“I always liked Beatrice,” she said.
“It’s perfect. Little Bea.” He looked sad.
“I missed the entire pregnancy,” she whispered and sniffed. “I’ll never get that back. And you’ve been here, going through everything alone?”
“It’s perfect. Little Bea.” He looked sad.
“I missed the entire pregnancy,” she whispered and sniffed. “I’ll never get that back. And you’ve been here, going through everything alone?”
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“You are a remarkably stupid witch. I love you. I love her. This is it for me. I’m sorry, that’s way too much, you don’t have to decide anything until you’re feeling better.”
He swallowed, then tried and failed to suppress a huge smile. He kissed her, gently, just once, on the mouth.
“And we made this life.” They looked at their beautiful, tiny daughter.
“A few hours ago, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Draco, Hermione, and Beatrice began their happily ever after.
FIN.
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