A/N - Okay...Like Chanel? Want to read more about her? CONTACT ME. I will make you very happy, I guarantee it. And do not ask me if this chapter involves assisted suicide and/or something that would not be considered legal. Enjoy the aesthetics please. And if you're just checking this to see how the story ends before reading it first - you suck :)

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Your Epilogue.

December 2107 A.D.; Florence, Italy.

Little White Suit

Something we never noticed before, something we were blinded to all those years before we were together - this something kept flashing before us. We wondered vaguely why we never saw each other for who we were, before. We wondered why fate, or just pure dumb luck, decided for us to fall for each other under such dire circumstances - lust or death.

Why go through hell only to have a taste of heaven, then promptly lose it all and go to either in a more literal sense? Or maybe we don't go anywhere when we're dead. Or maybe we really do become reborn as someone or something else.

What we wished for that night of our first Christmas together after so long, and every night, and every time we saw the other smile was simply a chance to start over. We want to go back in time, save us any of this headache with this disease, and find each other...naturally. We want to go back to that fateful day when we first met, and gain each others' friendship like we'd subconsciously wished we could all those years ago. We'll befriend each other, warn each other that being with Ron and Bill would only result in all too many untoward circumstances. We'll work my coquettish charm, let us fall in love with each other the right way...to save us from all of this pain we've endured.

We're tired...

And now we stand here in this park, under this rain, at night, wearing our white suits. Maybe we could blend in with everything if these vines were green. No one would notice us, but they soon will. They don't seem to notice us anymore anyway. We assured each other that our wish will come true soon, a century after we first graced our ears with the sincerity from our hearts, from who we truly were.

"I told you it's pointless, Hermione..."

"I told you to trust me."

"I'm dying, I hope you know that..."

"And so am I. You're not making it any more enjoyable, you know."

"But-"

"Shh...quiet now."

Hermione...beauty; we never pondered why we didn't realize the two rhyme. Holding hands, staring at each other, makes all of our imperfections vanish into the dark around us. Or maybe it's just the rain showing us a mirage; a mere vestige of what we remember from so long ago. Anyone else would think us silly for standing out in the rain in wedding attire. Nothing else mattered, though. Nothing at all. The rest of the world was a mere blur of a phantom, and it felt so ephemerally so.

We believe in this.

"Now close your eyes."

We felt our chests heave painfully while we sighed one last time. Our tired hands caressed the creases of the others' and we felt so at ease, despite the weariness. We felt ghostly in each others' hands, our bodies felt willowy pressed against each other's for stability, and our lips...well; those never changed. We always made a point to take good care of our lips. Our hands were worn from years of page-turning, trying to learn how to do this.

We can never rest knowing we're not together. But now...we don't want to rest... Now, we want to keep listening to the rain and our quiet sounds of approval; now we want to keep kissing perfectly tended lips. But the world is adamant about always taking away those that are dear to you. And yet the world is oblivious to the will of a certain Hermione and Fleur Delacour.

Everything pales in comparison to the will-power of my wife...my husband...and our desire to do this.

This being having the vines of our suits, consume us. Please don't ask us how we figured this out. Don't ask us why we didn't panic when we felt our ankles become locked together and plant us firmly in the ground. Effervescent and chocolate vines melded together, slowly, circling us and intertwining on their way up our bodies. But our kiss grew so passionate that any fear was washed from our minds. We were using such advanced magic to do this to us, to have us make our mark on the very place where we began to change unto each other...it was beyond romantic.

Finality overtook us when we felt us rise off the ground thanks to the vines. A good meter above the grass, and it stopped, we stopped, but we didn't stop kissing. The pains and aches of age began to leave us while we let everything but each other go. Our friends were gone, we outlived our daughter, and now we were on the verge of that time. Vines kept circling us, comfortably. Stone our bones and muscles and skin and clothes became, from the bottom up.

Neither of us dared to cry. We told each other of our wishes to go back and start over. We've told each other everything imaginable...but not how much we mean to each other. Trying to say it is useless; it's impossible. But agreeing to this was all I could do. We kept kissing, almost desperately, while we told ourselves that we'd have been fools to pass up this chance and risk losing each other before we could get this far. No regrets. No regrets...

And it wasn't until our entire bodies had turned to stone, freezing us in this moment that we realized what we kept murmuring to each other with so much love that my wishes must have come true.

I love you. Truly...

Until death do us part.

Even in death, we still hear the other whisper this to while we wait for our chance at redemption. With a wink to blink back the tears to go with it.

And that, as they say, is that.