. What else would I expect from Draco Malfoy? Honestly, he's gone from school bully to worlds dumbest.

Madam Pomfrey walks back into the room carrying not one bundle, but two.

"OhmygoodnessOHMYGOODNESS!" I shriek with happiness. "Twins! I fucking gave birth to TWINS!"

"Well not —" but I don't let Madam Pomfrey finish. I reach out and grab the babies out of her arms. They're both sleeping peacefully. Malfoy reaches out his hand to touch one. He pats their head carefully and then sits back and watches me.

"Merlin I love you," Malfoy says.

"Oh," I'm so shocked I don't really know what to say. "I love you too — Draco."

"Hm?" I turn around to see Malfoy, I mean Draco, admiring a shiny green apple.

"If you aren't planning on eating that I will. I'm famished," I say to him.

"Oh, no, I'm saving it for later Granger."

"Hermione," I gently correct him. Damn it feels good to be loved.

"Ok then. I wasn't aware we were on first name basis, Hermione."

"You said that we could if we ended up actually in love," I say a little confused.

"Can I hold one of them?" He asks possibly to change the subject. I somewhat sadly hand one of them over.

"Why it's a girl!" He announces with excitement. Then he looks at her more closely. "Wait a minute her hair is —" and he runs out of the room without another word leaving our child on his bed.

Twenty minutes later he's back dragging Ginny Weasley behind him. "Explain," he says pointing at the baby's hair. It's fiery red. Like a Weasley.

"Oh come on Malfoy it's not MY fault. I didn't knock up your wife you pathetic little—" Ginny is pissed, and that's putting it lightly. I look closely at the little boy in my hands.

"Definitely a Malfoy," I confirm. If one looks carefully at the top of his head they can see little streaks of white blond hair only a Malfoy could have.

Madam Pomfrey interrupts our conversations by saying "it seems that Miss Granger managed to become pregnant while she was already pregnant."

"Wait that's a thing?" Draco, Ginny, and I all ask in unison.

"Yes, obviously as that is what has happened to Miss Granger. Unless of course, the Malfoy blood line or the Grangers have red hair genes?"

"Um have you seen my family?" Malfoy asks and we all laugh.

"Maybe my mum's second — no third cousins brother? Or is it dad's uncles sister?" I try.

"Well then it was probably Mr Weasley. I shall send him and owl so we can have him here for a blood test—"

"—and so I can pound him to a pulp," Malfoy interjects.

"No one will be pounding my brother to a pulp," Ginny sighs, "no matter how much he deserves it," she finishes with a whisper.

All of a sudden Malfoy gives me a weird look. Ginny sees it and hands the babies to Madame Pomfrey who walks them back into her office. Font leaves as well. I still haven't met my children's awake selves and I can't wait.

Malfoy walks towards me getting closer and closer until I can see every imperfection on his face.

"So what are we going to name them?" I ask him in a whisper.

"Right now who cares. I'm just happy to have you." And he kisses me. He's a much better kisser than Ron.