Hermione sat on the wooden garden seat looking out at the setting sun over the rolling hills behind her house. Closing her eyes, she took in the beautiful moment and breathed deeply.
"What the hell are you doing, Granger?"
Coming back down to reality, Hermione opened her eyes to witness Draco Malfoy jump over the back of the bench and land, somehow gracefully, next to her.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Draco? My name's Hermione. Maybe I should slap you again..."
The blonde man smirked, "Now, now, Granger, don't get violent."
"Merlin," continued the witch, "'Granger' hasn't even been my surname for years now!"
"What are you doing over here, all by yourself?" he asked, ignoring her complaints. Hermione looked the pale man over and couldn't help but think about how much Draco had changed over the years that she had known him. Sure, he was still an annoying, flirting, full of himself idiot, but he was a great friend. The number of ways that he had helped her over the years, and how he had been there through all the shit and still stood by her, and her friends and family, was amazing.
"Just taking a bit of time. You know... thinking stuff over."
"Shit, Hermione, it's your fiftieth birthday party, not your bloody funeral," Draco pointed up towards the house to where, on the large back patio, stood around forty people, all drinking, chatting and laughing.
"I know," said the brunette, "but the past fifty years has been such a whirlwind of adventures and drama. Do you think that we can all last another fifty?" she laughed, "Hell, a hundred?"
Draco placed an arm around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, Granger, I'm here! And hell, you haven't age all that badly..."
Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed his arm off her, "Oh, I feel so relieved. How very stupid of me to forget the wonderful, magnificent Draco Malfoy who makes me feel so special!" She laughed, "Are you sure that Ron hasn't been giving you lessons on how to make me feel like shit?"
"Mum?" came a voice from up behind them.
Hermione turned and spotted her youngest, looking down at them with a questioning look. "Coming, Love! Won't be long!" she called back.
Hermione stood and so did Draco.
"You know, Hermione," said Draco with a smirk as they began to walk up to rejoin the party, "that son of yours has definitely grown up handsome. You and Severus did well."
"Draco Malfoy... I know you rather well, considering that I'm now fifty," Hermione said stiffly, "I have a feeling that your current thoughts are far from pure. Don't even think about my son in that way! Firstly, Sev would kill you, but mostly, Steven is far too young for you!"
"'Too young'? This coming from the fifty year old wife of the seventy year old Severus Snape?" Draco sniggered, "Hypocrite."
Hermione sighed and looked up at the group of people standing and sitting about her house. Her two daughters, Maria and Anna were standing near Harry and Ginny. Ginny was gushing over Anna's baby bump and Harry looked as if he had drunk a bit too much already. Ron and his wife sat at a table, chatting to Hermione's elderly parents. Draco ran ahead of her and practically skipped up the stairs. Grabbing the arm of her only son, Draco whispered something in Steven's ear and the twenty year old man blushed. Hermione shook her head and looked over towards her husband. Severus was standing off to the side of the party and the look on his face was serious as usual. Hermione caught his eye and nodded towards Draco. Reaching the tall man, Hermione brought her hand up to run her fingers through his slightly greying hair.
Severus' head came down and kissed her neck softly. "Do you remember," whispered Severus against her skin, "when I promised him that I'd kill him?"
Hermione smiled, "Which time? I believe that the first time was when I was lying naked under the bed sheets," she whispered back.
"I could fulfil my promise now if you like?"
Hermione looked over at the blonde Malfoy and her son, who were now standing by themselves, talking animatedly and finding small ways to brush up against each other.
"No," said Hermione, looking back at her husband, "I love them both too much."
By holding onto his hand, Hermione dragged Severus into the middle of the gathering. Severus followed her, as he always would.
A/N: Yes, I know, you all want to kill me. I don't think that many of you realised that the last chapter was reaching the end. I struggled with the idea of continuing this fic or not, but from the start, this was how it was suppose to finish. So, I stuck to my original plan and here it is... the end. I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for all of your support.
For those who need some more Hermione/Severus action, I'll be posting my new story up over the weekend - Like Your Last.
Love you all!
- Arcadia Val