A/N: Hello and welcome to the final chapter of Disparem :)

Hermione woke with a start, sitting up straight. She was disoriented, and she put her hand up to her head to try and tame the dizziness, closing her eyes to the bright light. It felt like she hadn't opened them in ages.

She opened them slowy, and she swore her heart skipped a beat when she realized where she was. She was finally back in the place she had been trying to get to for the past ten days.

Hogwarts sweet Hogwarts.

She was in the Hospital Wing, its only occupant. Judging from the light coming in through the window the sun was close to setting.

She thought back to how she ended up here, remembering being on the playground with Pollux before being knocked over. She frowned as it dawned on her that she would never see any of her children, again- or at least not for a while.

The door to the infirmary opened and Madame Pomfrey stepped in. She gave a gasp when she took notice of Hermione.

"You're up dear!" She said as she hurried over to her. She began to check her state of health, and once she was satisfied that there was nothing wrong with Hermione she went over to her fireplace and flooed Professor Flitwick.

He arrived momentarily, along with Headmistress McGonagall.

"Well, it seems like everything is alright with you," he said after he performed the same tests Madame Pomfrey had, much to the nurse's annoyance. "Can you tell me exactly what happened Miss Granger? Where you've been for the past few days?"

"Umm… exactly?" Hermione stammered. She was willing to give him a general idea, but she wasn't going to tell him exactly what happened. First of all, it would take a while, second of all, there were a lot of personal things she didn't feel like divulging to her professor.

"She doesn't need to tell you everything," the Headmistress put in, noticing Hermione's discomfort. "Just tell us what feel is necessary."

Hermione fidgeted as she sifted through all that happened, before she decided on giving them the short version of her week: she had experienced two separate realities ten years in the future, going back and forth from each one every day, and after taking a tumble from a playground was able to return to her actual time.

"Really interesting," Professor Flitwick said in awe when she finished.

"How did it happen?" She asked.

"When Mr. Weasley struck you with the charm you still had some of the potion in you. That coupled with your fall had triggered a different effect than usual, as you experienced yourself. It seems that this last fall you had was able to wake you back up, much like your fall during the quidditch match was able to put you under.

"This has never happened before, and I don't think we'll ever experiment with it, but still. To think that you were able to experience two paths of reality. Did you choose which one you're going to follow?" He added eagerly.

"I think that will be all Professor," McGonagall interrupted, noticing once again Hermione's uncomfortable stance.

"Yes, yes," Flitwick agreed, though he looked a little put out. "I recommend writing it all down Miss Granger. This is, after all, a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"I suppose I will."

"You are excused from your classes tomorrow Miss Granger, but I expect you to return on Monday. Have a nice weekend." McGonagall bid her.

"Thank you," Hermione said, as the small man and the Headmistress left the room.

A few minutes later Madame Pomfrey proclaimed her fit to be discharged from her care, and offered her a plate of food to eat before leaving the wing.

It felt surreal to Hermione to finally be walking through the halls she had been waiting to get back to for the past ten days, though technically it had only been five.

She was home now. All she had to worry about now was catching up with all of the classes she missed…and deciding what she was going to do about her personal life.

She knew she had to break up with Ron, she just wasn't looking forward to doing it.

And then there was Draco. Should she wait for him to come to her? Or should she just put herself out there?

She remembered how Future Draco had told her what he had done during his ten minute experience with the Disparem charm. His pride had obviously taken a hit in that nonexistent time, which meant she would probably have to go to him.

Hermione groaned at the prospect. She had never been that fearless type of girl who could do something like that. However, if the past week she had just spent being his wife was any indication, she really had nothing to worry about.

Her rampant thoughts were halted as she entered the Gryffindor common room.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled, and he was already out of the lounge chair he had been sitting on by the time Ron and Ginny were able to turn their heads and notice her themselves. They all went to her and gave her a hug, exclaiming over her recovery. Ron even placed a kiss on her lips, and though she returned it, she felt none of the heat or love she had felt before.

"So what happened?" Ginny asked. "Professor Flitwick told us you were in some prolonged state of the Disparem charm. Is it true?"

"Yes," Hermione responded, to which all six of their eyes widened with interest and curiosity. She proceeded to tell them what had happened to her, though she left out any names. She instead referred to Ron and Draco as Husband Number One and Two, respectively, and Ginny simply became Best Girlfriend. She didn't want to let them know what either of her futures could be like, especially Ron.

"You're really not going to tell us their real names?" Ron asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Hermione looked away from him and at her shoes. "No. I just don't think it's something you guys need to know. I did get to see all of you, but you should be looking towards the future because you don't know what it holds, not go through life waiting for what you think is going to happen to come to pass."

"I understand," Harry nodded, to which Ginny promptly agreed. Ron just huffed, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Well, I'm surprisingly exhausted," Hermione gave a small laugh, trying to break the tension. "So I'm going to head to bed if you don't mind."

"Me, too," Ginny said, and they both bid the boys goodnight before making their way to the girls' dormitories.

"Ginny," Hermione turned to her friend once they were in their own room. The other girls they shared with had yet to return from wherever they were, so she and Ginny were alone.

"Hmm?"

"The one I was sharing everything with in both worlds, that was you."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Hermione smiled. "You were an amazing friend, and so I think I owe it to you to tell you everything."

"There's more?"

"Yes. I told you the important things that happened each day, but there were more personal things that occurred, and details that I didn't think wise to share with the boys," Hermione said. Like all the sex, she thought with a blush. "I'll tell you everything- details and all- tomorrow if you like, but for now I'm just going to let you know who everyone was."

Ginny's ears visibly perked up at this, and she took a seat next to Hermione's on her bed. "I promise, I won't tell a soul."

Hermione swallowed. "Ron. I was married to Ron and our kids were Rose and Hugo."

"So you were married to my brother and had two kids, which means that…" Ginny's eyes bulged as the puzzle pieces fit into place in her head. "He was the one that cheated on you?"

Hermione nodded at her friend, whose expression was still clearly affronted.

"If that wasn't in the future I'd be hexing him right now. In fact maybe I should just do it so he doesn't do it!"

Hermione wanted to laugh at how Ginny's reaction stayed the same throughout every plane of existence. This Ginny even calmed down at around the same time as the others.

"Alright, who was the other one?" she asked.

"Draco Malfoy."

"WHAT?!"

Hermione was sure Ginny was going to faint, but luckily she didn't.

"Yes, you heard me correctly, I was married to Malfoy. Our kids were named Scorpius, Ariel, and Pollux. We hadn't picked out a name for the fourth one yet."

"I don't even know what to say," the redhead said, with a shake of her head.

Hermione laughed. "Imagine how I felt that first morning when his arm was wrapped around me."

"Wow… you and Malfoy. Who would've thought? Then again, you two have become pretty friendly this last year. I think he visited you a few times while you were in the Hospital Wing."

"He did?"

"Well, I wasn't sure at the time. I thought maybe he just had some ailments or whatnot to see Madame Pomfrey for. But now that I know he's in love with you it just makes sense that he was there to see you."

"He kissed me you know." Hermione said, and she watched as Ginny's eyes became wide again. "The day of the Quidditch match."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to, but I was kind of hit by a spell and put asleep for a week."

Ginny gave her a look as if to say that wasn't an excuse. "So what are you going to do now?"

"Break up with Ron," Hermione sighed.

"And then run straight into Malfoy's arms?"

"I haven't decided on that yet."

"Well I can't say I'd blame you, after experiencing what you did. I'll support you with whatever you choose to do."

"Thanks Gin."

"Draco Malfoy…" Ginny giggled as she left for her bed.

Hermione snuggled herself under her own covers trying to get comfortable. She was grateful to be back, but at the same time she wished she was in a bigger bed with a platinum blonde man lying next to her.

The next time Hermione opened her eyes the room was bathed in gray light; the tell-tale color of dusk. Confused, she groggily sat up. She felt rested, but oddly weak.

The door to the room opened and Ginny came in with a tray of food in her hands. "Oh, thank goodness you're finally awake!" She said, placing the tray in front of her friend. "I was getting worried about you."

"What time is it?" Hermione yawned her stomach grumbling at the same time.

"It's already seven o'clock on Friday evening."

What? Hermione thought in surprise. "I slept all day?"

"Yes, you did. I came back at lunch and again when my classes were over and you were still completely knocked out. I went to tell Professor Flitwick and he said that it was probably just your body recuperating from the affects of the charm. If you weren't awake by tonight we'd have a problem, but here you are, eyes open and everything. I brought you dinner since you haven't eaten anything since…well I don't know when."

"I had dinner after I woke up yesterday, so it's safe to say I haven't eaten in twenty-four hours."

"Well dig in, and while you're doing that I'll catch you up on everything you missed while you were gone."

"School wise or gossip wise?"

"Both," Ginny smiled.

By the time Ginny finished telling Hermione the school news and all the work she had to make up for her classes, Hermione's brain was about to explode.

"I have to go to the library," she said, hurriedly putting on some clothes and gathering her supplies into her book bag.

"Really? You're going to start tonight? It's nearly eight already!"

"If there's time to study, then I'm going to study. I have a week's worth of school to catch up on Ginny, I have to start now."

"You're crazy, but I guess you wouldn't be our Hermione if you weren't."

"Thanks, Gin," Hermione chuckled at the comment as she left.

She was making her way through the common room when Ron called for her.

"Hey! You're finally up again. Where are you going?"

"The library to study."

"Now? Why not just start tomorrow?"

"Because I have a lot to do and-"

"Come on 'Mione," Ron said, exasperated. "It's been a week since we've really spent time with each other. Just leave the school work till tomorrow."

"Ron, I…" Hermione sighed. She hadn't been planning on doing this in an unprepared manner, but it looked like she would have to. "Ron, I can't be with you anymore."

"What?"

"The dream, this past week, it made me realize many things, and one of them is that we're just not right for each other."

Ron was quiet, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared unblinkingly at her.

"You can't be serious," he managed to get out. Hermione could tell he was trying to keep calm, even though his temples were throbbing. She hoped he wouldn't resort to what the other Ron had tried to do when she wanted to leave, especially since they were in their common room which was currently filled with people.

"I am. I love you Ron, but it's not the kind of love that's right for a relationship, and I… I can't be with you anymore."

An awkward silence hung between them, and Hermione tried hard to keep her eyes on him and not relegate them to her shoes.

"Well then," he said gruffly. "I guess this is it." He turned away from her and began walking towards the boys' dormitories without even waiting for her to speak again.

"Ron…" she called after him, not wanting to end it on bad terms, but he was already gone.

It was easier than she had expected, but she had just hurt one of her best friends, and that didn't exactly make her feel great. She knew it was for the best though, keeping the future she wanted clear in her mind to remind her why she had done it. In her life with Draco she and Ron were still friends, so somehow she and Ron were going to get passed this, and everything was going to be okay. She let out a shuddery breath as she turned around and climbed out the portrait hole, slowly heading towards the library again.

The moment she entered the library she could feel everyone's eyes turn on her. Ginny had told her that the whole school had learned of her predicament so it was no surprise that they would notice when she was well again. Either that or the news of her and Ron's break up had traveled extremely fast. Hermione tried to ignore the stares and the whispers that accompanied her as she headed towards her usual spot.

She felt her heart stop in her chest as she turned into the aisle her table was situated at and saw Draco already sitting there, his head deep in a textbook. She had forgotten that this was the time they usually met up for their study session. Of course he would be there.

She slowly walked over, and as she began to take a seat, Draco looked up from his book.

"Granger," he said, looking at her in surprise.

"Hello," she smiled at him.

"I had heard you were well again, but I hadn't seen you around. I thought you'd be spending all day in the library and making up for lost time."

"Were you looking for me?" She boldly asked as she pulled her book and some parchment out of her satchel .

"No," Draco quickly said, though a faint blush was crawling up his cheeks. "I just happened to be studying here myself."

"I see. I actually ended up sleeping all day, that's why I wasn't here."

"Oh. Well, I'm glad to see you up and about again."

"Thanks," she said with a small smile, and they were silent for a couple of moments before she spoke again. "I broke up with Ron," she blurted out, the words leaving her before she had even made a conscious decision to say them.

Draco's head lifted and his eyes met hers at the sudden confession. "You what?"

"I broke up with Ron."

"Why?"

"I realized that I wasn't in love with him anymore…I'd fallen in love with someone else."

She kept her gaze on him, hoping that somehow he would get the hint that she was talking about him.

"I see," he said.

I see? Was that all he was going to say?

She had pretty much put herself out there as far as she would comfortably go, and all he could say was I see?

Awkwardness began to seep through Hermione's pores, and she was just about ready to jump out of her seat and make a run for it when he spoke again.

"You always deserved better than Weasley, Granger. I knew you would figure it out eventually." He smirked, and Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. With a flick of his wand, all of their things disappeared off of the table and into their respective satchels. He picked both of them up and flung them over his arm and then went over to Hermione's side of the table, taking her hand and lifting her out of her seat. "How about we skip the studying for tonight?"

"What are we going to do?"

"Let's take a walk somewhere, and you can tell me where you've been for the past five days."

"Alright," Hermione said with a smile, trying to keep the fluttery feeling that had evolved in her stomach at bay, as she allowed Draco to link his fingers with hers and lead her out of the library, and towards the rest of her life.

Wednesday October 12, 2008

10 years, 6 months, 3 weeks later

Hermione tried to get her breathing under control as Draco lay her down gently on the bed. She whimpered as he extricated himself from their scissored position, and then rolled back on his side of the bed.

"As mind-blowingly fun as this is, Granger," he said taking a huff of breath. "You do realize that this isn't a proven theory, right?"

"Yes," Hermione answered. "But it doesn't hurt to try." She placed her hand on his chest and began to move it southward, but Draco quickly caught it and stopped her from going further.

"Granger, my little nympho," he laughed, kissing the hand he'd taken hostage. "I've lost count of how many times we've done it tonight, and as much as I'd love to continue, I'm exhausted."

"Sor-ry," Hermione whined, her hormones getting the best of her. "I just want the baby to come already! It's a week overdue and I'm tired of being fat, and ugly, and not being able to see my toes!"

"Alright, alright," Draco said when her voice began to crack, pulling her into his arms. "First of all, you're not fat, you're pregnant. Secondly, you are not and have never been ugly. And thirdly, well yes not being able to see your toes sucks, but they'll still be there when you do get to see them again, ok?"

"If you say so." Hermione grumbled, lifting her head to kiss him. She soon turned what he had probably thought would just be a peck of gratitude into another full on snogging session, holding his head firmly to hers.

"Granger, please," Draco chuckled once he was able to pry himself off of her. "Give me an hour and then we can practice your theory some more, alright? Though if you ask me, the baby's going to come whenever it damn well pleases, no matter how much sex we have."

"Fine," Hermione humphed as she snuggled into Draco's side once more. It only took a couple minutes for his breathing to become even, and his hold around her to weaken, telling her that he had fallen asleep. She unfortunately, was still awake and waiting for the hour to be up already.

She had nearly begun to drift off when she felt something wet trail down her legs. She moved Draco's arm off of her, and then sat up, feeling a wet puddle forming underneath her.

Finally, she thought with a smile. The baby that she had been waiting for for over ten years was finally going to make its appearance.

"Draco," she said, nudging him. "Draco."

"I said an hour, Granger," he grumbled as he caught sight of his clock. "Not twenty minutes."

"I know, but my water broke."

She saw Draco's eyes shoot open, which was promptly followed by him shooting up into an upright position. He flipped their blanket off of both of them, and Hermione spread her legs apart to show him the telltale spot of amniotic fluid.

"Great… that's uh great," he said, and Hermione tried to not to laugh as he put his clothes on as fast as he could. He always got nervous whenever she went into labor, even though he was pretty much a pro at it.

"I told you it'd work," she smirked.

"Well you can add it to the book I know you have where you keep track of all the times you're right," he teased right back. "I'll bring the kids to Mother's, and you just stay here. We'll be back in less than five minutes."

"I'll be waiting," Hermione smiled, folding her hands in her lap. Ten seconds later and Scorpius and Ariel stormed into the room.

"It's baby time Mummy?" Ariel asked.

"That's what dad said Ari," Scorpius said with a sleepy roll of his eyes. "Goodbye Mummy, I'll see you when the baby's born." He reached up his arms to give her a hug and Hermione held him back tightly.

"Bye Mummy," Ariel said, hugging her and giving her a kiss.

"I love you," Hermione said to both of them, and they replied in kind.

Draco, who had been standing behind them with Pollux in his arms, went over to the bed and lowered his youngest so that Hermione could give the boy a hug and kiss too.

"Like, I said, I'll be back in less than five minutes," Draco said once again, and then he left.

He returned four minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, just a little under the time he had promised, and didn't fail to smugly mention that fact to Hermione upon his arrival.

"Ready for this?" He asked, placing his hand over her swollen belly and rubbing it gently.

"More than you know," Hermione answered.

"Okay, let's get you to Mungo's Mrs. Malfoy."

"Just one more push Hermione," Healer Montgomery bid her. "This should be the last one."

"You can do it Granger," Draco said, trying not to yell at the vice grip she had on his arm.

Hermione clenched her teeth together, closed her eyes and pushed, and she didn't stop until she heard the first screaming cry of her baby. She fell back onto the bed with a thump and took a deep breath.

"Oh dear… it has twelve toes!" Draco said, and Hermione flicked her eyes open.

"What?!" She screeched, trying to see around the arms of the healer that was currently cleaning her newborn.

"Just kidding, Love. But that tail it has will come in handy."

"Draco!"

"Calm down, Granger, it's perfect," he laughed as the baby was placed in his arms. "She's perfect."

"She?" Hermione asked, forgetting his lame jokes.

"Yeah," Draco grinned as he stared at the small bundle. "She."

He set her in Hermione's arms, and then took a seat next to them on what little space the bed offered.

"You did it again, Granger. Brought something amazing into the world."

"You helped."

"Only a little. You deserve all the glory."

"Thank you," Hermione said as she looked at her newest child. Thankfully she had only had ten fingers and ten toes, and there was not a tail in sight. Her eyes were barely open, but Hermione could tell from the little glimpse she was giving her that they were grey. She had a small bit of hair fuzz on her head that matched the color of her father's, but it could potentially darken as she got older. Hermione ran a hand through it and sighed.

"So what was the girl name we had come up with?" Draco asked.

"Celia. Celia Audrey."

"Celia Audrey. Another princess to rule the kingdom of Malfoy."

"We'll see how Ariel copes with sharing the spotlight."

"Have fun teaching her to share anything period," Draco chuckled, and he too gently brushed a hand over the little girl's head. "Did you ever think ten years ago that we'd be here? You and I together, and married with four crazy kids?"

"Hey, the crazy on this one is still yet to be determined," Hermione smiled. "But to answer your question…"

Hermione thought back to ten years before, the year she had fallen in love with the man sitting beside her. Then she thought of the Disparem charm, the one thing that had most definitely aided in setting her on this particular life path.

Everything that had happened in the time she was under the charm had stayed clearly in her mind, and there were times she would find herself anticipating some event that she had learned about, like the births of her children. She had tried not to dictate her life according to what she had known to be in the future, but she soon realized that every unconscious decision she made had led to what she had seen happen anyway. In other words, this future had been inevitable.

"Yes," she answered truthfully. "I did think it. I didn't know if it would happen or not, but I did think it."

"Me too," Draco laughed. "Thanks for choosing me Granger."

"Hmm?" Hermione said with confusion, not sure what he was on about, and she turned to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Granger," he started. "You know how smart I am. Ten years ago, you woke up from that Disparem charm and you told me about your two lives, and even though you changed everybody's name and tried not to be specific I figured out who everyone was before you had finished even telling me the story. Plus, you had already chosen to be with me, which made it that much easier. After all, why would you waste your time with me, if there was going to be some amazing guy in your future?"

Hermione was gob smacked. All this time, and he had known everything? "Why didn't you say anything?" She asked.

"Because I didn't think you wanted me to know, and a part of me didn't want to get my hopes up for things that may not have happened. I didn't want to be disappointed if in ten years we still only had three kids and not four."

"I see," Hermione said in understanding. "So how come you decided to let me know now?"

"Because it's over," he said. "We've passed the point of everything you saw. The future's as uncertain now as it's supposed to be."

"That's a little scary now that I think about it," Hermione said with a light laugh.

"Yeah, but we'll get through it together, like we always do."He kissed her on her temple and then let her head rest on his shoulder. "Thank you for choosing me," he said again as he toyed with her hair.

"I'll always choose you," Hermione said, knowing it to be true, and she wondered if he knew it too. "Remember my other life?" She asked him.

"The one with the cheating Ron?"

"Yes."

"What about it?" Draco groused, not really caring for a conversation about a life she had where she was married to someone else.

"I never told you what happened after I left him."

"Ah, yes. If I recall you were very vague about the whole end to that life, and I decided to not press for the details."

"Weren't you curious?"

"Of course I was, but if you didn't want to tell me, then so be it. I was satisfied enough with your, 'The next day I packed up mine and the kids things and left,' explanation. Besides, I was more intrigued by your life with me at the time, both in the present and the future. So what happened?"

"Well, the original plan was to get Ron to leave, but when he refused to, I decided I would leave. He didn't like that and so I had to stupefy him so the kids and I could leave. And then I drove off without having anywhere to go."

"Where were the Potters?"

"In Wales for some auror conference."

"What did you end up doing?"

"My daughter had the bright idea to go to your house," Hermione said, giggling at the memory.

"You went to my house?"

"Yeah, you actually had a date over, so it was a little awkward when I first showed up, but she left."

"You really went to my house?" Draco said again, still surprised.

"Yes. I was pretty much in love with you in both lives."

"Obviously," Draco said smugly.

"Hey, you're the one who was pining after a married woman. Homewrecker," Hermione teased.

"I think Weasley wrecked that home all on his own if you ask me. So what happened after that? Did we…?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows at his implied question.

"No," Hermione said, elbowing him for his remark. "That Draco was a gentleman."

"As someone who knows him pretty well, I can guarantee that as much as a gentleman he was being, that Draco wanted to rip your clothes off and take you on the floor."

"I can't believe you just said that in front of our baby."

"Like she has any idea what we're talking about," Draco laughed.

"Anyway, that was the last day I was there, so I'm not sure what would've happened after that. But I think it's safe to say you and I would've been together there as well."

"We're just meant to be Granger," Draco grinned. "But thank you for choosing the life with me where we didn't have to wait ten years to make it happen."

"It was clearly the better path," Hermione laughed.

"I'll always choose you too," Draco whispered as he kissed her forehead.

They both looked down at their sleeping daughter, the mark of decisions they had made, and their transition from things they knew, to things that they did not. From there on out they would have nothing to guide them through their coming days. All they had now was the gloriously blank uncertainty of the future.

A/N: And there it is! Thank you to those who have followed this story and decided it was worth reading. I have really appreciated all of your support and feedback as I went about creating it. I hope you enjoyed the journey Hermione took in deciding who to share her life with, and that the ending was worth your while.

Love,

Pink Ranger