Epilogue: Ten Years Later

Two-year-old Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was currently running naked through the house. Hermione Malfoy was chasing after him, trying to get him to hold still long enough to put a diaper on him. Draco smirked as he watched them; it was especially difficult for Hermione to catch Scorp because she was eight months pregnant. He figured he really ought to step in and help her out.

So he did.

"Daddy's gonna get you!" Draco shouted, snatching Scorpius as he rounded the corner.

Scorpius squealed when Draco started tickling him.

Hermione huffed as she rounded the corner after her son. "You're going to send Mummy into early labor, Scorpius," she panted.

Scorpius glanced at her, then began squirming to be set back down.

"Hold your hippogriffs, son," Draco admonished. "We Malfoys don't go wandering around in the nude." He tossed a wink at Hermione. "Unless we're in the privacy of our bedrooms."

Hermione blushed. "He doesn't need to know that," she hissed.

"He's two." Draco smirked. "He won't remember a thing."

She glared teasingly at him, then pointed toward Scorpius's room. "Now you're in charge of dressing him all by yourself."

Draco's smirk widened. "Easy." He pulled out his wand, and with a twirl, Scorpius was fully clothed, diaper and all.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Show off."

"You know you love me," he replied.

They squished Scorpius as they moved closer for a kiss. Their son protested, quite loudly, at being held so close, but Draco and Hermione allowed their kiss to linger. When he deepened the kiss, Hermione pulled back.

"What are you trying to do? Make triplets?"

Draco laughed loudly and set Scorpius on his feet. The toddler took off running again; Draco figured the house-elf could handle it. "I don't think it works that way, love."

"No, really?" she snarked.

He grinned widely. "No harm in attempting to be the first people to accomplish it."

"You are incorrigible!" she said, lightly slapping his chest.

"I never claimed to be redeemable, remember?"

Hermione shook her head. "After all these years, I think you have realized by now that you've been rehabilitated."

"No, that's not it."

"No?"

Draco shook his head. "It wasn't me. It was you, Hermione. You were my redemption."

And in that moment, he reflected back on how it had happened. Hermione had been his second chance at life, his opportunity to become a good man. He had taken hold of that unexpected gift with both hands, and Draco never planned on letting go.