~*~

"You're almost there, love."  Draco said earnestly, trying to keep his cool composure, when in fact he was the most terrified he had ever been in his entire life.  "You can do it, hang in there Mione."

Hermione was laying on a starched hostpital bed at St. Mugos, the maternity ward, and all around her the best doctors and nurses in England where bustling around, preparing for the arriving baby.

Two years have past since Hermione and Draco where reunited, two years of complete happiness for the couple, and their now soon-to-be thirteen year old daughter.  Their daughter, as fate would have it, was sort-of seeing James Potter, sort-of, because Draco did not want his only daughter dating until she was sixteen, but Hermione kept her daughters secrets, and spent long nights giggling in Juliet's room, Hermione talking about what a heartthrob Harry was in school, and how Juliet had just received her first kiss.

But right now a pale and very tired Hermione lay on the bed, giving birth to her second child.

"Draco…it hurts."  Hermione said in a heartbreaking voice,  "I had forgotten how badly this hurt."

"It's alright love."  Said a paler-than-normal Draco.  "I'm here this time, I'm here and nothing bad is going to happen.  Juliet is going to have a new brother or sister! You're almost done Hermione, just a few more pushes."

He squeezed her hand tight. "I love you Hermione."  He said in a low voice in her ear, and with that, she gave one final push, and the cries of a very healthy baby could  be heard though out the privet hospital room. 

Nurses rushed around the doctor, who was cleaning the baby off and wrapping it in a soft blue blanket.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy."  The doctor said.  "You have a very healthy baby boy."

The doctor handed the small child to Hermione, who took him in her warm arms.  Draco kneeled down beside his wife and kissed her lightly on the cheek.  Her hair was disheveled and her breathing was deep, but she was glowing in Draco's eyes.  Hermione met her husband's eyes.

"What should we name him?"  She asked softly.

"Evan."  Draco said, staring into the baby's eyes, the same color Draco himself possessed.

Hermione thought for a moment.  "Evan Draco Malfoy."  She said with content.  "I like it."  A gentle smile played across her lips and she kissed the beautiful blonde baby's head.  "Hello love."  She whispered to the baby, who was in fact, snoring softly.

"You're amazing."  Draco said to Hermione.  "I hope you realize that."

"You make me feel amazing."  Hermione retorted.  "I'm so glad I found you again."

Draco crawled into the hospital bed with her, and the doctors made a quiet exit.  They lied there, cradling their new baby, Hermione was singing softly, which nearly made Draco nod off.  Hermione sang-

"When the winds of remorse leave you tired and broken, know that I'll always be there.  When the people you love show no signs of forgiving, know that I will always care, when you feel like the world wont turn, and the sun will never rise again, know that somewhere out there, a brand new day will soon begin.  Remember your heart, never forget your heart, remember the love you can share, remember……remember I will be there…"

~*~

"Happy birthday dear Julie! Happy birthday to you!"

As Juliet Malfoy blew out the thirteen candles that adorned her enchanted birthday cake, James and Ryan came up behind her and tackled her in a huge hug. 

"Happy birthday Jul!"  Ryan said enthusiastically.  "You're a teenager now!"

Juliet grinned like a Cheshire cat and hugged her friends back.  "Yea, now I'm the oldest!"  She playfully hit them on the shoulder and the adults looked on, laughing.

Juliet Malfoy's birthday party had quite a turnout.  Most of the Hogwarts staff showed up, including the headmaster, McGonagall, and Severus Snape.

The whole Weasley family was there as well.  Slightly aged Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, both in high spirits, along with all of their children. Fred and George both had partners and Ron was there with Lavender.

Harry and Parvati where there, Parvati being very, very heavy with child, sat on one of the more comfortable couches and relaxed, looking on with a great smile at her son. 

Hermione looked on at Her own child, who was dressed in a pretty white birthday dress, specially made for her by the best tailor Draco could buy, and let me tell you, that's the best anyone could buy.