A/N: Coldplay appears for the last time. Yellow should start when Draco flicks his wand.

The school basically stopped caring about Draco and Hermione. Most of the younger students didn't know well enough to be shocked by the pair, and the older students were too busy to care anymore. Besides a few stray comments from a still seething Ron, the couple was left alone to be blissfully happy. Exams came and went, and before anyone could believe it, the year was over. The 7th years had all passed their tests and were all certified wizards – even Neville passed, if by the skin of his teeth. It was the perfect way to end the year. There was no one left behind, no one who failed, besides those who had unfortunately lost their lives to the war in some fashion or another.

The night before they were set to leave Hogwarts, Hermione sat in a state of sentimentality by the now empty fireplace. She was remembering all the moments she shared with her friends, even Ron. It was truly a bittersweet feeling, remembering all the great moments that she had shared with Harry and Ron, the Golden Trio that no longer was. Ron and Hermione had shared a wonderful friendship that should have never crossed the sometimes thin line of friendship and romance. She wiped a stray tear from her cheek and sighed. Change was always hard to deal with, and this year had been the biggest. Her parents had died, her friendships had been drastically altered, and she had found the love of her life. Her haven, Hogwarts, could no longer be the place it once was – a place of safety and learning. Hermione could never go back; no one could go back. Innocence was lost within these walls: a frightened, doe-eyed, know-it-all eleven year old came in, and a confident, but somewhat hardened eighteen year old was coming out. She had seen life for what it was, not through the lenses of a child.

As she sat engulfed in her own thoughts, Draco quietly came down the staircase. He too had been thinking about the past. He stood at the base of those steps for a few moments, admiring Hermione in the special way only a person in love can. He was satisfied to just watch her and know that she was alive. Draco gained courage from her spirit and strength from her love.

"You love me don't you?" Hermione turned around slightly, shocked at the sudden appearance of her boyfriend.

"Of course," she replied, looking slightly confused.

"Then come with me," he said, walking towards her with an outstretched hand. "Enough sitting around and thinking about the past."

Still confused, Hermione took his hand and let him lead her around the castle. Each place they passed had special meaning; the third floor corridor, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, the Fat Lady's portrait – they walked through the whole castle, top to bottom in complete silence, each remembering different things. Their clasped hands were the only sign that they were even aware of each other's presence. The castle had a different feeling that night. It was sad, bittersweet, as though the walls knew it was the ending of an era for some students.

Draco led Hermione outside, and they strolled quietly around the grounds underneath the full moon. Their journey ended inside the quidditch pitch. Draco stopped, and had a good long look around. He bit his lip with a small sigh. Hermione came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his stomach.

"It's so hard to think about leaving it all, isn't it?" He turned to face her, cupping her face in his hands.

"Not when I have you by my side," he replied. They kissed. It was a short kiss filled with the emotions they were both experiencing. Then Draco pulled out his wand, and with one flick, the pitch was filled with a familiar song. Hermione smiled. Draco pulled her wordlessly into his arms, beginning to sway with the melody.

"You set this up, didn't you?"

"Of course," he said, his smile widening. "I thought it would be a nice way to end things."

"We aren't ending things," she said softly. "I think this is only the beginning."

"I agree," he ended, feeling his heart jump in his chest. "Then I thought this would be a nice way to begin things."

"Either way, I'm impressed," she said with a kiss. He let her lips linger for a few moments before he began to softly sing along in her ear.

Look at the stars,

Look how they shine for you,

And everything you do,

Yeah, they were all yellow.

I came along,

I wrote a song for you,

And all the things you do,

And it was called "Yellow."

So then I took my turn,

Oh what a thing to have done,

And it was all "Yellow."

Hermione looked up at all the sparkling stars and smiled. He had picked an appropriate song for the clear summer night.

Your skin

Oh yeah, your skin and bones,

Turn into something beautiful,

You know, you know I love you so,

Draco pulled back, looking Hermione square in the eyes as he sang the next line, unable to keep the emotion out of his voice.

You know I love you so

Hermione's heart jumped in her chest. The look in his eyes was nothing short of pure love and sincere adoration. There was this feeling of clarity that she had never felt before. She knew in that moment that this, this was the man she was meant to spend the rest of her life with. Tears came to her eyes as Draco pulled her back into his chest, clutching her with a new feeling of need. She didn't need to say anything back: he knew. Draco continued to sing in her ear.

I swam across,

I jumped across for you,

Oh what a thing to do.

Cos you were all "Yellow,"

I drew a line,

I drew a line for you,

Oh what a thing to do,

And it was all "Yellow."

Your skin,

Oh yeah your skin and bones,

Turn into something beautiful,

And you know for you,

I'd bleed myself dry for you,

I'd bleed myself dry.

"Hermione, I want you to know that I would do anything for you. I would lay down my life for you. In you I see everything I want to be, everything I want to achieve. In you I see my future, I see love reflected in your perfect eyes. I can see happiness, a home, children. I can see everything in you that is good, everything that is perfect. I can see my wife in your eyes."

"Draco, what are you saying?"

He got down on one knee, and held out a small ring.

It's true, look how they shine for you,

Look how they shine for you,

Look how they shine for,

Look how they shine for you,

Look how they shine for you,

Look how they shine.

"Hermione, will you marry me?"

Look at the stars,

Look how they shine for you,

And all the things that you do.

Tears were falling from her eyes as the song ended, and she looked down into Draco's eyes. He was holding his breath, waiting for her reply. For a few seconds, she couldn't find her voice.

"Yes," she said, her face breaking into an exhilarated smile. "Absolutely!"

Draco slid the ring onto her finger and jumped up excitedly. He grabbed her, spinning her around in the air and kissing her all over. He put her on the ground, the both of them smiling, and she leaned in and kissed him with everything she had inside of her. They were both so young and filled with hope for the future, the future they were to share together. They stood there in the middle of the moonlit quidditch pitch, kissing each other and holding onto each other for what seemed like hours more. They then went back to the dorm area they shared together and were grounded by seeing that their things that they had packed up were stacked up by the door, ready for the next morning. With one final kiss, they went to bed.

The next day came too fast. Every last second they had at Hogwarts was precious, not to be wasted. There were a lot of tears shed as slowly the castle began to empty out. As Draco and Hermione walked towards the doors for the last time, Professor Dumbledore stopped them.

"Congratulations," he said, his eyes twinkling. Hermione and Draco looked at each other, unsure of how he knew when they hadn't told anyone yet. The aged man just chuckled and patted them each on the back.

"You've both been wonderful as Head Boy and Girl this year, and it's been a real pleasure knowing the both of you. You'll be very happy together. It makes an old man have hope in the world to see young love."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said, a sad smile gracing her face. "We're both going to miss you very much." With that, she reached forward and hugged Professor Dumbledore, who embraced her back. Draco reached out and shook his hand. As they walked hand in hand out the door, his twinkling eyes filled with tears. He then turned to say his final words to Harry.

The train ride back was a somber one. The 7th years couldn't believe this was the last time they would ever ride the Hogwart's Express. They exchanged stories, they laughed, they cried, and when the train came to a halt at Platform 9 and three quarters, they all just looked at each other in silence. With a small nod and a sad smile, Neville was the first to get off the train, and others followed one by one.

Hermione and Draco got off the train not knowing their future. Hermione's parents were gone, and she was to spend the summer looking for a job. Draco's father was gone too, and he was now free to live his live as he chose. They knew they were going to be married, but they knew that was a while off.

That summer, Albus Dumbledore passed away quietly in his sleep. All the students attended his funeral, Harry being the one who was hit the hardest. His presence was greatly missed by all in the wizarding community, but it was still a relief that he died of natural causes. Professor McGonagall was then promoted to Head Master, much to Professor Snape's chagrin. After the funeral, she approached Hermione to take her place as transfiguration professor. Hermione, thrilled at the opportunity, took the job offer and started within a few weeks.

The war, though Voldemort had been defeated, was still not completely over. There were still some Death Eater insurgents who were terrorizing the community, and Draco did his part to end the war. He served as a spy for the Ministry, using his father's position in jail to get in with the few Death Eaters left. He survived the war with few enemies because many were too stupid to realize that they had been sold out by one of their own, though one figured out and subjected Draco to a rather nasty curse that sent him to St. Mungo's for a few weeks. He recovered, and the offending Death Eater was punished to death. Draco then took a high paying job inside the Ministry and salvaged the Malfoy family name.

With all their ducks in a row, Hermione and Draco were married in a small ceremony. Harry gave Hermione away, and although Ron refused to attend because of his still wounded pride, the rest of the Weasley family showed up to support their surrogate daughter. Ron had a short lived marriage to Lavender, which quickly ended when the tables turned and Lavender had a wild affair with England's favorite pro quidditch player: Oliver Wood. They are now happily married with two children, and Lavender is quickly gaining a career as assistant to former Professor Trelawny. Ron is currently in a paper pushing low end job in the ministry, and lives in a modest flat by himself.

Hermione and Draco remained happily married and welcomed the birth of their first child, daughter Ginerva Jane Malfoy and their second child, son Draco James Malfoy. They are expecting another child this winter.