Well, here it is. The Epilogue as promised, and it's a teensy bit early but I figured you guys deserve it.
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Goodbye, and see you all next time :D
A few days later…
"Well, this is it," Hermione said, looking down at the small pile in front of her.
"Last order of business," Ron agreed. He grinned at the happy couple. "Go on then. Finish up so we can start on the Firewhisky."
Draco raised his wand. "Incendio," he drawled, sounding almost bored. The small pile — three beige boxes neatly stacked on top of each other — burst obligingly into flames. The crowd broke out into cheers and applause. "Your move, Potter," Draco announced, raising a challenging eyebrow.
Harry smirked at him and tossed a sheaf of official Ministry documents into the smouldering bonfire. He exchanged a quiet smile with Draco and squeezed his hand as the divorce papers withered away to nothing.
"And it's done," Blaise announced thankfully, raising his glass. "To Harry and Draco. May you find love, happiness and fulfillment with each other for the rest of your days."
"Oh Blaise, that's wonderful," Ginny gushed.
"Maybe that way the rest of us won't be randomly dragged out of bed at six in the morning to deal with your shite."
"And there's the man I love," Ginny added dryly. "To the happy couple!"
"To the happy couple!" the rest of the crowd cheered. Harry grinned and swooped in to claim a kiss from his husband and the cheers turned to cat calls and applause.
Bill watched the scene with a smile, nursing his own drink. It was definitely one of the oddest weddings he'd been to but then again, he wouldn't expect anything less from those two. Besides, it just barely topped the first one. Still, as he watched Harry laughing with his friends, with an arm firmly around his husband, he had to admit that they worked together. Somehow.
He didn't pretend to understand it but…
"Weasley, we have got to stop running into each other like this."
Bill turned around and his train of thought came to a rather abrupt halt. Attractive women tended to do that to him. Besides, he hadn't really been able to get this one out of his head ever since...
"Still as rude as ever, I see," Pansy huffed. "Fine, I'll just leave you alone then…"
She whirled around, all ready to storm off in a strop. Bill reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her. He wasn't sure why he did it but when those dark, sultry eyes widened in sudden surprise, he wasn't sorry at all. "We both know that's not your style," he grinned, drawing her a little closer.
Pansy's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "And what would you know about my style?" she countered.
Bill chuckled but he didn't relinquish his grip on that slim wrist. "Well, for one thing I know that your weapon of choice is a well aimed baguette."
She smiled mischievously and allowed him to pull her over. "Heard about that, did you? Say what you will, but I definitely get results." She gestured over to Harry and Draco, both still wrapped up in each other.
"Oh, I don't know," Bill retorted. "I like to think I had a little something to do with it."
"Well, you're certainly entitled to your opinion."
Bill laughed out loud at that and he couldn't help thinking it had been a long time since someone had made him laugh like that. She was almost ridiculously cute. He really liked that about her. And those legs didn't hurt either…
"I heard about the divorce," she said suddenly. Her fingers crept up to squeeze his hand gently and she looked genuinely sympathetic. "I'm very sorry."
Bill smiled slightly and squeezed back. "I'm not," he replied. "If there's one thing I've learnt this year, it's that sometimes it takes a little work to end up with the right person. But it's worth it."
"And how's that going so far?" she asked, almost shyly. "Have you...found what you're looking for yet?"
"I think I'm getting close." And again, when her cheeks flushed and a soft smile graced that pretty face, he really couldn't say he was sorry. Bill smiled back and shifted closer, enjoying the way her eyelashes fluttered nervously at his action. Truth be told, he was nervous too. But then again, these were times for new beginnings. And considering how hard he'd worked at everyone else's...well, Bill figured he was long overdue for one.
"So, I believe I owe you a dance," he whispered. "Care to collect?"
She laughed and pulled him to his feet, leaning into him slightly. Her body felt small and delicate against him and he put an arm around her, instinctively protective. "Just so you know," she said, standing up on tip toes to whisper in his ear. "If you run out on me after this, I'm coming after you with a baguette."
Bill laughed and pulled her closer again. "I'll hold you to it."
Somewhere in the background, Harry and Draco exchanged amused glances as they snapped a picture.