Epilogue


Hermione was stood before a full length mirror and smoothed down the skirt of her dress. She could hear the voices of all the people out in the garden waiting for the ceremony to commence. Today was her big day, the day she and Oliver had been planning for, for the past six months.

Now it was upon her, her wedding day! She was so excited. They were holding the ceremony in the garden of her house. The house that was now her and Oliver's. Ginny had moved in with Seamus a few months before, once he had gotten rid of all the WWW products there was enough space for the two of them.

"Hermione? It's time." Ginny told her as she poked her head around the door. Hermione grabbed the bouquet of pink and yellow lilies that stood out against the pure white of her dress. She walked over to Ginny and pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you so much for helping me." Hermione said emotionally.

"Hey! No tears we spent ages on your make up this morning." Ginny joked. "Now come on before Oliver starts to think that you've run off."

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Twelve Years Later

Hermione sat in her office, happily typing away at her brand new laptop Oliver had purchased for her thirty-first birthday. The seven books in her first series were on the shelf beside her. She was now starting something new. Something fresh. She had spent the last year writing notes and creating plots for a brand new book.

She had taken a couple of years off just after the wedding when she had been pregnant. And when she had first had her child.

She was interrupted from her work by the heavy footsteps on the stairs thudding towards the room she was in and sure enough seconds later the door burst open. And her husband ran excitedly into the room.

"He joined the Quidditch team!" He exclaimed excitedly pointing to the letter he had in his hand. "He got in he's a chaser! Our little boy is going to follow in his daddy's footsteps."

"Oh no!" Hermione protested, "He's not going to be like you! I want him to have a chance to have a life."

"So he's not going to be a writer then." Oliver teased.

"What else does he say?" Hermione asked pointing to the letter.

"That he wants Fred and George to send him more free stuff because they're planning a war against the Slytherins and they need as much supplies as they could possibly get their hands on. He wants us to send his best broom over for when practise starts up." Oliver read from the letter. "Blah, blah, blah I'll be home for the Easter holidays but not half term, blah, your only son, James."

"Nothing about school work?" Hermione asked with a sigh.

"Of course not!" Oliver looked at her with horror. "Now how's this book coming along?"

"Not too bad really." Hermione said with a small smile.

"How about a month in Paris to fuel the imagination? We've still got a long while until James finishes the term." Oliver suggested with a sly grin.

"Ever since you stopped playing Quidditch you've been nothing but a bad influence to me." Hermione said walking over to her husband and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I know," Oliver whispered against her mouth "I'm awful aren't I?"

"Ok pack some clothes and we'll go tomorrow." Hermione said with a smile. "How about if we ask if Ginny and Seamus come along? I'm sure Molly won't mind looking after Emily for a few days and they could do with a break."


A/N – So here's the end of this fiction, thank you for your support and encouragement. This was actually written in one week, mainly at times between midnight and three am, during my Easter holidays. I started it when I couldn't sleep one night and most of it is written in a state of sleep deprivation. I hope you enjoyed reading it.


My wonderful reviwers -

Princess of The Shadow Land,
Atomic Elf,
Angryteabag,
RandomSmirf13,
Fuzzypuff,
FlairVerona


Many thanks,
Grace.