Quick response to Blond_Gamer_Girl: I have to agree you were spot on with what I have to work with. I realized it after I wrote this, along with after reading your review, that I rarely mentioned scents or tastes. I will definitely incorporate the others senses in the sequel and future pieces I write. I used the Britishisms that I knew, but I also knew that my Canadian-style of speech/language was definitely coming out. I'm trying to get more and more into the British colloquialism, but, you know, I'm Canadian through and through, so please excuse my silly errors. However, I am glad you pointed it out because I knew I wasn't spot on when it came to that. Thank you so much for the critical criticism, I truly appreciate it.

Warning: long-ass epilogue. Haha. Also some lemony goodness at the end. Yum, yum.

Enjoy this final chapter of Hermione and Draco's journey of learning to love.

Last Disclaimer for this story: I own nothing and this makes me sad because something tells that I could've made money off of this fic. Meh, I'm still poor. Lame.

Much thanks to dail-of-the-air who pointed out a couple silly mistakes I made. You get a special batch of e-cookies. ^.^


"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from." – T.S. Eliot

The skirt bounced around her ankles as she bounded down the hallway, unable to contain the excitement that coursed through her. Her feet slapped cheerfully against the stone floor, smile broad with joy as she hummed a familiar, seasonal tune.

He walked behind her, enjoying the sight of her jumping and dancing about, appearing carefree and as though there were nothing in the world to cause worry. He had never seen her so happy; she had always had some lines of tension across her brow, her face usually drawn in some way or form that indicated stress, her body tense from the latest anxiety-inducing event. Today, however, she was as carefree as a young child.

The second both of her feet hit the floor, he slipped behind her and twined his hands around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. She let out a soft mewling sound of pleasure and rubbed against him, unable to contain the excitement.

Lowering his head, he placed a tender kiss against her throat. "What has you in such a good mood?"

Arching back against him, revelling in the sensation of his butterfly kisses on her warming flesh, Hermione murmured back, "This is the best day of my life."

"Really?" He placed a few kisses to her exposed collarbone, rubbing her hipbone with his thumb. "Explain."

"Firstly," she replied with a soft gasp, "it's Christmas and I love Christmas. Second, my parents don't hate you." He let out a quiet laugh, smiling against her throat. "And thirdly, just two days ago, I found out that you love me."

"So fucking corny," he muttered, biting down on her skin. "I never knew you had a romantic side."

Turning in his arms to press a heated kiss to his lips, she dragged her nails down his back. "There were a lot of things you didn't know about me," she reminded him.

Sliding his hands down to cup her buttocks, he growled into the kiss, darting his tongue into her mouth to battle for dominance. Pulling away, gasping for air as warm, electrical pulses shot through his body, he muttered, "I didn't know that you were such a horny little minx."

Sultry laughter bubbled out of her throat and he felt himself harden even more. "Draco," she replied, placing several kisses to his lips, "I quite like that nickname you have for me."

"I knew you would," he said, moving his mouth down to take hers in another passionate kiss.

She pulled away, however, seconds before his lips could claim hers, and more of that sultry laughter came out of her mouth. "We can't," she said, "we'll be late for Christmas supper."

Reaching out, he grabbed her and pulled her back against him, ensuring that she felt his hardened length pressing against her thigh. "Do you really think I care about being late for supper?"

"You might not," she said with another laugh, gently pulling out of his embrace, "but I do. I love Christmas supper and besides, Dennis is saving us a couple of seats."

"How do you expect me to sit comfortably with a raging hard-on?" he replied.

Rolling her eyes, she moved to the flight of stairs and was about halfway down before she turned around to give him a broad smile. "Easy, you sit down and eat. I'm sure that you've had to deal with those…things…before. Just move it or something."

"I can't just move it," he snapped, rushing after her as she bounded down the stairs, acting very much like a child in a candy store.

"I've seen you do it before," she replied with a rather chiding yet cheerful tone.

"You have?" he choked out, stopping halfway down the stairs to goggle at her. "You've…since when have you been watching me?"

Rolling her eyes a second time, she turned at the base of the steps to send a reproachful look his way. "I wasn't watching you, I just happened to turn and look, and I happened to see you shove your hand down your pants and shift like you were moving it. To be honest, at that point in time, it made me feel somewhat nauseous."

His slowly opened and shut his mouth for a good full minute as the shock wore away from his system. Annoyance began to replace the shock and his brow twitched uncomfortably above his left eye.


Nodding, she flashed him another smile. "Yeah. I mean, that was before I realized how attractive you are; you were nothing but a gross git to me back at the beginning of this year. Then I realized that you are a handsome git," she laughed. "Now hurry up; I don't want to miss Headmistress McGonagall's opening speech; I want to see if she says something odd like Dumbledore used to do."

Gritting his teeth, he slowly made his way down the stairs, towering over her as he fought back the irritation of being called a git. Damn that woman; she lived to annoy the hell of out him, didn't she?

"I'm not a git," he ground out, sending her a furious glare.

Her grin broadened as she reached out and patted his shoulder. "Yes, you are," she replied, turning around and heading down the hallway.

He rushed after her, grabbing onto her arm to yank her around. She looked up at him with something resembling boredom in her eyes. "Take it back," he said.

"I can't," she sighed.


"Two reasons," she replied, holding up her hand to show him two fingers. "Number one; no takesey-backseys, and number two; I can't lie. If I 'took it back,' and said that you weren't a git, then I would be a lying, wouldn't I?"

"Hermione," he ground out, lowering his face to hers, leaving barely a breadth of distance between their lips. "Take it back or I will be forced to show you that I am not a git."

Her eyes flashed with the prospect of a challenge and she pulled out of his hold, stepping away several feet. "Go ahead and try. I bet I'll make it to the Great Hall before you even prove it." With that, she spun around and began sprinting for the Great Hall.

"Oy!" he shouted, running after her, "No running in the hallways! I'll remove House Points as Head Boy!"

"You're a boy alright," she laughed back, reaching the main staircase.

"I am a man and you know it!"

Halfway down the stairs, she dared to stop and look back, quite pleased with the panting silhouette she saw at the top of the steps. Smirking, she shrugged her shoulders as she placed a finger to her lips.

"Really? Then how come you're called Head Boy instead of Man?"

"It's the school that gave the title, not me," he replied, making his way down the stairs.

"Oh really?"

"Yah really."

He reached out to grab her and she bounced down several steps, grinning mischievously. "No way."

Frowning, he moved after her, she always a few steps below him, grinning in a childish manner that made his heart leap with joy. He was so used to seeing her tense and stressed, to see this childish, carefree streak, to watch her jump and bounce about, to laugh high and happily, it made his mind glow with happiness.

It was the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld, even though she was annoying the hell out of him.

Dancing at the bottom of the stairs, she waited impatiently for him to chase after her, the wide open doors of the Great Hall just in sight.

"Come on, Draco, I dare you," she laughed, wiggling her hips in a rather enticing manner.

Blood boiled in his veins, and, he hated to admit it, it was not because he was irked. Clenching his fists, he took the last few steps in a slow, sleek walk that he knew made her mouth water. He took his time, taking each step with a careful yet primal stride that he knew resembled a predator on the chase.

Her mouth did fill with water and her blood began to heat in her veins as he walked that sensual walk of his. She hadn't even need to tell him just how arousing the walk was; he just knew. He was so sleek, so much like a smooth, powerful predator, and she knew that she was the prey. He planned on killing her, using pleasure and ecstasy to destroy every fibre of her being. And she wasn't going to stop him.

The second his feet hit the floor, she was already rooted to the spot. If drool were dripping out of her mouth right now, she didn't give a damn. He was giving her that dark, stormy gaze he had reserved for her only; the passionate clouds of his eyes, flashing with lightning of arousal.

She loved his eyes…

He reached out to touch her, moving forward to grasp her and pull her into a pleasure-filled kiss, and she didn't want to fight back. She wanted to let him, to let him pull her into the kiss even though they risked being caught by every single classmate and professor in the room beyond.

Just as his fingers brushed her shoulder, bare from her low-necked top, reason filtered back into her mind and she shook her head. Donning her vibrant smile, she twirled on the spot, using the momentum and movement to dance away from him.

She swore she heard him growl out several expletives.

"Come on," she teased, moving towards the Great Hall, wriggling her hips with every step. "We can't be late; Headmistress McGonagall will chide us and besides," she turned to wink at him, "don't you want to eat the delicious Christmas supper?"

Growling, he moved after her, faster and more powerful than before, the predator with its prey in sight and moving in for the kill. She was stuck, immobilized by his fierce stare, oblivious to the curious eyes watching from within the Great Hall.

Gripping her arm, he yanked her body flush against his and a brilliant blush of arousal covered her cheeks. Sweat began to dot her brow and she swallowed thickly, unable to tear her eyes away from his gaze.

"I'm hungry," he snarled softly against her ear, closing his eyes with delight as her body shivered involuntarily. "But it's not for food."

Her eyes slowly shut, lips parting as though expecting to receive a passionate kiss. Instead, just as his lips were a breath away from hers, he pulled back and planted a kiss to her cheek.

"Granger, honestly, pay attention to where you walk," he sighed in an exaggeratingly loud voice that carried across the suddenly silent Great Hall. "That mistletoe could have posed a serious problem if you had been stuck with someone like Goyle."

Pulling away, he rolled his eyes and grinned at her, tugging her into the Great Hall. The blush still covered her cheeks, her body still ached, and she wanted to hit him fifty times over for his damn pathetic kiss, but at the same time, she was both grateful that the mistletoe had not been enchanted and that he had been able to think clearly.

She would have just snogged him senseless, uncaring of those who watched.

Several curious eyes followed them as they took their seats beside Dennis, but they managed to ignore the stares; they had both dealt with the watchful eyes of their fellow classmates several times.

Finally able to catch her bearings, Hermione sat back on her seat and took in the full sight of the Great Hall in Christmas decoration. The twelve tall trees shone brilliantly amidst the soft glow of the candles hovering in the air. The four House tables had been pushed into one, where every student sat together, and she was pleased to see that there was far more inter-house mingling this year than there had been in the past. The teachers were still at their table, some wearing festive garb, such as Hagrid and his Santa Hat or Professor Sprout with a lovely yet gigantic poinsettia attached to her hat.

It was beautiful, she noted with a sigh.

After the Headmistress's opening speech, wishing all of the students a Happy Christmas, the feast began and the tables were laden with a variety of foods, from the typical to the unusual.

Blaise slipped through the seats and managed to squeeze across from Hermione and Draco, pushing right between Seamus and a Gryffindor third year. There were several shocked stares exchanged; why were two Slytherins sitting with the Gryffindors? Perhaps it wasn't because they were Slytherin, but because they were Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, two of the most notable anti-Gryffindor Slytherins in the school.

"Ah, uh…Zabini, are ye sure ye want to sit there?" Seamus asked, too flabbergasted to be spiteful towards the Slytherin.

The dark-skinned man paused, hand halfway to the potatoes, and turned to look at Seamus with a questioning stare. "I didn't know that we had to sit anywhere specific; it's one table."

"I…I know…" Seamus said, clearly embarrassed, "but…it's just that…ye never really showed any…"

"Love for the Gryffindors? No, I suppose not," he replied, sending a smile to Hermione and Draco. "But, I must admit that myself and another," he gestured to Draco, "have taken a fancy to breaking down old walls."

"Oh…I thought he just sat there 'cause of Hermione being a Head and all," Seamus muttered, face reddening.

"Don't be embarrassed," Draco said, earning a quick glare from the Irish boy. "Blaise and I just figured that, since it's Christmas, it would be the perfect time to make the first…dents in the wall. You can go back to hating me with all your heart after dinner, but for now…how about we try and put the past behind us?" He stretched over, gesturing for a handshake from Seamus.

Dean and Seamus exchanged curious looks and the Slytherin boys could see the wheels turning in their minds. Hell, Draco wondered just why he had even spoken; he could have easily had a nice, quiet meal with Hermione and had been on his way. But, when he glanced over to Hermione and saw the pride in her eyes, he knew that he had made the right move. Tear down the old bridges and build new ones, he thought as Seamus suddenly grinned.

"Ye're alright, mate, for a Slytherin" Seamus said, taking Draco's hand in his own.

Smiling, Draco clenched his hand and shook it. "You seem alright, too, for an Irish boy."

Hermione laughed and watched as Draco and Blaise took turns shaking hands with Dean and Seamus, quite glad to see that there was at least some progression going on with inter-house unity. If only her two friends could be more open about it.

Dinner went out without any event. The food was plentiful and the best that they had ever tasted in years, the discussion ranging from topics about school to sports, and myriad of other subjects that were not insulting or sensitive. Eventually, as their stomachs began to fill and joy was spread through the room, the thoughts and memories of past hatreds began to fade away.

Hermione picked up an exploding cracker from the table, grinning at Draco as she held out the other half to him.

"Want to bet on what it is?" she asked.

"If I'm right, what do I get?" he asked, taking a swig of cranberry juice.

She shrugged. "The item."

He leaned over to her, his hand slipping onto her knee under the table as he rubbed her hand with his thumb. "I don't like that," he whispered. "How about I get something a little more…interesting?"

Shaking her head as she laughed loudly, she slid her free hand under the table to clasp his, rubbing the back of his hand with her fingers. "No, you get the item and nothing else. If I'm right, I get it."

"And what if we're both wrong?"

"I'll give it to Dennis."


"Deal with it," she replied with a grin. "I bet it's a miniature Santa Claus."

"I'm going for a miniature Firebolt," he replied. Smiling broadly, he tugged on the other side of the item, and she laughed loudly as it exploded loudly, sending streamers flying about. Tugging one off of her nose, she let out a loud laugh at the sight before her.

"It's Santa…"

"…riding a Firebolt," Draco finished.

They reached out for the item in unison; both pulled and then stopped, staring at each other. Suddenly, the duo burst into bright and happy laughter at the way their situation turned out.

Eventually, they settled for a game of Rock, Paper, and Scissors, which Hermione won with ease. As a result, she had to listen to Draco's accusations that she had cheated because her hand came out 0.2 seconds after his and she had had ample time to see what he had chosen.

She then replied that he could have easily used his Legilimency to see what she was choosing and that someone that stupid didn't deserve to win the toy.

Just as Draco was about to send back a snide reply, Dennis shoved two bundles of paper into their arms. Pausing, the twosome glanced down at the journals, staring in confusion at the mousey-haired boy who had produced them.

"You remember those pictures I took? Well, remember that I said they for an article I was doing for Christmas spirit? Here's the final copy," Dennis said with a broad, proud grin on his face. "I wanted you two to be the first to get them; I'm passing out the rest with pudding."

Hermione picked up the paper and looked at the front page with a broad grin. 'Heads Join in the Christmas Spirit: Inter-House Unity Promoted' screamed at her in big, bold letters. The picture just under there words was of Hermione and Draco wrapping the garland around the tree. Of course, it had to have been the one where Draco had been stuck behind the fir tree.

"You just had to pick this one, didn't you?" Draco sighed, resisted the urge to smack the smaller boy.

"I thought that it would be funny," Dennis chuckled.

"You do realize that I might have to kill you now, right?"

Swallowing thickly, Dennis paled and Hermione tsked loudly, elbowing Draco in the ribs. "Don't say such things," she chided, turning back to look at the article. "This is wonderful, Dennis."

A faint blush replaced the pallor of the boys' cheeks as Hermione grinned over to him, ignoring the glares Draco was sending her way. "R…really?" Dennis stammered, clearly at a loss for words at the simple praise.

"Yes," she said, flipping through the pages, looking at photograph after photograph of Hermione and Draco decorating the Heads' Tower. "It's beautiful; you've really captured the Christmas spirit with it. I love the little side articles and pictures, with the students playing in the snow, Hagrid and Flitwick decorating the Hall. I think it's something we really needed." Reaching over, she pulled Dennis into a tight hug, unable to stop herself from grinning. "It's amazing."

"You're not just lying to make me feel good, are you?" Dennis asked.

Shaking her head, she pulled away and mussed his hair. "Not at all."

All the while, Blaise was watching with an amused expression as Draco seethed with a mixture of annoyance and jealousy. Hell, the blond's face was practically green as he watched Hermione hug a man other than him. It made Blaise want to get stuck under the mistletoe with Hermione just to spite his friend.

It would prove to be quite entertaining.

Of course, Luna would side with him for it, too, considering that she would find the jealousy quite fun.

Hell, she might even try to make Draco even more jealous by reminding him of exactly what was going on.

Discussion became louder as dessert replaced the main course, particularly with the passing out of the Christmas articles. Several students talked loudly about being in a few photographs building snowmen, while several Gryffindors and Slytherins gawked loudly at the images of Hermione and Draco decorating the Heads' Tower. Seamus choked on his plum pudding while Dean snorted out a large amount of milk as they stared at the front page.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"How did you get him to behave, Hermione?"

She laughed and waved off their questions, still ignoring Draco's glares, until she heard a loud curse beside her.

"You liar!" he shouted.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, completely oblivious to the reason behind this outburst.

He shuffled with his article before shoving it into her face. Squinting due to the close proximity of the writing, she gently pushed it away from her eyes to look over the image with curiosity.

"What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?"

His finger made its way in front of the page, jabbing at the picture. "Here, right here, you hanging up that bloody mistletoe."

"Oh, well…what's so special about hanging mistletoe?" she asked, voice slowly cracking as she realized that it was a picture of her using magic to hang it.

"You're using magic," he hissed, lowering the paper so that she could see his flashing eyes. "And you gaze me hell whenever I used it."

"Well…you weren't supposed to…"

"That's right…we weren't supposed to use magic, were we? Well, somebody is going to pay for this, aren't they?" he threatened, shaking the paper in front of her eyes.

Turning her head to send a glare Dennis's way, she watched as the boy cowered in his seat, all the while fighting back laughter.

"Draco, calm down," Blaise sighed from across the table. "So she used magic, it's not the end of the world."

"It is when she spent an hour bitching to me about me using magic!" Draco snapped.

"She did?"

"Yes! A whole hour because I was using magic to hang the garland on the bookshelves! Honestly, it's difficult to hang it there! I needed to use magic! She could have just gone up a few steps and hung the mistletoe!"

"I didn't want you to know it was there," she said suddenly. Her hands clapped to her mouth as a blush covered her cheeks as she realized what she had just said.

He narrowed his eyes at her words and leaned over again, tightening his grip on her knee. "And why is that, Ms. Granger?"

She had no idea why, but the way he spoke her name, how he spoke to her like she was a student, it made her knees go weak and her body heat up to extreme temperatures. Losing her breath as her heart began to thunder in her chest, she could do nothing but stare at him, unable to speak, unwilling to move away from him.

Besides, she dimly realized through the fog of need, if she stayed quiet as long as possible, she could avoid answering his question.

"It's a Muggle tradition," Dean suddenly piped in, completely oblivious to the lustful glances being exchanged between the Slytherin Prince and Gryffindor Princess. "You can't know it's there because then you'll just avoid it. You hang it somewhere where people might not see it and leave everything else up to chance."

Seamus nodded his head in agreement, although he didn't know as much as Dean concerning Muggle traditions. He assumed that if he just heartily agreed to whatever Dean said, it was the right thing.

"That's right," Blaise said with a nod, aware of their gazes and clearly affected by the sexual tension as he fidgeted with the collar of his green turtleneck. "Now, if you could just ease off of Hermione, Draco, we could enjoy the rest of this meal."

Pulling back a bit to give Blaise a shocked look, he mouthed silently for a minute before finally dragging out the words. "But she used magic."

"It's not the end of the world," Hermione snapped, thankful for Blaise and Dean and their ability to diffuse the situation, and Blaise's wondrous skill at distracting Draco. She took a moment to mentally compose herself before speaking again. "You used magic several times, if I'm not mistaken."

Huffing loudly, Draco turned to her and muttered softly, "You'll pay for this," before shoving a forkful of cake into his mouth.

Leaning over, in pretence that she wanted to examine the picture he had pointed out, she murmured so that only he could hear, "I look forward to it."

Choking on the cake, he pounded his fist to his chest as his fellow classmates laughed around him, everyone but Blaise unaware of what Hermione could have just said.

"I'm proud of you," she said softly, separating form the heated kiss.

"Are you now?" he replied, pressing a gently kiss to her temple. "How so?"

Nuzzling his throat, she murmured a softly reply; "Because, you took the first step." Opening her eyes, she smiled at his questioning gaze and continued. "Inter-house unity, Draco. You and Blaise just did the one thing nobody else has done between Slytherin and Gryffindor; you offered a hand of friendship."

"Yeah, well," he said, lowering his lips to her throat, "it seemed a lot better than to have a huge fight break out. Besides," he added as he nipped her flesh, earning a gasp in response, "it's Christmas."

Her arms lifted to drape around his shoulders, tugging him closer, pulling his mouth to hers for another passionate kiss. Their tongues darted out, twining and twirling around each other, performing that timeless mating ritual where they explored each other's mouth until they were satisfied and continued for mere pleasure alone.

He pushed her back against the wall and she stumbled, foot tripping over a mop, letting out a rather loud curse.

"Hush," Draco said, licking her earlobe. "We wouldn't want anyone nearby to hear."

"It's your fault," she mumbled, torn between the pain of her ankle and the pleasure of his lips. "You couldn't wait; you just had to sneak into this damn broom closet."

He laughed against her ear, causing shivers to race down her spine and gooseflesh to rise over her skin. "I believe it's your fault," he said quietly, placing butterfly kisses along the column of her throat, "for wearing this damn thing."

"It's nothing special," she managed to gasp out as his teeth found flesh.

He ran his hands over the red silk skirt, finding the almost imperceptible slit that ran along the left side. "You've been enticing me this whole time," he said, lowering his lips to her collarbone. "This damn skirt, so fucking soft…it hugs your curves, and that little flash of leg you would give…fuck, so hot."

"Again," she whimpered, arching back as her eyes slowly shut, "it's, ah, nothing special."

"And this top," he added, voice lowering into a husky growl as his lips traced the low neckline, from where the sleeves hung off of her shoulders, to the slight bit of cleavage where the scoop neck was lowest. "So unbelievably sexy…it's so tight, so hot, it hugs you and damn…every time you moved, I swore you flashed me your fucking tits." His hand reached up to cup a breast, delighted to feel the nipple hard through the material.

"Draco," she whined, as his other hand traced the bare flesh of her thigh, fingers dancing nearer and nearer to her core.

"I couldn't wait," he growled, lowering the neck to expose her bra-clad breasts. Growling with pleasure, he nuzzled her chest, delighted to see her wearing a lacy green bra. "I didn't know you had any green lingerie."

"It's a bra," she murmured, hands delving into his hair to tangle her fingers in his locks. "And it's festive."

He laughed softly before taking a pink nipple in his mouth. Her grip tightened on his hair as his fingers traced the outline of her panties, and he let out a growling curse when he found them sopping.

"You couldn't wait either," he said softly.

Dragging her nails across his scalp, she shifted under his touch, letting out a low, mewling cry as his fingers slid into her dampness. "Not with you touching me like that," she panted out. "Draco…please don't…"

"Don't what?" he whispered, lifting himself to his full height, sliding her skirt up her thighs.

"Don't stop," she whimpered, opening her eyes to meet his heated gaze. The whiskey orbs had darkened, thick, aged brandy that screamed words of passion to him.

"Never," he groaned, tearing her panties to the side, quickly unbuckling and lowering his pants. "Never, ever." He wrapped her legs around his waist and surged forward, sheathing himself in her tight, velvet warmth.

They made love, slow and heated, taking their time until he could no longer control himself. When she arched back against and whispered his name into the shadows, when her body clenched tightly around his as pleasured consumed her senses, the primal beast within roared for freedom and tore itself from its confinement.

Their panting cries filled the air, the scent of sex permeating through the enclose space, the only sounds where those of their lust-filled cries and the wetness sliding down her thighs. Their hearts beat wild tattoos, beating to the same passionate rhythm as their kisses burned them to the core. He pressed against her, sliding all the way into her soul until they did not know where one ended and the other began. They became united in body, soul and mind.

When her lips met his in a fierce kiss, when her body contracted around his as her nails scored his back, he roared out her name as he spilled his seed inside of her, consumed by the passion of their love-making.

Panting heavily, they leaned against the wall, unable to move for a good while before, in the soft afterglow and silence of sex, they adjusted their clothes. Stepping out of the closet, Draco yanked Hermione over to press her to his side, draping his arm over her shoulders. Rather taken aback by the blatant possessive and loving gesture, she eyed for a moment before leaning into his embrace.

"You know," he said after they walked a few feet, "I hope that you used some form of contraception."

Blushing darkly, she elbowed him in the side. "Thanks for ruining the moment."

Grinning down at her, he enjoyed watching her huff away as she tossed his arm from her shoulders. "Hermione, you do realize what will happen if you get pregnant, right?"

"And you do realize that I'm smarter you're making me out to be," she replied, spinning around to glare at him. Slowly, she blinked as she caught sight of the true concern in his eyes. Sighing heavily, she rubbed the hickey he had placed on her neck and felt a faint blush of embarrassment trace over her cheeks. "Sorry," she mumbled, "I overreacted. I…"

"Oh, hold the press! Hermione Granger, The Hermione Granger, just apologised to me!" Draco shouted, arms spread wide for all to see. It was too bad that nobody else was around to watch as Hermione rushed over and stomped on his foot. "What did you do that for?" he shouted, kneeling to hold his injured limb.

"Because you're a git," she said, standing over him with her hands on her hips. "And I will let you know that I am on the pill."

"What's that?'

Rolling her eyes, she sighed heavily at his lack of knowledge concerning all things Muggle-based. "It's a Muggle contraceptive. I take the pill and it prevents me from getting pregnant, and, since wizards, witches and Muggles are made up of the same basic material, it is effective against wizards and Muggles."

"Really? That's amazing!"

"Don't try flattery, Draco, it won't work." Turning around she moved a few feet away. "Are you coming or no?"

"So you can't get pregnant? Because I forgot to perform anti-pregnancy charms and so did you," he pointed out, moving over to her.

"It's barely a 1% chance that I'll get pregnant," she replied. "Besides, I got my period last week, so the chances are even slimmer, since I'm due to ovulate for another few weeks."

"That explains your bitchiness," he said, earning a glare from her.

"Shove it, Draco."

"You know you love my snarky attitude," he added, draping his arm back over her shoulders.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she couldn't help it; she couldn't be angry at him for long when he smiled like that. That bright, joyous boyish grin that made him look so carefree and happy. Grinning back, she leaned into his embrace and wrapped her arm around his waist. "And I know you love my bitchy attitude."

"That depends on whether you hurt me or not."

Digging her elbow into his ribs, she feigned an innocent smile and he burst into laughter. Walking down the hall, the two of them knew that, sooner or later, they would have to face the consequences of their relationship. But right now, at this exact moment in time, they didn't give a damn about the future. All that mattered was that they had each other and they would deal with everything else when it was time.

Holy cow!

I'm done!



I don't want it to end!!!!!

But there will be a sequel!!!!! Which I have already started. Notice how I left the Ron issue open? Well, that's the plot of the sequel; they will have to deal with the consequences of their love and try to get everyone to understand. Oh, I feel like squealing with joy.

I want to thank everyone for their support and love, and for staying with me from the very beginning. Thank you all for admitting your obsession with checking you emails every day and for telling me how much my chapters made your days. Every kind word made my days even better.

Thank you guys, for everything. I don't know if I would have been able to finish this if it weren't for you.

Thank you for the 700+ reviews; I never expected this to get so many responses.

Thank you.

You guys have been amazing and I love you all so much. I'll be sad to not see my inbox full of your words of supports, encouragement, and kindness. At least until I start the next one, eh?

Please, everyone, do not forget to vote for the title of my next fic, as I'm unsure of what to title it. The poll is up on my profile page.

Again, thank you all so much for everything!!!!!! I'll miss you guys!!!


See you later and take care everyone!


Hermione x Draco FOREVER!

P.S. I know that some things are a little weird, such as Seamus and Dean accepting of Blaise and Draco, but this will be explained in more detail in my sequel. I kind of jumbled things together a little too much in the epilogue; I had a lot to write, but I didn't want to overdo it or make it too late, so excuse my pushing-together of the last chapter.