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Through the highest window overlooking a scene that was a little too familiar, that was like a warm memory tickling down her spine and flashing inside her veins, Hermione watched with nostalgia  every movement that happened below.

Her brilliant mind pondered over the never-ending subject of fate, of destiny, and how nothing that was going on could've happened if it wasn't for a Marriage Law that brought them all together more than fifteen years ago.

"Oi, oi!" Exiting the backdoor of the house, Angelo Zabini marched angrily to a couple a few yards away with two little figures following after his steps. "What do you think you're doing, mate?"

Furrowing his brows, Fred Weasley looked between the raging boy and the girl rolling her bright green eyes. "I was just helping—"

"Oh, I'm sure you were," Zabini snapped at him. But quickly sensing the daggers being thrown at him by the witch next to Weasley, Angelo turned his glare at her. "And you! Isn't there a room inside the bloody house that you can change in?"

"The zipper of my dress wasn't fully up, Angelo, and Fred was just helping me," Savanna hissed, crossing her arms over her chest as her brother snorted. "Besides, if I wanted to take off my dress and expose myself to Fred, I would do it somewhere more privately, don't you think?"

At that, both brother and boyfriend to Savanna looked equally taken aback.

"I...erm," Fred coughed, clearing his throat and taking a step back as Zabini's tanned cheeks started turning red from bubbled outraged.

"Are you running your manky fingers over my sister, Weasel?" Having the guts to take a step closer to the older boy, Zabini made sure Fred could see his fingers twitching to his pocket. "Because if you are, I will make sure—"

"Angelo, you dropped your wand in the dining room." Molly Weasley II marched over to him, twirling his wand between her fingers like it was a baton. "Got to be a little more careful, sweetie."

"Sweetie," Fred chuckled, repeating the little pet-name his cousin had just thrown at Zabini as they all forgot his previous tantrum. Which was ultimately good for him because he didn't need Zabini making a spectacle, especially since his Gran was hanging about somewhere. She'd already gone mental when someone had let it slip that Victoire and Teddy showered together (something that James and he had or hadn't made up the moment Lupin refused to share his Firewhiskey).

"Shut it," Zabini retorted, his fingers lacing themselves with Molly's. "I've overheard Savanna's gushy conversations about you — Pumpkinpop."

 Fred felt his ears turn red as he silenced himself instantly, throwing a complaining look at his girlfriend.

Just as she was about to make amends for herself — because she does remember acting like a head-over-heels witch when her Grandmother Chang asked her about her boyfriend — Savanna noticed her parents enter the garden, her mother looking especially infuriated.

"Oh, there you are."

"Here I am, Mummy!"

Narrowing her eyes at her son, Cho walked past him to the two small figures sitting on the grass half paying attention to the teenagers and half playing with the ladybugs on the blades of grass.

"Didn't I tell you to take care of him, Angelo?" Cho scowled, bending down and grabbing the boy and dusting him off.

At the frustration in his mother's eyes, Angelo hid behind his redheaded almost-girlfriend (they were dating at this point, Angelo wasn't sure if the relationship thing was for him. He really was a bachelor and needed to keep his options open—not that he'd tell Molly that. She would kill him). "Demi was taking care of him."

"She's three, Angelo!"

"And he's six, Mum!"

"And that's a custom-made suit!" Interrupting both wife and son, Blaise took out a silk handkerchief and bent down to the little dark-haired boy to clean him up further.  "Now, listen here, Garret. I don't know what rags your father had you wearing, but as an honorary member to the Zabini family I suggest you take better care of your clothing. We're constantly being photographed. We're like royalty here."

"Of course you are, Zabini." Walking from behind Blaise, George Weasley took a swig of his cup.  "And I'm the Queen of England."

"You keep drinking more of that, and you'll act like it later, Dad," Fred said disapprovingly at his father. "Mum warned you."

"Hush, boy." George rolled his eyes, turning back to the Zabini couple. "In all seriousness, that's a very generous thing you two did, taking in Goyle's little lad. Warms my heart."

Garret Goyle put his head down, a sad emotion passing through his chest at the mention of his father, adding to a confusion of why he wasn't with him. Before Garret could wonder why his mummy was gone, why his older sister was not around, Cho put her hand gently on top of his head. The little boy looked up at the woman and saw her smiling gently at him, inviting him to press against her side so she could hug him tenderly.

"He needs a family," said Cho sincerely.

Savanna and Angelo smiled, too, both staring at Garret with affection as their father nodded along in agreement with their mother.

"I've always wanted a son, you know. Someone to make me proud," added Blaise.

Angelo's smile wiped off. "Oi, I'm standing right here, Dad."

"Exactly," Blaise snapped at him in return as George and the other two Weasleys walked away from his family. "You're standing right there, Angie, and you didn't pull the boy away from the dirt? That's dragon-skin, that is! Hand-wash only, crippled-wizard made, one of a kind."

"Angie," Savanna snickered mockingly, picking up Demi Malfoy from the floor, who hadn't been watching the interaction seeing as she'd been far more interested with the little flying insects on the grass. "Come on, Dem, let's get you cleaned up before someone else throws a fuss."

Just as they took her away from her ladybug friend, Demi looked past Savanna's shoulder and waved her little palm up at the person looking out from the tallest window. A smile was on both their faces.

"—Oh, come on, just tell me, Pans."

Tearing his eyes away for a quick second as Savanna dragged his little sister up the staircase, asking the three year-old what's with her fascination with bugs, which then led to Dawn Thomas chasing after them, suggesting that perhaps Demi would end up a naturalist, Scorpius Malfoy leaned against the door frame of the living room. Mister Weasley stalked behind his wife, demanding an answer that Pansy had refused to give him for a month now.

"I said no, Ronald," Pansy retorted, spinning on her heels before her mother-in-law helped her onto the couch. "Now shut it before I curse you back four months when you did this to me."

Knitting his eyebrows, sharing a slightly disgusted look with Dean Thomas, the Chosen One cleared his throat to get his two-cents in. "Pansy?"

"What?" the latter snapped, throwing herself onto the open seat.

Deciding against his next comment, because he saw Scorpius eyeing all the adults carefully, Harry turned away from his best friend's wife and threw him a sympathetic look. 

"If you'd just tell me I'd have an idea of what to buy, Pans. Come on," Ron begged again, remaining determined. "Besides, you told Ginny! That doesn't make it a secret, it's just cruel now."

"Yeah, but she likes me." Snickering as she entered the living room looking smug, Mrs. Potter released the hand of her youngest child. She held Lily still  for a second to  adjust the bow on her head.

Ron frowned. "Well, she liked me when I helped put that baby in her belly."

"That's precisely why she doesn't like you now, Ron," Ginny replied, shrugging. "You're the reason why she'll end up putting on twenty pounds and breast-feeding for a few months. All that will require a nasty-tasting potion to get rid of the extra hormones and weight once the baby can feed regularly."

Pansy scowled harder from her seat, her mother-in-law patting her shoulder gently. If anyone knew about the downside of baring children it'd be Molly Weasley I. She brought seven to the world, after all. "I have a double-chin, now, Weasley. Parkinsons do not get fat! This is all your fault!"

"All your fault," Ginny repeated to her brother, smiling as Lily wormed her way out of her hold.

Before his niece escaped up the staircase and away from the torture that was being a girl, Ron managed to pull off the bow that'd taken Ginny ages to perfect on Lily's red hair.

"I just want to prepare here, that's all," he explained, frowning again. "If it's a boy, I will be thrilled. Maybe I can get things right because all of you know how bizarre Peyton is—"

"My son is not bizarre," Pansy hissed.

Ron rolled his eyes at that because, honestly, who knew anything about what Peyton did? "Or if it happened to be a girl, I'm going to need time to adjust to that, too. You know how hard it has been for me."

Just as Ron trailed off, his eyes flickered to the door where Scorpius leaned against. There was definitely a grudging dislike in the man's gaze. 

Scorpius smirked, not able to help himself. It was just going to take longer now for Mister Weasley to accept him, especially since the day he found out the truth.....

'Ron, no. Your niece is here, stop it.'

Peeking an eye through the thin crack left open by her bedroom door, Rose watched carefully as her mother slapped her father's hands away from her waist.

'Oh, who cares! I'm sure Lily has seen worse things,' Ron scoffed. 'Besides, she's with Peyton and Luna's daughter, what's-her-name. They'll be entertained for hours.'

Being able to see the shake of head her mother gave, Rose stood silent as the woman spoke again. 'Fine, but you've to come with me to visit my parents. I'm telling my mother about my unexpected, but blessed pregnancy to the Blood-Traitor they've yet to accept after sixteen years of marriage.'

Taking a step back from his wife, Ron looked down at the watch his mother had given him years back. 'Oh, well, thanks for the offer, Pans, but I've got a meeting at the Ministry in a few hours. Can't miss it, can I? Duty calls. I'm sorry, love.'

As her mother cursed her father, the two heading down the hall and away from her room, Rose closed the door quietly.

'That can only lead to disaster,' she muttered.

A taunting chuckle broke behind her.

Rose crossed her arms over her chest, frowning as she turned away from the door. 'You could've just said you were coming over, you know? You didn't have to use Lily and Dawn to sneak your way in.'

Sitting on the chair of her vanity, Scorpius  grinned devilishly back at her comment. 'Where's the thrill in that, Weasley?'

Rose rolled her eyes, her back still pressed on the surface of her door.

'What?' His smirk disappeared, frowning at the girl. 'What did I do now?'

'I wouldn't have enough time to explain that to you, Malfoy.'

 'Whatever,' Scorpius scoffed as she walked to her bed, sitting herself at the edge of it.

'You know, if we just told him we're together then this wouldn't be a problem,' Rose said after a few moments of silence. 'Call me a goody-too-shoes and all, but I don't really like lying to my parents.'

Spinning slowly in the chair, just to get a better look at Rose, Scorpius remained solemn. 'Telling your father is not the best idea, Weasley. He'd go mental and make a scene out of it, you know that.' She frowned at his comment. 'Besides, we're not even together. We are dating.'

Rose glared full-on, her freckly face turning a shade of vibrant red like the color of her hair.

Rolling his eyes again, this time to himself rather than at her, because he was just never going to get this thing right, Scorpius picked himself off from her chair. 'All right, how about we tell your mum, yeah? That way her parents can ease up on her about having another child with 'Blood Traitor Weasley.' Mind you, I am a Malfoy.'

'You're a half-blood, git,' Rose snapped, scooting a little to the left to make room for him next to her. 'Just forget it,' she sighed, crossing her arms again.

Scorpius grimaced despite his nature to always remain cool and indifferent.

Just looking at her tapping her foot, her arms crossed in annoyance, her beautiful face holding irritation that did not suit her, Scorpius couldn't help but to feel a little bad. Well, more than he would've wanted. He did like her after all — well liked her more than what he would've wanted. 

So grunting to himself, Scorpius reached for Rose's hand, uncrossing her arms. And with a swift but soft trace of his thumb over her knuckles, he whispered, 'When the right moment comes, we'll tell both of our families. Promise.'

Rose stopped tapping her foot, turning in a small angle to raise her eyebrow at him.

Scorpius grinned a little at the stubbornness on her face. 'I'll tell them you're my girlfriend and that I love you.'

Letting the scowl on her face dissolve into a smug smile, Rose squeezed Scorpius' hand in return. Her heart pounded inside her chest like a magicked drum. 'That wasn't so hard, was it?'

Malfoy frowned, his grin withering. 'Don't get cocky with me, Weasley.'

She laughed happily, pushing him on his back as she jumped onto him; a glee so immense ran through her bloodstream at the close encounter. She'd been dreaming forever to be so close with Scorpius, to have him hold her, to have him love her, and to have him kiss her. And wanting that glorious sensation of his passionate lips, Rose leaned herself closer to him, capturing his mouth with hers to have their lips move together.

'Guess what, Rosie? You're going for tea at your Grandmother Parkinson's—' And just before the rest of the sentence could be completed, just before Scorpius could clutch onto Rose's waist, just before Rose could snake her fingers through Scorpius' hair, the door to her bedroom banged open. In came a redheaded man that looked like he'd just stumbled on the Dark Lord having a romantic date with Dumbledore.

'Dad!' Rose squeaked, rolling off Malfoy's body and landing on the floor from her sudden shock.

Ron Weasley gaped, a vein pulsing at the side of his forehead as his face started growing redder and redder. ' You — Malfoy — Him — Rosie, no!'

'Well, I'll excuse myself now,' Scorpius cleared his throat, standing up from Rose's bed and adjusting his clothes casually. 'The Floo is downstairs, right?'

Ron opened his mouth, incoherent blabber coming out as he watched shockingly as the Malfoy boy helped his daughter off the floor and then dared to give her a peck. (A peck! On the mouth!)

He was about to pass the gaping man, but Scorpius stopped for a quick second before slithering his way out of the bedroom. 'Oh, and before your daughter murders me via letter later, I think you ought to know that we're together now, Mister Weasley.'

The man's eyes practically popped out.

Scorpius smirked at the sight, feeling accomplished as Rose grinned....

"What's going on?" Rose appeared.

Feeling a jitter of electrical currents racing the surface of his skin at her proximity, Scorpius tried to cover them up by shrugging indifferently. "He wants to know the gender of your future sibling."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Wait and see until he finds out, it's going to be hysterical," she told him, both of them lacing their fingers and heading away from the living room.

As they were making their way out the backdoor, Scorpius smacked the back of a brunette's head.

"Oi, mate, seriously?"

Malfoy chuckled as he continued to walk with his girlfriend. "Sorry, there was a fly on the beast."

Glaring, Ariana's hand made move to the wand tucked beneath the cloth of her dress.

"Ana—Ana, no." Quick on his reflexes, Al Potter yanked the wand away. "No magic, remember?"

Ariana puffed out angry air through her pursed lips, glaring with all her might at her brother a few yards away. "I can't wait to go back to Hogwarts. My revenge will be beautiful, Potter, mark my words."

Al laughed a little hesitantly, knowing that the girl wasn't attempting to be funny and that a war would break out once they returned for their Fourth Year at Hogwarts. "Can't you take it easy on him? He does have a girlfriend now, maybe he'll ease up."

"Maybe I can just blow his brains out," Ariana returned, "then Ron will be forever thankful and I wouldn't get arrested."

Shaking his head at the fury Ariana had, Al sighed as he grabbed her hand. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Hand her over to me—" James smirked grandly at his brother and his ex-girlfriend. "It won't be a big shock or anything, you know, since I've snogged her and all."

Ariana rolled her eyes and Al glared, his green eyes popping out in anger.

"Well, it's true, isn't it?" James continued, fixing the sleeves of his shirt casually. "At a point, little Al, Ana was very happy with me. So much that she frenched me." His brown eyes now glittered with that leer. "You don't know what that is, do you? Well, one time when Ana and I were kissing she—"

Smack.

"Oi!" Looking bewildered from the sudden hit he got beside the head, James and the two other kids found Ginny Potter standing with her arms crossed, frowning at her oldest son. "Are you mental, woman? That's abuse!"

"Go to the yard, James. Now," Mrs. Potter snapped, pointing a finger to the backdoor of the house. 

"I wasn't doing anything!" James protested as his mother kept pushing him away.

Sighing to herself, because she could feel Al shaking with fury in his stance, Ariana pulled her hand away from his so she could cross her arms. "I've only kissed him twice, that's it. There was no...nothing."

Al still glared, not really at her, not really at James at that point, but because he'd been a stupid boy all that year. How could he have let himself lose her for a bit, and to his brother for that matter?

At the silence the boy was still in, Ariana felt a little pang of guilt and of panic. She never meant to hurt him, she'd just been lost and confused. He knew better than anyone how rubbish she was with the emotions-thing, she didn't know where she was half of the time.

"Al?" She decided to take a leap, because she never wanted him to feel like she was a monster.

"Yeah?" he mumbled, not really looking at her.

"I," she took a breath, "I...I love...I..."

Like the last two minutes with his brother didn't happen, Al looked up at his girlfriend with a glowing smile and a small flush on his cheeks. "I love you too, Ana," he said brightly, reaching for her hand again.

"You didn't let me finish," Ariana Malfoy protested, frowning as she let him take her hand. "I was almost there."

With nothing said, because that attempt was worth it, Al just kissed the back of her palm and led her to the backdoor.

X

Hermione could hear the soft murmur of whispers and the gentle sounds of a harp coming from the level below. She could hear it as she stood at the top of the staircase, breathing in and out, her body at peace but her heart thumping like she'd just ran a marathon.

This was it—once again.

"All right," and from the bottom of that staircase, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley stood, looking up, "ready?"

Hermione nodded her head, taking the first step with a deep breath.

It was ironic how things repeated themselves, challenges and lessons. If they had learn the first time around, if they would have paid attention to the signs, then they would have never questioned Fate. Members of Golden Trio ,specifically, knew about ending right back at the start of things. And that's exactly where Hermione was, at the beginning of the adventure she had taken years ago.

Peeking his head out the backdoor, Ron turned to his best friends with a smile. "Let's do this."

Harry laced his arm through Hermione's, waiting for his brother-in-law to hurry and take the other. Once he did, the three were chained, a symbol of how they've been kept together for so long. The three smiled at each other, taking a breath together as they headed for the backdoor.

In the backyard of the Malfoy home, a section of chairs with guests was split through the middle by a cement pathway for the occasion. All the people in attendance were friends and family, every one important to the story. Some smiled and others cried—especially a hormone-driven Pansy and a sentimental Blaise—as they all turned to see Harry and Ron leading Hermione Malfoy to a majestic tree at the end of the aisle.

In the front, waiting with a sense of repetition, but with new twists, was Ginny Potter, still a fiery redhead, Luna Thomas, eccentric and dreamy as always, and Pansy Weasley with her pregnant belly showcased by her blush bridesmaid dress.

On the other side of the women stood Blaise Zabini, handsome as ever with his fine suit and bright emerald eyes. Next to the best man, no longer a wobbling child like the first time around, was Teddy Lupin. He elbowed Blaise in the ribs for the scene he was making.

In the middle of the familiar scene, Draco Malfoy stood solemn and firm, looking magnificent in his attire as he waited for Potter and Weasley to bring to him what was already his; what he loved much more than his own life.

Arriving after what seemed like forever to the arch and canopy serving as an alter, Harry and Ron both detached themselves from their best friend, both giving her a small kiss on opposite sides of her cheeks before heading for the groom's side to stand next to Zabini and Teddy.

"Dearly beloved," and it began as Hermione and Draco smiled at each other, gazing into their eyes before turning to the man awaiting to start the ceremony, "we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony once again. They are here to relive and reestablish their vows of their marriage, of their love, and of God as they intake their promises to one another once more."

Hermione squeezed Draco's hand as the muggle priest continued on. She couldn't believe they were here again, renewing their vows, their bond —the muggle way. It honored that part of Hermione that'd kept her from Draco, that had been Draco's hatred and disgust years before, and that now was a very true part to the marriage they had for fifteen years; a legacy of muggle-blood that now ran in the veins of their kids. Half-bloods, all three of them.

"I, Draco Malfoy," ripped away from her little smug thought, Hermione was now looking deep into her husband's silver eyes as he spoke, "retake you, Hermione, to continue living by my side, to continue loving you like I have for the past sixteen years, to continue rebuilding the family we have already created, to continue growing old with one another, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part."

 Hermione teared up as she looked at  her husband and the fact that he'd taken the vows said by a muggle man to his muggle wife; pride and love in his voice as he said them. "I love you, Draco Malfoy," she took her spin on things, "and I'm happy and forever blessed that we're here again, standing before our friends and family, showing that we are stronger than what they gave us credit for. That our love is strong, that we were meant to be, and that not even death or disaster could ever take that away." A tear slipped out. "We have three beautiful children, a life I couldn't have dreamt up, and I am happy because I have it all with you."

As Draco stared lovingly at his wife, Blaise broke out into tears in the background, supporting himself up by Ron's shoulders as he cried into him. "So beautiful!"

"By the exchange of vows," the Priest spoke again, "you have proclaimed and affirmed your intentions to enter into a sacred union once more. In recognition of the above, and as a Priest of the Church and in accordance with the laws and statutes of Great Britain, I now declare you Husband and Wife, and your bonds strengthen once more in the eyes of God."

Without allowing the priest to say, "You may kiss your Bride," Draco went forward and hurriedly pressed his lips to his wife's, savoring the moment like it was the first time. He held her to him, like he has done plenty of times before, but his heart still  beat the way it always had when he first acknowledged that he was in love with her. A sensation he knows he will continue to feel until the day he departs the world. Because this was where heaven was, with her and all her glory.

A loud round of claps began, more children than there was in the first wedding, aside from Teddy and Victoire who were now adults, cheered and hooted, smiled and laughed.

"Embarrassing," Ariana and Scorpius mumbled at the same time, putting their heads down and hiding their matching silver eyes from the guests and the priest who stared wide-eyed at the commotion exploding.

Through that laughter and cheers, of love and happiness, Demi Malfoy turned her  attention away from her parents kissing in the middle of the canopy as she sat on her Grandmother Narcissa's lap. She saw something, something there in a fusion of thick fog at the edge of the bushes that separated her home from the neighbors'.

There was a huddle of people, ones she recognized from a dream, from a place she had visited for a long time.

'How do you like that,' a redhead spoke, standing with an arm draped over a pink-haired woman's shoulder, 'Malfoy and Hermione, remarried under muggle-law. That's inspiring, mates. Someone should write a book about it.'

'You're ruining the moment, Fred.' Tonks gave him a shove with her elbow, scoffing as she moved to stand beside two men watching the re-wedding. 'Look at our Teddy, Remus,' she spoke in a sweet whisper, her eyes focused on the blue-haired bloke in the other dimension talking animatedly with Victoire, who was hugging him. 'He's beautiful.'

'He looks like you, Moony,' with a chuckle, Sirius Black looked at his best friend who remained solemn, 'though, he gets his attitude from my lovely cousin, I see.'

Tonks rolled her purple  gaze. 'I'll take that as a compliment,' she said, her eyes moving from her son as she spotted Andromeda Tonks, her mother, chatting away with Molly Weasley in a row of seats.

"Oh, no!" Spotting Ariana reaching for her wand, the Priest raising his eyebrow as the girl pointed it at her brother, Narcissa Malfoy placed Demi on the ground. "Wait here, darling." And she got up with her parental expression on, heading for her eldest grandchildren.

Demi wobbled her way to the bushes, smiling as she waved a palm at the unexpected guests.

'Oi, looking snazzy with your dress, Dem,' Fred spoke as soon as he spotted the little girl. "Though I think you should roll around in mud to make it better. I'm sure your mother will adore it.'

Demi rolled her brown eyes and stopped in front of a blond man standing aside from the group, looking firm and tall in his foggy-presence. "Granddad."

Uncrossing his arms as he looked away from the scene yards away,  where Hermione and Narcissa tried to calm Ariana and Draco scolded Scorpius for aggravating her, all while Harry Potter tried to hurry the Priest out, Lucius Malfoy blinked his silver eyes down at his granddaughter.

'Dem Dem.'

Before Demi could open her mouth and say something else to her grandfather, to the people she knew but everyone told her they were gone, a pair of arms picked Demi from the ground.

 "She's bloody insane," Teddy Lupin hissed to the little girl in a mumble as he managed to get away from Victoire. "I knew Draco and Hermione shouldn't have invited her to this damn thing. Now she's going to be expecting a ring, and I'm too young for that!"

Turning away from the bushes where the people stood in their white and airy essence, over Teddy's shoulder Demi waved at the presence of Tonks, Remus, Fred, Sirius, and Lucius. It wasn't a wave goodbye because she knew, even at such a young age, that they'll always be there, following and visiting their loved ones even though no one could see them. Well, no one but her.

But that was okay. They got to see that the people they left behind were happy, were living, and were making the best of the life they were ripped away from someway and somehow. Even if  times got hard, they all stood together; mighty and tall like a family should. In the end, no matter how tough the day was, in the night it was always a simple kind of life.

Just as the others were beginning to disappear, Fred turned to Tonks who stayed an extra second to stare at Teddy and said, 'Oi, does Ron look fat to you?'

And the rest was left to the living.