What the Future Holds

Draco sat at the breakfast table, trying to eat his omelet. The twins had been let outside to play in the sunshine and Hermione was using magic to wash the dishes. He studied her. She had defiantly been hiding a great body under those Hogwarts robes. He grinned, watching her ass as she reached to put the dishes in a high cupboard.

"What are you staring at?" She looked at her ass in the stainless steel refrigerator. "It looks big, doesn't it? I swear! Having twins ruined my figure!"

"On the contrary, it looks round, firm and oh so delectable!" Draco winked at her. "What am I doing? Flirting with her?" he said to himself.

"Done with your breakfast?" she asked, leaning over and putting her breasts in his face. "Are you sure you're feeling fine? You didn't even eat half of it!" She felt his forehead. "You don't have a fever."

"I'm fine! Just a headache is all." She gave him a funny look again and after putting his dish in the sink, she took a seat across from him. "Gr... Hermione, I need to tell you something."

"What is it? It's not that woman again is it?" she asked, tears standing in her eyes. "Because if it is..."

Draco had no idea what she was talking about. "No it's not... that woman." He sighed, took a sip of his coffee. "I woke up this morning confused and disoriented."

Hermione choked on her coffee. "You did?"

"I know who I am and who you are. What I don't remember is us getting married, or having the girls. I don't even remember yesterday, for god's sake!"

Hermione tried to keep calm. "I knew something wasn't right! You never lock the bathroom door!"

"Do you know why this has happened?" he asked.

Hermione stared at him with wide eyes. "I...I have no idea!" she stammered. "No idea what so ever!"

Draco had a feeling she wasn't being quite honest with him. "Are you sure?" His head was throbbing and he rubbed his temples.

"Yes! Positive! Do you want to go to St. Mungo's? Maybe they can help you to remember."

He sat back in his seat. "Not yet. I want to see if anything comes back. In the meantime, tell me how this all happened. How did we end up married?"

Hermione smiled. "I was a Healer. The war had been raging for years, many of our friends had died and I blamed myself for not being able to help them all. There was a fierce battle, the final battle. You were brought in, barely alive. The back of your skull had been crushed and I could see your brain."

Draco took a deep breath. "You saved me?"

"Yes. It took a long time, but I was determined to fix you. You were unconscious for a month. I sat by your bedside the entire time, reading to you, taking care of you and finally you woke up."

"What did I say?"

Hermione seemed to ponder this question for a long time. "You were delusional. You spoke of dreams and it took me a while to calm you down. You would allow no one else in the room and only I could treat you." Hermione smiled at him again. During that recovery time, we grew close, very close. We fell in love."

Draco was curious about something. " You said I spoke of dreams, what kind of dreams?"

"I really don't remember."

Draco knew she was lying, but chose to ignore it. She was keeping things from him. Apparently, she knew more about his amnesia than she was letting on.

"So, we fell in love, got married and had the twins a year later."

"What are their names and how old are they?" he asked curiously.

Hermione laughed. "Now don't go blaming me if you don't like their names, it was you idea!"

"I named them?"

"Yes you most certainly did! Buffy and Muffy are their names and they just turned three."

Draco's jaw dropped. "Muffy Malfoy?" he almost screamed in disbelief. Hermione was laughing, tears streaming down her face.

"What the hell was I thinking?"

"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist! That's not their names!"

Draco frowned. "Thank god! Even with their good looks, they would have never gotten away with names like those!"

Hermione stood up and sat down in his lap, putting her arms around his neck. "The bossy ones name is Ethlynn, the dreamers name is Evania."

He said their names out loud. "Ethlynn and Evania. Much better!" He jumped in his seat when Hermione lightly kissed him. It was so loving, so sweat and so what he needed.

A month later, he still remembered nothing. This bothered him just slightly. He knew he had been happy and in love with this woman before and now he was happy and in love with her again. What did it matter if he couldn't recall the past?

He loved the way she snuggled with him all night, the way she could turn him on with just a look. He liked that she made breakfast for him every morning and that she took a walk in the garden with him every night. He loved her and wondered how he could have ever lived without her.

His girls had captured his heart. They were bright and curious and so darn cute! He loved to lie in the double bed they shared and read them a bed time story. They sometimes would fall asleep before the story was done and he would just lie there in between them, stroking their hair and marveling at their tiny fingers and noses. He had never been more happy and content in his life.

Sometimes he would catch Hermione looking at him in an odd way. He never questioned why she stared at him that way, but it did bother him. He was pleased with himself and his family, life was good. So what if sometimes his head hurt so badly that he wanted to run headlong into a concrete wall just to knock himself out.