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The fire was quick to eat them and she was certain the moment she opened her eyes that the flames were still reflected in them. She was in bed, in a room she does not recognize, with pictures she barely remembers taking.
An arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. She panicked for a bit but calmed down once she heard his voice soothe her.
“We’re alright,” whispered Draco into her ear, “It’s just a bad dream. I had it too.”
She turned to hug him as well, but something caught her eye.
A ring on her finger.
She looked at Draco, he looked more mature (in a very good way) than when she last saw him. Hermione wrapped her arm around him and snuggled closer. “We’re married?”
“Mmhmm,” He took her into his arms, his voice deep from sleep, “twenty years,”
“Twenty years,” she mumbled back. “Did we have the same dream?”
He pats her hair gently, “Fiendfyre?”
“Yes,”
“We did.”
“How did we get here?”
“Maybe we both wished for it.”
She looked at him. “But we didn’t get to live this one,”
Draco looked back at her, his grey eyes looking at her warmly, “We did. It will come to you, Hermione,”
And it did.
The more the drowsiness left her body, the more is awakened in all its sense.
She remembered everything; from their first date, to when he proposed, every fight they had with each other, and each time they fought for each other.
She remembered his love, her love.
His pain and hers.
She remembered every stolen kiss they shared and the ones they generously let everyone see.
She remembered it all.
She remembered them.
“Alternate universe? Another lifetime?” she blinked back her tears.
“I think we were catapulted into this one,” he responded with a smile before kissing her softly. The said liplock was interrupted by the smell of butter and pancakes.
“Hmm?” She pulled away a bit.
“You smell it too, don’t you?” Draco chuckled, “Not gonna lie, Granger, I’m quite famished,”
“Me too,” she laughed a bit.
Heading to the kitchens after washing up, Draco and Hermione were greeted by the sight of their children preparing breakfast.
“Oh hi, Mum!” Cassie, their second child said as she prepared coffee for them using the coffee machine. She was thirteen.
Scorpius, the eldest, turned to them and waved his hand to greet them, biting on a piece of toast as he cooked pancakes. He was fifteen.
Five-year-old Vivienne, fondly called ‘Viva’, entered from the kitchen door with a bunch of freshly picked flowers from the garden. “Hi, mum-my!”
Nine-year-old Calix then helped his youngest sister put the flowers in a vase.
Hermione can’t help but smile at the life she had now.
Draco rubbed her back and shared the same smile.
“You guys okay?” Scorpius asked, cleaning the things he used for cooking with a quick Scourgify before keeping them.
“Yeah, just a bad dream.” They said in unison.
“Wow,” Cassie blinked, placing the coffee cups in their respective places on the table.
Calix and Viva approached them, Calix taking his mum’s hand and Viva taking Draco’s, and led them to the table.
“Why are you all up so early?” Draco asked as he sat down after pulling Hermione’s chair for her.
“It’s Sunday, and you may or may not have promised to take us on a trip to Southern France if we prepared breakfast,” Calix said, his siblings nodding in agreement.
Draco narrowed his eyes, “I don’t remember making that promise, but I do think that’s a great idea, don’t you think so, Hermione?”
“I think so too,” she smiled, sipping on her coffee.
“Oh thank Merlin, I thought you won’t want to because of the nightmare you had,” Cassie said. She then helped Viva cut her food.
Hermione smiled at them, “No, that nightmare now feels like…” She glanced at Draco.
He finished the sentence for her, “A lifetime ago,”
She nodded.
What a day to live.