Blind - drarry

Epilogue

Published: December 25, 2020

Updated: September 30, 2021

Almost four years later....

"Time to get up!" Draco called.

"Mmmph," Harry groaned.

"You don't need to be late, again."

"Hermione won't care."

"You should set the example being the Head Auror and all."

"Shut up. Where's breakfast?" Harry grunted from the mattress.

"Downstairs, princess. I know you'll go back to sleep if I leave you up here with it," Draco huffed.

Harry laughed. "You know me too well, my husband. Do we have enough time for a shower?"

It still thrilled Draco to hear him stay it. Three days after that Christmas, they had married. Harry said he couldn't wait another day longer. The ruling be damned. He had everyone portkey to France for the ceremony, so Blaise and Theo could be there.

"No, I let you sleep in. I will not be late for my job."

"Picky, picky," Harry said, but got up and changed via wand.

Draco huffed and went downstairs. Laelaps was at his side, maybe assisting him, maybe interested in food. Harry wasn't good at training him. He just enjoyed petting and riling him up. But the krup went with them when they went to Diagon. Murtagh loved petting him. Draco often tried to leave him money or food, but the Scot declined. He had all he needed and explained that he was wanted for aggravated assault of a law enforcement officer.

He said that wanker had tried to attack Ralphie, and he cracked his head open. No, they were staying there. He tried to dissuade him from coming, but Draco stopped by every other weekend. Murtagh admitted that he knew that Draco was from the other side of the bridge, but no one was likely to believe his tales of strange blokes in robes that don't know what electricity is.. Draco didn't Obliviate him and never would.

Harry came down a few minutes later. "Pancakes! Don't know how you can make pancakes blind, though."

"I have skills."

"A particular set of skills?"

"Shut up. I have to go. See you for dinner," Draco said, kissing him.

"No lunch?" Harry pouted.

"Sorry, honey. Blaise and Theo wanted to have lunch. Goyle is coming up, too."

"Really? How's he doing?"

"He actually is a bouncer at a muggle bar. Says he never really understood magic."

"Huh... alright, enjoy lunch with your friends. I'll feed Laelops."

"Only a cup Harry!"

"Sure, love." But Draco didn't believe him. Harry spoiled the dog rotten.

Draco walked to the front door with his bag and stick. It wasn't always necessary, but the hallways got crowded. He had first brought Laelaps with him, but the dog hated Apparating, and Draco wasn't going to take the Knight Bus every day. After the first week, he had figured out his routes easy enough, and the dog stayed home. Hermione had also figured out a sensory spell that would help him locate objects, but it was a constant spell to cast and caused a headache if he used it for too long.

He turned when he stepped outside and Apparated to his spot at the front gates. He had never gotten comfortable walking blind into a floo, so he always had to arrive early to walk across the grounds. It took several minutes to make his way to the front entrance. Three years had gone by, and he still couldn't believe his luck. The laws were repealed, his money restored to him and reputation, and Professor McGonagall had summoned him to Hogwarts to finish his NEWTs. She had the testers modify the exams to Braille, and he passed them all orally or by casting the spells.

Much to his surprise, she offered him an assistant professor post under Slughorn. Harry had to convince him to try, as he knew it would take a lot of work. He apprenticed under Slughorn for a full year, learning how to judge potions by smell, taste and touch alone. It was trying, but his nose was finely tuned to what potions should be. After a year of understudying, he started teaching first and second years Potions, and Horace taught the ones higher. This year he also was teaching third and fourth years.

Draco couldn't thank the headmistress or Slughorn enough for the chance, and so far, it had been going along swimmingly. Half his students didn't believe he was actually blind, since he neglected to tell them about his Sensory Charms or his ability to sniff out bad potions and disruptive students. He kept them on their toes, that was for sure.

But he burst into the classroom, and the talk idled down. He had to remember voices to names, and it was one of his hardest tasks.

"Good morning, class. If you haven't done so, please put your essays on Wolfsbane on my desk, and here is the potion we will be practicing today! Shrinking Solution. You should have read up on it before today. Any questions?"

"I forgot my book!"

"That's not a question, Mr. Walkins. Ten points from Gryffindor for forgetting your book. Share with Miss Simmons."

"Yeah! Take that Gryffindors!"

"Mr. Hastings. I've warned you not to change your seat," Draco growled, as it was hard enough to keep track of them by their voices alone.

"Oh, I brought this one over here, Professor."

Draco glared at him until he slid his chair to the back row. "Ten points from Slytherin. Don't be a braggart either, Hastings. Now, get started."

His second years went into a flurry of activity. The Slytherin students tended to treat him as a legend but occasionally tested him. He was determined to help ease the tensions between the two houses. He didn't pick favorites, nor allowed the rivalry to thrive in his classroom. But he let the students brew on their own, with a nurturing spirit that Snape had denied his classes. He showed them how to peel a shrivelfig and how to slice and cut their ingredients.

"Orange, Mr. Benson?"

"I'm sorry, sir!" shrieked the young boy.

"How does he know it's orange?" whispered Danny Wood, a Gryffindor.

"A little bird told me. Mr. Benson... do you like herbology?"

"I love it, sir!"

"I'll warn Professor Longbottom to look out for his job in a few years, then. Miss Asylum? Would you please help Mr. Benson fix his potion?"

"Umm... yes, sir," muttered the Slytherin, who was best in the class. She didn't dare refuse him, and he was determined to help prevent mistakes of the past.

Near the end of class, a bright light flashed in the room, and Draco blinked, dazed a bit, but didn't hear an explosion or a crack. The room seemed brighter, but nothing else seemed amiss.

"Alright, who did that?"

"Did what, professor?" asked a few students.

He didn't bother to ask again. This sort of teasing behavior was usually done only in Slughorn's upper classes, where he served as an apprentice. One of the other reasons that McGonagall started him at the lower grades was that the children would respect him rather than play practical jokes on him. She had suggested that he needed a student aide a few times, but he was determined to do this by himself. He put the sensory spell on and saw no one doing anything suspicious.

"Alright, class. Flask a sample of your solution and put it on my desk. Be careful now. You don't want to turn into a baby." Thankfully, as second years, he had already trained them on being careful with potions. "Good work, everyone. Please write an essay on each step and how the potion changed and why."

The class started to exit when he went over Benson's now green potion. "Excellent, Mr. Benson. Miss Asylum, I'm impressed that you managed to turn it around. Ten points to Slytherin."

"Thank you, sir," she said and left with the others.

"Mr. Benson, I want you to know that you won't always get help to recover your potion. It's imperative not to skip steps. This potion you could fix. Others are very specific and will explode if you add the wrong ingredient into it, at the wrong time."

"I'm sorry, I just am nervous..." he mumbled.

"Nervous?" he prompted. Benson had done well his first year, but it was already November, and he had become accident-prone and distant.

"During the summer, my mum found out that you are teaching. She said that you were a... Death Eater," he said, only whispering the last two words.

A chill went through his body. Not everyone was won over by his tell-all in the Quibbler and had written a few nasty letters to him, and Harry, for marrying him. He crouched down to Benson's level.

"Dylan, I'm not going to explain all the dark things about my past to you. You're not old enough to really understand the war. But I can tell you that I didn't want to be in it. I was only a child, not much older than you when I was forced to join. They hurt me and threatened to kill my mother."

"They did?"

"Yes, Dylan. It sounds like you love your mother."

"Yes, I do!"

"Would you do anything to save her?"

Benson nodded, so his sensory charm told him.

"I hated joining the bad guys, but I did help a little. I saved Harry Potter. You know who he is, right?"

"My mum said that he saved us all."

"That's right, and I married him."

"Oh... right... that's why..." Benson said, as he though he just figured it out. "The Chosen One trusts you?"

"He does, very much so. I'm not going to say that your mother is wrong to hate me, but I want to make up for the bad things I've done. I promise that I will never hurt you, Dylan."

"I like you. You were my favorite professor, but my mum was so upset," he whispered.

"She has every right to be. Not everyone accepted my apology for what I did."

Dylan stuttered, "Is t-that w-why you're b-blind?"

"I guess you could say that. A Death Eater cursed me because I had helped Harry during the war."

"No! But it can be lifted with a counter curse!"

"Not all curses can be, Mr. Benson, but I suggest you get on to your next class."

"Okay, Professor Potter!" he said, and left.

Draco smirked proudly at his new name. He was Draco Malfoy no more. His third-year students came next and were easy to deal with. They had him last year, too, but he blinked a few times. Whatever his second years had done to lighten the room up, he had no idea.

At lunch, he had walked down to Hogsmeade. Theo met him halfway and guided him to the restaurant that they had built and run. Higher-end dining compared to Hog's Head and the three broomsticks. They also built a whole street of houses, doubling the size of the wizarding community. They were well-respected in the town and were now the unofficial leaders of the booming city. With their mediation, Draco was able to apologize properly to Madam Rosmerta, who accepted it.

"There's Draco!" Blaise called as they entered.

"He's so cute!" Greg said, hopefully baby-talking the small toddler in his arms. Greg loved to hold him.

"He is," Draco said, finding a chair and lifting his sensory charm so he didn't get a headache.

Blaise and Theo had adopted the two-year-old muggle-born, whose parents had been killed in a car accident, but he had miraculously survived. The Ministry's new mission was to find muggleborn wizards and witches at a younger age to prepare their parents beforehand and, in rare cases, raise them in a wizard or witch foster home. It was one of the programs Harry had helped set up. No more Voldemorts would happen under his watch.

Theo and Blaise renamed him Luca Draco Zabini-Nott, and Draco couldn't be prouder to be his godfather. Harry had talked to him over the years about adopting, or taking up Luna and Ginny on their offer to be surrogates. Luna already had a daughter with Ginny, named Helia. George had provided the sperm to impregnate Luna's egg as Ginny wanted some of her family in the beautiful girl, who was delightful to be around.

Harry wanted to have another child as Ted, who was almost seven now, lived with them. Ted wanted a younger sibling, as well. Draco was the hold-out. Mostly, he was afraid of his inability to care for a small child properly. Harry had even suggested using his sperm for the procedure, but Draco ended that suggestion there. There was no way to know that the curse wouldn't go to the child as well. He would never risk that. But Harry was wearing him about having a child, especially since Ron and Hermione were talking about finally having kids.

"How's school going?" Greg asked, still goggling the child.

"My second years played some kind of trick on me, but I'm not sure what."

"Sucks. Put them all in detention."

"Yeah, I just ignored it. It's better not to encourage them to do more things," Draco muttered, though he was a bit out of sort about Benson's mother.

"The usual, today, Dray?" Blaise asked, as he walked toward the kitchen.

"Sure, thanks."

"Want to hold him?" Greg offered.

"Absolutely," he said, and Greg carefully placed the cooing child in his arms. "Hey, Luca, it's your uncle Draco."

He laughed and kissed his cheek. "Unca Dray!"

"Yes, I am, little one. Are you being a good boy for your dads?"

"Yea! I want dragon!"

"Is your dragon here?" Draco said, referring to the toy he had gotten for him.

"Of course," Theo said and brought it over. "So... are you and Harry still considering having a child?"

Draco nodded. "Maybe I should. He really wants one and has been pretty down since Halloween a few nights ago."

"You don't want a drooling, gibbering, pooping machine of your own?" Blaise said, setting a bowl down in front of him and a few other plates around the table.

Luca laughed hard. "Poopy!"

"I'm sure, right when we are about to eat, too!" Theo laughed and picked him up to change him.

"That's the part I worry about. I won't be able to see that...."

"Draco, you can vanish the messes and freshen the diapers via a wand. Even apply the diaper cream. You can make two-hundred potions without seeing... and you don't think you can't handle a child?" Blaise said, pointedly.

"Has Harry been chirping in your ear?" he growled, suddenly suspicious.

"Sure. He wanted to know how to convince you. Ted is gone half the time at his Gran's."

"And that's going to change when we have another child? Harry and I work full time."

"You have us, and plenty of other babysitters, Dray," Blaise said.

"See! All clean! Now eat your lunch, Luca. You too, Draco," Theo said in his child-talking voice.

"Shut it," he muttered, but started eating his simple leek soup that he enjoyed. Harry often came down with him when he had a long lunch break from solving crimes. Thankfully, crime had dropped in the wizarding world since he took over the Auror department.

After they finished chit-chatting and insulting each other, Draco bid his friends and godson goodbye and went back to school for his apprenticeship hours with Slughorn. He still had fifth-and-sixth-year potions to become an expert on. He brewed a Forgetfulness Potion, himself today and then walked with Slughorn to go over each of the student's cauldrons to see how they did or what they missed. He learned how to test it without sight indicators and offered Slughorn an analysis of each one and how to improve it, if possible.

They had a great routine that even the students understood, as he had been doing this for a few years. Horace enjoyed working with him and was ready to retire, again. He wanted someone he could trust to take over and pushed a few dinner invites on him to get Harry to come. Horace was ever the star-stroker, but Draco owed the old professor his career. He buttered Harry up and got him to go to a few school parties.

Harry didn't need much convincing. He supported Draco in everything. Harry always put him first in their relationship, which Draco knew was unearned, but it was Harry. His husband needed him to be happy, so he could be happy. The fits of depression never came back. Harry only drank with him at dinner, which Draco took a considerable amount of time to get him to understand wine qualities. Once in a great while, he went out to the pub with his mates, but he was usually the DDA, Designated-Drunk-Apparator.

Draco arrived home first and got dinner going. Laelaps was more content with getting his attention than guiding him. Of course, when Teddy was here, he wanted to spend all his time with him. That was fine, too. He heard the floo go and went to the den.

"Papa!" Teddy cried and ran to his arms. He lifted Teddy up and kissed him. Laelaps jumped up on his leg to greet Teddy, too.

"There's my boy! Where you good for your grandmums last night?"

"Very good, Grandmum Andy read him "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot" last night, and he went right to sleep," his mother said.

"Hey, mum," he said and hugged and kissed her with Teddy in between them.

"There's my beautiful boy's smile," she said, and Draco rolled his eyes.

Harry had gotten his mother an early release with modified house arrest for five years. She was glad to take it, though she was only allowed to go to their house, the Burrow and Aunt Andy's house, where she lived. They took Ted during the day, and a few overnight stays during the week. Tomorrow, it was Grandmum Molly's turn to babysit and then they had him all weekend.

"Papa? Where's daddy?" Teddy asked.

"He'll be home shortly, Ted-Ted. Thanks, mum. Are you going to stay or...?"

"No, I got to help Andy with dinner, too. She's ten years older than me, you know... unless you want help with dinner?" she asked. Breaking her habit of trying to help him constantly do things had been a challenge. She had been horrified that he was going to be blind forever.

"No, thanks, mum. Just stew tonight."

"Alright, Draco," she said and kissed him. "Say hi to Harry for me."

"I will," he said, as she disappeared into the floo. "Well, little tyke, you want to play or help me make dinner?"

"I want to play with my centaurs!"

"Alright... but make sure you put them away. Da-da will get mad at you if you don't."

"Okay, Papa!" he said and ran off to the den. Walking in the room had become hazardous for his feet.

He cut the meat, potatoes and vegetables, and they went into the pot. Kreacher did go back to Hogwarts to oversee the transition of the Wages and Standards of House Elves Act that Hermione had put through, with pay, limited hours, days off and prohibitions on self-harm and outright abuse. However, when Kreacher had his time off, he came home and demanded the right to cook dinner.

Crack! announced Harry's arrival. Only he could Apparate through the wards. "Teddy!"

"Daddy!" Teddy said, and he abandoned his toys to run over to him. "I missed you, daddy!"

"I missed you too! Did you have fun at Grandma's house?"

"Yep, we played in the mud!"

"Mud? Really? Well, you look clean... maybe we should give you a bath just to make sure."

"No!" Teddy yelled and dropped out of Harry's arm and ran upstairs to his room with Laelaps following him. He had moved into Draco's old one. "No bath!" he shouted as he slammed the door.

"Well, that got rid of him," Harry chuckled and made his way over to Draco. "Now, I can properly greet by hard-working husband... who makes me breakfast and dinner in the same day."

Harry hugged and snogged him as he mumbled, "You do work later."

"That's no excuse. I'm supposed to be pampering you," Harry whispered, as he necked him. "How about a nice rub down in the bath after Teddy falls asleep?"

"That sounds amazing."

Harry sucked on his neck for a long time and then asked, "How was your lunch?"

Draco sighed, "Going to my mates to fight your case?"

"I'm sorry, I wanted advice on how to convince you. I wasn't trying...."

"Well, it worked."

"It did?!" Harry gasped.

"I've been thinking about it more, and I think we can do it. I know my mum will be ecstatic."

"So will Molly... you're sure? You're really sure?" Harry nearly shrieked.

"I want us to have a big family. You want more kids and I'm okay with that. I love Teddy, but we'll have to make sure that he doesn't feel neglected."

"I won't be!" Ted yelled down from the stairs.

"Ted!" Harry chastised. "You shouldn't eavesdrop!"

"Like you're one to talk," Draco whispered.

"Hey!"

Teddy came down the steps and hugged his leg. "Please, papa? I want a little bro or sis!"

"I said yes... if Harry and Luna want to do it."

Harry kissed him full on the lips. "I love you, Draco!"

"Eww!" Teddy yelled and ran back up to his room.

"Think of all the times we're going to embarrass him when he's older," Harry chuckled.

"I hope so..." Draco laughed. "You want another boy? Or a girl?"

"I don't care what gender they are. But I was thinking that we can name them after the stars, like Scorpio... or Lyra."

"And give our child a weird name like mine?"

"You love your name, Draco... my dragon."

Draco smiled, but asked, "You don't want to name them after your parents?"

"You're my family and there is their middle name."

"Scorpio James Potter? Lyra Lily Potter? Hmm, my mother might get jealous, as well as our mates."

"Maybe we need a few, just to cover all the bases," Harry whispered and Draco smiled.

"Let's see if we can handle one drooling, gibbering, poop machine as Blaise put it."

Harry laughed. "Okay... but if it works...."

"If we get through it, we can have as many as you want."

"Really?" Harry gasped.

"Yes... we can beat grandmum Weasley."

"Oh, Draco! I love you!" Harry said and kissed him again.

Draco broke it to stir the stew, and Harry came up from behind, wrapped his arms around his stomach and put his head on his shoulder.

"Draco, I don't want to bring you down, but would you consider making their last names... Malfoy-Potter?"

Draco tightened up. "But they won't be, they'll just be yours, and that name is cursed."

"Draco, you could contribute...."

"No. You heard what happened to Astoria, right? Blood malediction comes from unresolved curses and then having kids. No, Harry. I couldn't do this to a child."

Harry sighed and kissed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Draco."

"I am, too. You know that I don't even know what Ted looks like? Or my godson? That's what I'm going to miss out on."

"Do you still want to do it?"

"Yes, Harry. I felt happy holding Luca, today. I've always wanted to be a father."

"Me, too," Harry said.

Draco sighed and rubbed his eyes. Whatever those second years had done, was still bugging him. Maybe he'll stop by Madam Pomfrey tomorrow.

"Alright... just has to simmer for an hour or so."

"I know."

"I'm going to the den to read some essays," Draco said.

"Want me to do the spell?"

"Nah, why don't you go change and play with Ted for a bit."

"Alright," Harry said and went upstairs.

Draco spelled the parchment rolls into Braille and "read" them. After he checked them, he put each one into piles of excellence and changed them back. Harry would write the grade on them for him, as his letters were wonky, and copy the scores into his grade book for him. It made it much easier for him.

"Roaw!" Ted yelled, having tried to sneak upon him. Laelaps barked when he did and came down the stairs.

"Aww!" he fake-yelled.

"Papa! You weren't scared!" Teddy yelled.

"I know... I have good hearing, Ted."

"Daddy and me made a mask."

"Daddy and I made a mask, Ted. Let me see," he said, holding out his hand.

"Papa! You can't see!" Ted said, for the hundred-and-fiftieth time.

"Thanks for reminding me, but I can still feel it."

Teddy placed the mask in his hand, and it was just a paper mâché mask. "Feels cool. What is it for?"

"Guy Fawkes day!"

Draco drew in a breath. He knew that day very well. Remember remember, the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason, should ever be forgot. It was a muggle rhyme, but he would never forget the day.

"Ted? Oh, sorry, Draco. I went to the loo. Ted, you're not supposed to disturb papa when he's grading."

"I'm all done. Guy Fawkes mask?" he asked, subtly probing Harry for answers. He didn't think his husband was that obtuse.

"Aunt Andy taught him the rhyme. She didn't know the specific day, and he wanted to make a mask," Harry explained, quietly, with an apologetic tone.

Draco nodded. "It's a fine mask, Ted. Go put it away and wash up for dinner."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes!" Both of them responded, and he stomped up the stairs.

"Sorry... I didn't want to explain why we couldn't."

"It's fine. Wow, it's really been five years...."

"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry said, and came over to sit next to him, taking his hand.

After a moment, Draco said, "It's fine. Wanna grade these for me, while I set the table?"

"Of course, honey," Harry said, and Draco got up and pulled the plates down and put the settings on the table. He turned off the stew and set that on a potholder, while he got a ladle.

"All washed!" Teddy announced, when he entered.

"Alright, let me see."

"Papa!" Teddy whined every time he asked that. Draco liked to mess with him and pretend that he could tell the difference.

"I guess you did," he said, and Teddy sulked to the table.

Harry came in and they ate a cheery dinner with Ted telling them all about the Hopping Pot and what he did at grandmum's house. Harry gave an edited version of what he did at work, and Draco told him about Luca. After dinner, Teddy wandered back upstairs with Laelaps, and he told Harry about Benson and his mother.

"She doesn't know the real you, Draco," Harry said, quietly.

"I know, but I liked the kid though. What if they ask for my removal?"

"I'll speak to the board, if it comes to it. McGonagall loves you there. It'll be fine."

"I guess."

"Well, when we get family portraits printed in Witch Weekly, it'll remind everyone that we are together and happy."

Draco smiled at that thought and started cleaning the dishes. "What time is it? It seems pretty bright out for how late I think it is."

"Draco? It's dark outside," Harry said, confused.

"Oh, some kids played a trick on me earlier, too. Made the room super bright, and I've been... off."

"I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"No, just... I'm fine," Draco said, as they heard a crash upstairs. Teddy was probably playing hide and seek with Laelaps.

"Hmmm... okay well, I'm going to check on Teddy. Make sure he didn't destroy anything. He's still got an hour until bedtime."

"Okay, I'll be on our couch," he replied and went into the den.

The fire was lit and the lights were brighter. He rubbed his eyes, again, confused. But when he took his hands away and opened his eyes, shapes started to appear and then colors. He gasped as the room slowly came into focus: the fire in the fireplace, the chair where the Christmas tree would go, Teddy's centaur toys on the end table, portraits of people he didn't know on the walls. His papers were on the table next to him. He could read the letters that were on them. Holy-fucking-shit! He could see.

"HARRY!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, with a hint of hysteria. He needed to see him.

Harry came racing down, Laelops barking like crazy, and rushed to him. "Draco! Are you okay?"

It was Harry. A little older than he remembered, but same brilliant eyes, short choppy black hair and broad, muscular shoulders. Of course, he looked terrified. Draco didn't normally shriek like that. But he needed Harry immediately before it went away.

Harry came closer. "Draco, please, what's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked, panic lacing his voice.

Draco just stared back at him, shaking and searching his eyes for the first time in almost seven years. They were so beautiful. Harry jerked as he figured it out.

"Draco! Your eyes? Can you... see me?" he breathed, shaking exuberantly.

Tears came out, horrifyingly obstructing his vision, but he nodded, as he didn't think that he could speak. Harry pulled him into a tight hug and kissed him.

"Papa? Why'd you yell?" Teddy asked, holding his stuffed purple dragon. Draco knew that it was the one he had gotten him last year for his birthday present.

"Teddy!" he whispered.

Harry refused to let him completely go as Draco picked up his adopted son, looking at him for the first time. Draco cried more as Teddy looked into his eyes. Teddy's hair was blonde, as Harry always claimed it was when Draco was in the room. His eyes changed to his silver just by staring at him.

"I can see you, Teddy," he whispered.

"Papa? Your eyes... aren't bad, anymore?" he whispered as his little hands touched his face.

"No, they aren't. I don't know what happened. I just rubbed my eyes, and everything came into focus. I can see everything."

Harry raised his wand and shot his doe Patronus through the wall. Of course, calling his expert, no doubt. "Draco, this is unbelievable. I'm so happy for you... for us, right now!"

"Me, too," he said and hugged Teddy and Harry close.

The floo lit up, and Hermione, business witch and all, came out, followed by her cleaned-up husband.

"Alright, Harry, what's the emergency?" she said, as she looked at their crying, happy faces. "Draco said yes to kids?"

"No, well, yes, actually, but he can..." Harry trailed off, his emotions getting the better of him, and he was bouncing on his feet.

"Can what?"

"Hello, Hermione... Ron. It's nice to see you, again," Draco said, nonchalantly, while staring at her directly.

Hermione's eyes narrowed and then immediately widened. "The curse came off?"

"I guess. I can see everything. It just cleared up. There was a flash, around ten today... and everything has been bright all day."

"No way! That's great mate! Now we play chess!" Ron said, coming over to shake his hand. He was truly smiling.

"Really, Ron! That's all you think about! It's the first time he can see in five years! Oh, Merlin! It's been four years to the day since we lifted the curse," she exclaimed. "And I cast the spell, at around ten in the morning."

"Yeah? So, the curse had a time limit?" Harry surmised, sounding a little smug, if Draco had to guess.

"No, that spell's rate of change must be only three percent."

"I don't understand," Harry said, looking more at him. He hadn't let him go, yet. "You both said that it would last decades, a century."

"Most spells, the rate is closer to four percent, so it would be a century. Even three-and-a-half would be decades. This is unprecedented!" Hermione said, baffled.

"So... it's off? For good?" Draco asked, unable to keep the fear from coming back into his voice.

"There's no reason why it should come back," she declared.

Harry kissed him. "I have you forever!"

"You already did, Harry," Draco said.

Harry stopped kissing him. "Wait! That means... you can have kids? Right? The curse is resolved!"

"If you mean without the risk of spreading it to a child? Absolutely! It's gone," Hermione declared.

Draco smiled. "You mean...."

"Yes! We can have a whole family of Malfoy-Potters to go with our Teddy Lupin!" Harry nearly screamed with happiness.

"Yay! I want little siblings to play with! There's no one but Vicky! And Auntie Luna said that she would have like twelve kids!"

"Baker's dozen was her words," Ron said, shaking his head at the idea.

"Yeah, you're going have a few siblings, Ted. And cousins, too. You better get at it, guys! We want our kids to be in the same year together," Harry ordered his two best mates.

"Okay!" Ron agreed quickly, and Hermione sighed, a little red but nodded.

"But let's call all our family and friends over to share the good news!" Harry said, his arms still around Draco.

"Which part?" Draco drawled and kissed his husband, again.

The end.

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