Hermione leaned on Draco as they walked down the hall of St. Mungo's. It had been so long since she had walked, she was having a lot of trouble with it.

Oh, and there was that minor issue of her being used to walking with two legs, rather than one. Adapting was rather difficult.

"I'm thinking you should go the Mad-eye Moody route," Draco was saying as he supported the majority of her weight. "You know, wooden leg. Might be a good look."

Hermione snorted and struggled to move the crutch she had tucked under her right arm. "Yeah, right."

"Don't discount it until you try it."

Hermione ignored him. "Muggles have prosthetic legs. They can make them look pretty real. Might have to do that. And I'm sure magic could improve them considerably."

"You could just stay in bed the rest of your life." Draco was getting impatient now and was almost dragging her down the hallway. "Merlin, you're slow."

"I never want to get in another bed again," Hermione whined, ignoring his last comment. "I've spent the last couple of months in one."

"Not even with me as your faithful servant?"

"Draco, I could hardly afford you as my servant. All of my money is going to be spent on hospital bills."

"Oh, don't worry about those," Draco said nonchalantly. "Taken care of."

Hermione stopped walking and jerked her arm away from him, managing, just barely, to balance on her crutch. "I told you I'd take care of those."

"Hermione, it's not a problem. I was rich before the cure – now it's just excessive. Anyway, you're the one who thought of Skelegro, so I owe you half the profits."

"You saved my life, you prat. You don't owe me anything."

"You saved your own life, really," Draco pointed out as he put his arm back around Hermione and forced her to resume walking down the hall. "All I did was remove your infectious leg. But glad I could help."

"I'm serious, Draco, I don't want your money."

"Fine, you can pay me back." Draco smirked at her. "I want to finish Lost together. I need to know if Kate ends up with Jack or Sawyer."

Hermione smiled at him. "You drive a hard bargain, Malfoy. But I think I can manage."

"One more thing." Hermione looked at him, eyebrows raised expectantly.

"You need to take me on ten dates. I think that should cover what you owe."

Hermione tried to slap him on the arm, and almost lost her balance in the process. "Taking you to the kinds of places you're used to would run me more dry than the hospital bills would."

"Fine," Draco said, as he pulled Hermione against him. "I'm paying."

the end

A/N: This is a short last chapter, I know. But I figure since the story is almost 60,000 words a short epilogue would be okay.

I am soooo glad this story is over. I'd like to thank akaStrobe, who beta'd most of this story for me until her real life understandably got in the way for the last few chapters. So any mistakes are my own. I'd also like to thank my reviewers, since if this story hadn't received reviews I probably would have just quit it. Also I thank my boyfriend who forced me, practically against my will, to continue writing this story to its completion. It is a good day to finish this story as it is my birthday in 20 minutes, so it's like a birthday present to finally have it done and not have to worry about it anymore.

Basically I favor the whole "open ending" concept so ... that's what I tried to do and if I failed, I apologize.

I can't think of anything else to say except that I will probably eventually write another story and post it here (I already have one started) so if you think you'd like to read it you can add me to author alerts, otherwise I might just update on this story to let people know when I've started posting it (might not be for awhile, since I want to finish it before I start posting it.) I want to give a teaser though:

"We've already donated countless amounts to the restoration effort," Draco ticked off on his fingers as he continued, "personally labored to help restore Hogwarts, you've done an interview with The Quibbler, and we've even given money to muggle charities. Short of me hooking up with a Mud-"

"Draco, that word."

Draco cleared his throat. He and his mother were trying to eliminate the word "mudblood" from their vocabularies so that they'd never be caught saying it in public. "Muggle-born, I don't think there's anything we can do."

His mother's eyes lit up at the last thing he said, and Draco suddenly realized his mistake. He began backtracking instantly. "Not that I would be willing to do that," he rushed out, but his mother's expression didn't change. "Mother," he said after a pause. "It was a joke."

Narcissa nodded blankly, her expression still the same, one of revelation. "That's nice, dear." She stood up, straightening her deep purple robes. "I'll just be…" she gestured in a random direction and took off walking without completing her sentence.

Draco wondered if he should be worried.

So, there you have it. Thanks for reading and reviewing and I hope you all like the ending (and even if you don't, well, it will just have to be like the actual HP epilogue, huh? At least there's no Albus Severus in mine.)