Well...here it is...the epilogue. I thank you guys for loyally sticking to my story and I especially thank you for your reviews. At the end of the page, I'm going to put some shout outs since I know you guys just want to read the story. So, without further ado...the epilogue! P.s. no, I'm not going to do a sequel...that's why I'm putting an epilogue, see? Ok...here you go...

Epilogue: And We Lived Happily Ever After

Harry Potter sat at a table outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, reading that day's edition of the Daily Prophet. The headline read "Minister of Magic, Hermione Malfoy, with husband, Draco Malfoy, at Grand Opening of the third Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes store" The picture showed Hermione, Draco and their seven year old son, Vincent, waving merrily while standing in front of the new shop. The owners of the establishment, Fred and George Weasley, were standing off to the other side, chests puffed up proudly. Harry smiled.

It had been ten years since he had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione and Draco had gotten married exactly two years from the day they got engaged. Vincent Xavier Malfoy came about a year later and you couldn't find happier parents. With his dark hair and hazel eyes, you'd think that he had taken after his mother. But the pointed chin and nose and the cocky attitude were definitely the traits of a Malfoy. They had given their first son the name Vincent, meaning "conqueror" owing to the fact that they had literally conquered death to be together today.

The Malfoys lived together in Malfoy Manor, only it was not so cold and dark anymore. Draco had the Ministry come in and strip the entire house for any signs of Dark Magic or anything relating to the Dark Arts. He had said that he simply refused to raise his family in such a Dark house.

Draco Malfoy had started out in a boring office job in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. But after six months, he had moved up to a job as apprentice to Amelia Bones. Today, he was Head of his department and was a top warlock in the Wizengamot.

Hermione Malfoy's journey to the top was a bit more interesting. She started out with an apprenticeship in the Improper Use of Magic Office. After only three months, she had been promoted to personal assistant to Mafalda Hopkirk, but then that was where she stayed for two years. She wasn't complaining though. She was happy where she was. She had just gotten married to Draco Malfoy, who had more money that she knew what to do with, she had a steady job that she enjoyed, and she was well liked throughout the Ministry. Almost everyone knew that they could go to Hermione Malfoy for help. Couldn't figure out an Arithmancy problem? Take it to Mrs. Malfoy. She aced that class. Couldn't remember the countercurse for the Engorgement Charm? No problem! Hermione Malfoy could cast it with her eyes closed. Everyone knew her name and were well aware of who she was married to. Their wedding announcement had made the front page of the Daily Prophet, after all.

Then Cornelius Fudge died. Everyone immediately began to suggest Dumbledore. He, once again, declined the job offer. He was getting old and it was obvious that he wouldn't have lasted long in office. He suggested that the Ministry needed young blood.

"What about that Hermione Malfoy? She DID score perfectly on all her NEWTs, after all," he had said. Everyone put it into consideration and decided that, yes, Hermione would be perfect as the new Minister. And there she had been for eight years, working right alongside her husband.

Harry folded up his newspaper and checked his watch. His lunch break was over. He Apparated back to the Atrium, then took the lift to the Auror Headquarters. He had been an Auror for the past six years, being the quickest in history to have gotten in after regular schooling. Another notch on Harry Potter's list of life achievements.

On one wall hung pictures of wanted criminals, most looking menacingly at Harry as he entered his cubicle. On another wall hung pictures of his friends and family. There was the picture of his mother, father and Sirius at the Potter's wedding, and then the picture of Hermione, Draco and himself as best man at the Malfoy's wedding right next to it. Ginny had been the maid-of-honor then. Then there was the picture of Ron and Lavender's wedding, which he had been best man at as well. Ron now played professional Quidditch on his favorite team, the Chudley Cannons. He would be retiring soon, though. Last time Harry heard from him, Ron said that he and Lavender were expecting their fourth child.

Harry sighed wearily as he sat down in his chair. He looked up to see his Order of Merlin, First Class hanging proudly on the cubicle wall. It read "Awarded to Harry James Potter for heroic efforts against the Dark Arts." It was given to him the day after Voldemort had been vanquished. Of course, then, he had been mourning the death of Draco, but now, he felt proud every time he looked at it. Draco had been given one as well for "Special Services to the Ministry of Magic." He had been an excellent guinea pig for them when he had been recovering and was given it as a compensation for being poked at for two weeks. He had been jokingly dubbed "The Second Boy Who Lived" by his friends and family and hid the award somewhere in the mansion.

Harry leaned back in his chair, bored out of his wits. Ever since Voldemort had been vanquished, the Auror business was a little slow. But then, there was that occasional Death Eater straggler who caused trouble believing that his Dark Lord would come back someday.

He was just beginning to drift off to sleep when a paper airplane hit him in the back of his head. He rubbed his head, then picked the tiny purple airplane off the floor. He unfolded it carefully. It was a note from Hermione.


I have a favor to ask from you. Please report to my office ASAP.


Harry smiled as he read her closing. It gave him a warm feeling inside knowing that he was one of two people within the Ministry who received memos from the Minister signed "Hermy." Draco also got them since he had taken to calling her by her nickname ever since Harry had told him the story about Grawp and the English lessons. But "Hermy" always got the last laugh. HIS memos were ALWAYS addressed to "My ickle little Drakie-poo," something his mother called him occasionally.

Harry gathered his things before putting out the lamp and heading towards the Minister's office. He whistled a merry tune, somewhat akin to "Weasley Is Our King," while walking down the many corridors to her office door. He was about to knock when he heard Hermione giggle from the other side.

"Draco...stop!" she said. "We're at work. Wait 'til we get home!" Harry smiled amusedly and chose that moment to burst through the door.

"Hermy, I got your memo. What did you want to...talk...about?" He pretended to look embarrassed as he saw the scene in front of him: Hermione was sitting on top of her desk, her legs wrapped around Draco's waist and her blouse unbuttoned. Her fingers were tangled in Draco's hair and his cloak had been thrown off to the side and Draco's head was leveled with the exposed skin. Harry tried not to laugh as they both fixed their appearances hurriedly.

"Oh, sorry. Was I interrupting something?" Harry asked innocently.

"Oh...n-no..." Hermione stammered as she fumbled with her blouse buttons. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Hermione...it's just Harry. You don't have to act to embarrassed. You're acting like we're at Hogwarts again." He reached over and helped her button her blouse properly. Harry looked away and toyed with a miniature figurine of Ron as a Keeper for the Chudley Cannons. He may be friends with Draco now, but it was still disturbing to see them act so...married.

"Yeah," Harry immediately agreed. "Just be glad it wasn't one of the other Ministry workers. Imagine what they'd think of the Minister of Magic practically shagging her husband in her office." Hermione blushed and tried to hide it by looking down and pretending to smooth down her skirt.

"Er...right...um...what was it that you wanted, Harry?" He held the memo up.

"I came here to ask what YOU wanted."

"Oh yes, that. Well, tonight is our anniversary, as you know." Harry nodded and watched as Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist.

"We were wondering if we could leave Vincent with you tonight while we go out." Harry smiled.

"But of course! You know I love having my godson around." Hermione gave him a warning look.

"Harry...you need to stop telling him all those scary storied." Harry looked at her innocently.

"What scary stories? I only tell him stories about when we were still at Hogwarts." Hermione glared at him again.

"Harry, last time we left him with you, he came home with his face pale white asking if I really almost got eaten by a basilisk." Harry grinned sheepishly.

"I might had stretched the truth out some."

"I don't care. I don't want you scaring him anymore." Draco stepped up to defend his friend.

"Aww, come on love...Vincent loves hearing Harry's stories. I think you baby him too much." Hermione threw her hands up into the air exasperatedly.

"Fine, but you're going to be the one who stays up with him when he can't sleep tonight." Harry and Draco grinned.

"That's what she always says," they said simultaneously under their breaths.


Later that night, Harry and Vincent were busy building a fort in Harry's living room. Harry jumped to his feet, quickly followed by Vincent. They admired their handiwork proudly.

"I think it's the best fort we've made yet," Vincent stated. Harry nodded in agreement, then went to the kitchen to gather up some snacks to bring in to the fort. Once they were both settled, Harry asked Vincent for his regular story request.

"Tell me one about Mum and Dad," Vincent said, bouncing up and down. Harry thought for a while.

"Well, Vince, if you want to know one, you've got to hear them all."

"I have all night."

"Well, then let's start at the time in second year when your dad first made the Quidditch team.


Draco led Hermione out of the car since she was blindfolded. He dragged her up a dirt path and through a grand set of doors.

"Draco, this is ridiculous. Where are we?" Hermione whined. He grinned even though she couldn't see it.

"You'll see..." They kept walking for a while, their shoes clicking against the stone floor, the sound echoing off the walls. Hermione had an odd feeling of nostalgia as she walked blindly thought the corridors. After a long while, Draco stopped. She felt the presence of him dig around in his pocket for something. It sounded as if he inserted a key into a keyhole and turned it. Then he tapped the door twice. That combination of sounds brought back a flood of memories from so many years ago. She suddenly realized where they were, but before she could say anything about it, she felt that familiar pull and squeezed Draco's hand as they were pulled into the room. Once they steadied themselves again, he took her blindfold off.

The Room of Mystery still looked just as beautiful as it did ten years ago. The piano was still the same, the chandelier, the sofa, the table...everything was still a perfect and beautiful as the last time she had stumbled into this room with the man beside her. Hermione once again sat at the piano and began to play. As soon as they got married, the first thing Draco did was to buy her a piano. So now, hearing her play was not such a strange occurrence as it was the last time they found this room. Draco stood to the side of the piano. He stared down at his wife lovingly. She was still as beautiful as the last time they visited this room. She still had that glow of radiant beauty that emanated from her body and created certain warmth that Draco felt every time he held her close.

He sat down next to her at the piano bench and wrapped an arm around her waist. She stopped playing and turned to face him, a contented smiled playing on her face. He brushed his hand against her cheeks and she leaned into it. She took his hand in hers and placed a small kiss onto his fingertips. He laced his fingers through hers and stared into her honey colored eyes, so warmed and filled with love.

"Why did you choose me?" he asked curiously.

"Actually, I always thought that it was YOU who chose ME," she replied, a little shocked. "But I fell in love with you because I saw that you had changed. You gave me a chance to get to know you...the real you...not the bad-ass Slytherin boy I grew up with." He smirked. "But most of all, you trusted me enough to open up to me and in turn, I trusted you. It took me a while, but it happened eventually." He tugged a strand of her hair and smiled amusedly.

"Really? And all this time I thought it was my lovely eyes," he said jokingly, giving her a wink. She laughed a bit.

"Well...your eyes are just a bonus. That and that beautifully toned body of yours," she said, dropping him a wink while tracing circles on his chest. Draco crossed his arms over her chest.

"Jesus, Hermione...you really know how to make a man feel like a piece of meat." She simply laughed and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Oh, shut up! You know you liked the attention back then... 'Accidentally' walking into my room after your showers." Draco smirked.

"Well it's not like YOU weren't a tease in your Hogwarts days. I can distinctly remember a certain pajama set you used to wear...the skimpy track shorts and matching camisole. And that little 'oops-I-dropped-the-cap-to-the-toothpaste' stunt you used to pull." Hermione blushed.

"Ok, ok...we're not students anymore. We're married now, so let's not dwell so much on the past." Draco sighed.

"Married...for eight years..." he remarked thoughtfully. Hermione stood up and pulled him with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

"I know...it's hard to believe, right? I mean, eleven year before this exact date..." She trailed off, pondering on the irony for their entire relationship. Draco got the gist of what she was trying to say and chuckled a bit.

"I was probably trying to find new ways to bully you and your friends." She laughed.

"And we were probably practicing hexes to use on you when the time was right." He gave another low chuckle and wrapped his arms tight around her body.

"Funny how one year of living with a person could change your whole outlook on life." Both stood in still silence for a while, simply holding one another, pondering Draco's previous statement. Then Hermione spoke.

"Draco, how do you think your outlook had changed?" she asked, resting her head against his chest. He rested his chin on top of her head.

"Well, first of all, my conception of Muggles, Muggle-borns...and you in general changed. You made me see that Muggle-born aren't so bad." She looked at him with a frown.

"What do you mead they 'aren't that bad'?"

"Except you, love," he answered quickly. "You're the greatest...Muggle-born or not." She smiled.

"What made you choose me?" she asked quietly. He already knew his answer.

"When I look at you, Hermione, I see this...glow of beauty around you. It's almost like an aura of beauty. And you're just so witty and clever. I enjoy being able to have a meaningful and deep conversation with you. With other girls, it was always 'Draco, do you like my new robes?' 'Draco, I'll make myself your personal slave if you be my boyfriend.'" Draco looked utterly disgusted.

"I HATED that!" He looked back at Hermione and his expression immediately softened. "You never threw yourself at me, you didn't try to make a bid effort to get my attention, but you never needed to. You already had my full and complete attention...and devotion." She blushed again.

"You still gave me another chance when I screwed things up for us. And you were what kept me alive." He cupped her face into his hands and looked into her honey brown eyes, which were sparkling with happiness and love.

"I loved you then, loved you now...and Hermione, I'll love you for all time." She grinned and leaned up to kiss him.

"I love you too," she whispered into his ear. He pulled her close again and kissed her deeply. The kiss turned passionate and he picker her up and carried her to the sofa. She lay back, pulled Draco on top of her, trying not to break the kiss. When they finally pulled away, they stared into each other's eyes. She ran her fingers though his hair, tousling it around. His hair was no longer than an inch long; she liked it to be just barely long enough for her to grab. He traced his finger down her cheek, her chin, and over her swollen lips. He smirked mischievously.

"Do you think we're ready for another child?" he asked. She gave him a smirk back.

"I hope so...I'm pregnant." He immediately jumped up and gave a whoop of joy. He picked her up again and spun her around the room. She laughed, telling him to be careful. He set her back down and knelt so he was eye level with her stomach and kissed it. She stroked his hair and looked down at him lovingly. He met her eyes again and slowly rose back up. She was now looking up into his face.

"I hope it's a girl," he said quietly. She cocked her head to one side.

"Why is that?" He rested his hands on her hips.

"So she can be as beautiful as her mother." She smiled and kissed him.

"You're a good father."

"You're a good mother."

"You're a good husband."

"You're a good wife."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Always."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes, and I always keep my promises."

THE END!!!!!!!!

Finally! So, how did you guys like that? Wasn't that sweet? Ok...now for my shout outs...

Leafs-gurl999: no...I will NOT make a sequel. I really suck at them and that is precisely why I wrote this epilogue. It was hard enough! Sorry...

Tired Recluse: I know! Don't you just LOVE surprises?

Iesa: And that is exactly the kind of response I wanted! Thanks for reviewing this time!

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dRAcO maLFoY Is hOt: yes...Draco Malfoy IS hot! And did you seriously think that I was that CRUEL? Yeah...right...

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