Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.

Epilogue: Six months later

Ginny was awoken by the sound of Draco grunting quietly, and when she saw that it was morning she knew she would never get back to sleep. Frost coated the windows outside like lace, making her grateful for the warmth of the bed. Her stomach growled, and that sealed the deal: she was getting up. Frowning tiredly, she shifted around in the cage of his arms until they were face to face, determined that if she had to be up he did too.

"Wake up, love," she murmured, brushing his hair away from his face. She kissed him lightly on the lips, making a quick mental note that no matter how he begged she wouldn't let him kiss her without brushing his teeth first.

"Merlin, what time is it?" he groaned, blinking awake. "Thanks a lot, Weasley," he grumped, rubbing his eyes with his fists. "I was having a fantastic dream involving you and edible body paint --"

"Oh please. Like your dream was any better than when we did that last week."

"Maybe I was reliving my favorite parts." When she started wiggling out of his grasp he pulled her back firmly to his chest. "And where do you think you're going?" He proceeded to snog her very thoroughly.

"Ugh, you taste horrid," Ginny teased, pushing him away. "Brush your teeth, I think a pygmy puff died in there."

"And you taste like mint, darling," Draco said dryly.

With more ribbing and plenty of flirting, Ginny eventually got away from him and dressed in comfortable sweatpants and Ron's Chudley Cannons shirt. "Why do you still wear that ratty old thing?" he had asked the first time he'd seen her wear it. After she'd explained about the shirt and the other random bits of her brothers's clothes that she kept, he had been surprisingly considerate and understanding.

"I'll have food on the table by the time you come down," she promised.

"I've always wanted to shag you on that table," he said, and she laughed on her way out, meanwhile thinking that the dining room table might actually be an excellent place. She had to hand it to him, he had a very active imagination.

Alecta came when Ginny snapped her fingers, and she ordered toast, eggs, tea, and bangers for them both. She was about to take her customary seat at the end of the table when suddenly someone barreled through the dining room door and it wasn't Draco.

"Ginny," Lupin gasped, and then Tonks came tripping in behind him. "Thank Merlin you're up."

"Shite, did both of you Apparate here?" Ginny said, not sure whether she should be more worried about the news they must have to warrant them coming all the way from London, or that they might have splinched themselves. "Are you all right?"

"We had several stopovers," Tonks said, while Lupin caught his breath. "We're fine. Where's Malfoy?"

"Right here," Draco said, stepping into the room in his dressing gown and pajama trousers. "Is something the matter?"

"No," Lupin said, and he grinned broadly. "Quite the opposite, actually. You both remember Sibyll Trelawney, of course?"

"That old bat?" Ginny snorted. "Couldn't stand her."

"She made the prophecy about Potter," Draco said.

"She's made another one, literally just a matter of hours ago," Tonks burst out. "There's going to be another Chosen One, but this time the prophecy explicitly says that --"

"Voldemort's going to lose," Lupin finished.

"Oh my God," Ginny whispered. "Oh my God!" She ran to Draco and threw her arms around his neck. "We can go home!"

"You didn't just come out here to tell us that, did you?" he said suspiciously. "An owl would have done the job just as well."

Lupin and Tonks shared a knowing look before turning back to Draco and Ginny. "We wanted to deliver the message in person," Lupin said, "because it involves the two of you."

"What?" Ginny said. "One of us is the new Chosen One?"

"We've been puzzling over it for hours now," Tonks said, "and we're ninety-nine percent sure now that we've deciphered it. I mean, we couldn't think of anyone else that answered to the descriptions given."

"'Like fire and ice, two houses of most ancient enmity meet,'" Lupin quoted. "We knew right away it was the two of you."

"So we're both the Chosen One?" Draco said, frowning.

"Nope," Lupin said, smiling. "But your son will be."

"Son?" Draco said, gray eyes wide. "But Ginny -- she's not even --"

"I am not pregnant," Ginny cried.

Lupin's eyes shone with silent mirth. "But Gin," he said, "are you so sure of that?"

"You should have seen Arthur's face when we figured out the prophecy," Tonks said, chuckling. "He said that the two of you had better be married if you were going to have a baby."

"Well then," Draco said, "that saves me the trouble of asking." He pulled his wand out of the pocket of his dressing gown and said, "Accio ring box." A black velvet box flew down from the upstairs, and he carelessly tossed it to Ginny, who nearly dropped it. "I was going to do it at supper tonight."

"Oh." Tonks and Lupin were grinning as broadly as ever, and Ginny's mind was still trying to catch up with the possibility that she might be pregnant, might be carrying the next Chosen One, and that Draco was doing an awful job of asking her to marry him. "Wait, you aren't even going to bother asking?" she spluttered, glaring up at him.

"What?" he said, glaring back. "I'm not going to let you have my child out of wedlock, so there's the ring.Would you want it done here or back in London? I think I'd rather my son be born in England, so we don't have to worry about citizenship issues later when he goes to save everyone." Draco looked rather smug at the idea of his son being a hero.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You're unbelievable, you know that?" She opened the box and found a ruby engagement ring -- though it was set in white gold. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor, she thought. Our child would be a sight to behold. "I want Dad and George to be there," she said, making up her mind on the spot, "and the remaining members of the Order."

"Done," Lupin said.

"I want to wear my mother's wedding robes," she added. "I think she put them in storage at Madam Malkin's."

"I can get those for you," Tonks offered.

"And I want to be married in the chapel in Ottery St. Catchpole," she finished.

"Malfoys are usually married at the sacred grove on our lands," Draco said.

"Well I'm not a Malfoy."

"You will be."

That was when it really hit her, what she had just agreed to. Grinning like an idiot, she took the ring out of the box and slid it onto the third finger of her left hand. Magically, it adjusted itself to fit.

"Your mum would be so happy for you," Tonks said, looking a bit misty around the eyes. "She always wanted to see her children settled."

"I wish she could be there," Ginny whispered, and Tonks reached out and hugged her tightly.

"I do hate to interrupt," Draco said, "but I think we'd better find out if Ginny is pregnant first."

"Would you still marry me if it turned out I wasn't?" Ginny said, releasing Tonks.

He snorted. "It would be difficult, but I think I could force myself to go through with it."

"Draco, I think you just made a joke."

"Malfoys don't make jokes."

Ginny laughed and threw her arms around him. "God, I hope our son avoids getting your sense of humor."