Disclaimer: In my epilogue, Draco would be the hottest 37 year old man alive, complete with a full head of gorgeous, luscious, run-your-fingers-through-it hair. Thus, all rights (and blame) belong to JK Rowling.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone's who reviewed! I really can't thank you guys enough. I apologize for not personally replying to each review but life got in the way. I will try to do better, I promise.
So, finally, here's part two of the epilogue! Again, please keep in mind that these are merely glimpses – various little moments in their lives after the story. More like drabbles, really. Please don't expect anything profound or intense. The main story ended with Chapter 33. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this and as always, please let me know what you think!
Epilogue Part II
Epilogue Part II
The Minister of Magic is hosting a dinner for all ambassadors and prominent businessman of the international magical community this Thursday evening. The prestigious event, whose guest list reads like a Who's Who of the wizarding world, is being held amidst rumours of a tumultuous marriage and impending divorce between the Minister and his wife Genevieve Dawson, née Harrington. Some speculate that... (for more details on the rumoured divorce turn to page 5. Who was invited? Who was left out? For the exclusive guest list, turn to page 7)
"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked as they walked up a long driveway toward a stately manor. Her husband had been staring at her since they apparated onto the property a few minutes ago.
"Have I told you how amazing you look tonight?" Draco replied, marvelling at how the lighted path seemed to make his wife glow with ethereal beauty beside him.
"You may have mentioned it a couple of times," Hermione said, giving him a soft smile.
They had arrived at the door but Hermione turned to Draco before reaching for the knocker.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I know how much you hate these things – "
Draco cut her off with a kiss.
"I may hate these stuffy dinners but you forget love, that I'm a Malfoy. I've been doing 'these things' since I was born. Besides, I can't let the old geezers in there ogle you all night unchallenged." At Hermione's warning look, he added. "Don't worry, I'll be on my best behaviour."
Hermione leaned closer to him. "Be on your best behaviour," she whispered. "And later tonight, I'll make sure to be on my worst."
With a groan, Draco captured her lips once more.
Suddenly, the door opened, causing Draco and Hermione to jump apart. Blood rushed to Hermione's face as she met the eyes of their host for the evening.
"Ah Draco! Welcome! So good of you to come!" Genevieve greeted with a smile after a moment. She leaned over to pull him in, giving him a hug and kiss on both cheeks. She looked at Hermione behind him. "Hermione," she acknowledged with a nod and a tight smile.
Once a house elf collected their coats, Genevieve led them to the parlour.
"What a beautiful house you have here Genevieve," Hermione commented.
"Oh yes, as the Head of State we must have the best of the best. Of course, it doesn't hurt that I have exquisite taste," Genevieve replied. "I swear, Harold will buy anything no matter how ugly it was as long as it's expensive," she added with a laugh.
The sound of silverware and china filled the room as the servers brought out the main course.
"Mr. Malfoy, I must congratulate you on the new wing of St. Mungo's. It's simply a stunning piece of architecture," said Eugene Dervish, owner of Dervish and Banges and Puddlemere United. "I'd like to have you design the new store we're opening in Paris."
"Thank you Mr. Dervish," Draco replied. "Contact my office and we can set up an appointment."
"I must say Draco, as a Pureblood and a Malfoy, it must be upsetting to have a wife with a more prominent career than you," Genevieve said.
Outraged at Genevieve's obvious attempt to divide them, Hermione clenched her fist under the table. Suddenly, she felt Draco's hand reach for her own. He gently loosened her fingers and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Even at school I always knew Hermione was better than me," Draco replied smoothly without missing a beat. "So it comes as no surprise that she would do extremely well for herself. I only wish I can accomplish half the things that she has," Draco finished with a smile.
"Besides," he added. "Everyone knows that the wife is, and always will be, the real master of the house. Isn't that right gentlemen?"
The whole room erupted in laughter.
After dinner, the guests congregated in the ballroom.
"Your negotiations with the Greek ministry were phenomenal my dear. You saved us all a lot of headache."
"Thank you Mrs. O'Malley. I was simply doing my job," Hermione answered.
"Oh, there's Mrs. Delacroix!" Mrs. O'Malley exclaimed, spotting the French Minister's wife. "Goodness, I haven't seen her in ages! Would you excuse me dear?"
"Of course," Hermione replied with a smile.
"Champagne?" Genevieve asked, walking up to Hermione.
"No, thank you."
"Oh yes, that's right! You're expecting a little one soon aren't you? How far along are you?"
"A little bit more than two months."
"Yes, you're starting to show. How quaint." Genevieve's smile was sickly sweet. "This would be your second?"
"Yes, my eldest daughter is two and a half," Hermione replied.
"Goodness, however do you manage that? A busy career, a toddler, and another one on the way – what a family!"
Hermione didn't miss Genevieve's insulting undertone. She was about to give a scathing reply when she saw Draco talking to two businessmen across the room. His face lit up when their eyes met and he gave her a wide smile.
Hermione let her happiness pervade her reply. "What a family, indeed!"