Epilogue by popular demand! Yes THIS is it :)

Sixteen months later...

"All looks well, Mrs. Malfoy," the elderly Healer said to me. "Any other symptoms you are concerned about?"

"Just the nausea, Healer Mason," I replied and scooted off the exam table.

He pushed his glasses up his nose and took a small bottle out of the cabinet.

"This potion should calm the stomach," he said. "It may cause drowsiness, but to be perfectly honest, you look like you could use the rest."

"I haven't been sleeping very well. I don't know if its nerves or the constant feeling like I'll be sick, but…" I trailed off with a sigh.

Healer Mason nodded and shuffled me out the door.

"Come back in three to six weeks, Mrs. Malfoy," he called before moving on to his next patient.

As I headed out for the fireplaces to Floo home, someone called my name.

"Blaise?" I asked incredulously. I hadn't heard from him since that day at Azkaban, but word on the street was that he was doing quite well for himself despite the potions scandal. He jogged over to me and gave me an awkward pat on the shoulder.

"Hey Hermione," he greeted. "You look great; married life must be treating you well."

I ignored the slight tone of bitterness in his voice.

"It is," I said with a small smile. "What are you doing here?"

He pointed over to one of the exam room doors.

"Abigail's in for a checkup. The Healers like to check in every few months. Make sure the curse really is gone, I suppose. I think they're going to write a paper on her, actually."

"Draco will be pleased to hear she's fine," I said.

"Yes, I'm sure he will…. Listen, I know I never contacted you afterwards, but I wanted to say thank you," Blaise said and shoved his hands in his pockets.

I raised an eyebrow.

"It's not me you should be thanking, Blaise."

He had the decency to look ashamed.

"I'd better be going, but tell Abigail I'm glad she's well," I said and stepped into the fireplace. "Hermione Malfoy's home," I said and felt the familiar whirl of Floo.

When I stepped out of my fireplace, I immediately smelled something burnt.

"Draco?" I called out and brushed the soot from my clothes. He popped his head out from the kitchen with an innocent smile.

"You're home early!"

He came out of the kitchen wearing an apron covered in flour. There was a smear of something brown across his cheek, so I wiped it away with a giggle.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing," he answered quickly. "You look tired."

A look of concern drifted over his face.

"The Healer gave me a potion that's supposed to make me drowsy."

"Go lay down," he said and kissed me sweetly.

I woke up to Draco's soft voice.

"I know you're a Malfoy," he was murmuring, "but you've got to be less of a pain in the arse. Don't get me wrong- I love you so much, but you're making life quite difficult for your mummy."

His strong hands glided across my swollen stomach and I nearly purred in contentment.

"So if you will calm down enough to let her enjoy our anniversary, then I promise I will buy you every toy you could possibly want."

I smiled and cracked my eyes open.

"Are you bribing our unborn child?" I asked as his lips touched the skin of the abdomen. He smiled into the kiss and looked up at me.

"Good morning," he said and climbed up my body. Draco kissed me deeply and it made my toes curl with passion.

"What time is it?" I asked and reached for my watch. He batted my hand away and kissed me again, this time sliding his tongue against mine. When our lips parted, he trailed hot kisses down my neck and I sighed.

"You win," I breathed and raked my fingers through his hair. He pushed my shirt off and tossed it into the hamper before I arched my back for him to unhook my bra. When I was naked from the waist up, he kissed his way down to my breasts while his fingers gently massaged the tender flesh. Since finding out I was pregnant three months ago, my breasts had grown, much to Draco's delight. He once told me that if he could, he would spend multiple hours a day rubbing the tenderness away.

Draco brought my attention back to the present when he sucked a nipple into his warm mouth while his hands continued to move down. They glided over the swell of my stomach and hooked around the edge of my knickers. He slid them down my legs as his mouth followed his hands. When he reached my belly button, he dipped his tongue inside.

"Torture," I breathed. "You're torturing your pregnant wife."

His laugh sent vibrations across my skin and I felt a slight movement in my belly.

"It's moving," I whispered and he nodded.

"I talk to him more than you realize," he told me while he cupped my pussy. "He likes my voice."

"You're so sure it's going to be a boy," I laughed. My laughter quickly turned into a gasp as he brought his mouth down to my clit. He licked gently and when I began to rock my hips against him, he slid a finger inside me. Draco sucked my throbbing clit into his mouth while his fingers curled and pushed into me.

"Oh Merlin," I gasped and clenched the sheet on either side of me. His pace sped with my gasping breaths, and before I knew it, I was crying out in release. When I opened my eyes, Draco's mouth was hovering above mine, shining with my arousal. I pulled him in for a kiss, unbuttoning his shirt quickly. I moaned at the taste of myself on his tongue and then again when he slid his hard cock across my thigh.

Draco rolled me onto my side and locked his arms around my waist. I hooked my leg around his as he breathed in the smell of my hair.

"Ready?" he asked with a slight shake in his voice.

I rocked my hips back against him.

"Yes," I breathed. Draco had been considerably gentler since I began to show. He preferred to spend our time together making love slowly and sensually. I promised him I wouldn't break, but I think he enjoyed our newfound desire for slow-burning passion, so I didn't press the subject.

His cock nudged me from behind and slid into me slowly. His grunt echoed in my ear and my skin broke out in goose bumps. When he buried himself completely in me, he paused, groaning in the feeling of my pussy clamped down around him.

"Fuck, Hermione," he murmured. "Do you know how sexy you are like this?" He reared back and pushed into me again, wrenching a low cry from me. "I get hard every time I think of you swollen with my child," he purred. "With that ring on your finger and our baby inside you-" he drove into me again "-the whole world can see you're mine."

He began to thrust in earnest as whimpering moans fell from my lips. His hand alternated between caressing my breast and my stomach while his lips and teeth worked on my neck. My second orgasm was close and I felt myself clenching around him.

"Oh Merlin, Draco," I moaned and tilted my head back against him.

"Come for me," he whispered and rolled my nipple in between his long fingers. After a few more thrusts, I came apart, moaning and gasping deliriously as stars exploded behind my eyelids. Draco came right after me with my name on his lips.

I rolled back to face him and he pulled me in close. My stomach got in the way, but he just smiled and kissed my sweaty forehead.

"Do you really think I'm sexy like this?" I asked shyly. Draco's mouth swooped down to crush mine in a kiss.

"Give me five minutes and I'll show you again, Mrs. Malfoy," he replied and stroked my back.

"Are you going to tell me what you were doing in the kitchen?"

He laughed and hugged me tighter.

"If you must know, I was attempting to cook."

I reared my head back to look at him.

"Why?"

"I was going to cook for you for our anniversary, but it turns out, cooking is the one thing I'm rubbish at."

"Cooking and dancing," I corrected and braced myself for his glare. I could barely convince him to dance two steps with me at our wedding.

"Fine, cooking and dancing," he amended. "Whatever."

As we laughed, I managed to sneak a look at the clock over his shoulder.

"Draco!" I cried. "It's the middle of the night!"

He shrugged and pulled the comforter up around us.

"Yes, that means you shouldn't be talking," he said gruffly, but I recognized the hint of playfulness in his voice.

"But I have work-"

He cut me off with a long, languid kiss.

"Goodnight wife," he said and nuzzled against my neck. "Goodnight baby." He rubbed my stomach fondly.

"Goodnight husband," I sighed with contentment. That night, like every night for the rest of my life, I fell asleep to the soft sounds of Draco's breathing and his arms wrapped tightly around me.