Here's the last chapter:) The Epilogue!

Oh, I can smell the drama!

Here we go!

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-6 Months Later-

(Neville POV)

Walking hand-in-hand with Draco had become like second nature to me. It was like breathing. It was something I did without even thinking.

But now, walking through the desolate graveyard, a light rain hitting the umbrella above our heads, I was very conscious of his shaking hand in mine. I gently squeezed his hand, reminding him I was right there beside him.

It was the first time he had visited his parents' graves.

I knew he felt terrible for not going before now, but I also know he couldn't if he had tried.

About a week after the ball, after we were truly together, I had seen the small blonde break down. It was the first time I had seen him show any definite emotion on his father's death.

I had walked in his room to pick him up for our second date to Hogsmeade, and had immediately heard his uneven breathing, his small whimpers. He had been clutching a photo of himself at age five with his parents to his chest, tears falling in rivulets. We had skipped the trip and instead had stayed in Draco's bed, under the covers, and I had listened to him talk about his parents, laughing and crying with him. He had told me about the ways that his father still made sure he was taken care of, even after death.

Lucius had seen that the probability of death was high, so he had gotten his lawyer to make Draco a separate account in a wizarding bank somewhere in Germany. With millions of galleons coming into his inheritance when he reached legal age, he was set for life.

I had promised him I would go to the graves with him when he was ready, and the time had finally come when he thought he was ready.

We finally reached the tombstone – one very large stone combined with both their names and dates of birth and death – and Draco squeezed my hand tightly, not trying to hide his tears from me.

I kneeled and laid the flowers we had gotten for them on the grave and felt Draco sit next to me. I planted myself next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Draco cleared his throat slightly before I heard him start, "I-I don't know if I believe in an after life or heaven or any of that. I don't, but I want to. But, if you can hear me," he gave a small sniff, "I just want the two of you to know that… I'm happy. I am. I know you saw me at my worst before you… d-died. You never got to see me happy again. But I am now. Because of Neville." He gently took my free hand in his, laughing. "I can only imagine what you'd say, Dad. You would tease us both relentlessly I'm sure. But… I want you to know, both of you, how happy he makes me. That I'm safe now. That he hasn't said or done anything out of line. He's never laid a finger on me that wasn't romantic or loving." Draco looked up at me, smiling a teary smile. "I really love him." He buried his face in the crook of my neck. "And I know the two of you would too. I just know you would. He changed everything for me."

I kissed the top of his head, burying my hair in his hair, knowing what he was talking about.

(Flashback)

The sounds of quiet whimpering pulled me out of my peaceful sleep. Two things immediately hit me: my shirt was soaked on the right side of my chest and Draco was no longer in my arms. I quickly sat up, looking around, slightly panicked, before I realized the whimpers were coming from the tiny figure curled up on the other side of my bed.

"Draco?"

His back was turned to me, his shoulders shaking slightly.

I moved over to him, gently wrapping my arms around him.

"I-I'm sorry." He whispered, turning to face me. "I was trying not to w-wake you up."

The look on his face broke my heart. His eyes were glassy, his cheeks were blotchy. He had been crying for a while.

"You should've woken me up." I pulled him closer. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I… I had that dream again. It was worse than usual."

Montague and Darkboe's trial had been held two weeks ago. When both of them were decided as guilty, earning them a six year sentence in Azkaban, Montague had leaned over the seats as they ushered him out, leaning in Draco's face, and had sworn that the day he got out that he was going to, in his words, gut him and hang him by his own innards. It had been a disturbing threat, and Draco had taken it to heart. Every night since then, Draco had relived the night he had been raped, seeing it over and over in his dreams.

Suddenly, Draco looked at me with wide, innocent eyes, his lip trembling. "I just… I hate that I'm scared and hesitant to be close with you because of what they did. I… Make me forget." The request had been a whisper, but it was shocking all the same. "Just… take away what he did. Please? Make me forget? I don't want intimacy to be a scary thing for me. I want… I want to be able to be happy about being intimate with someone. Please… Neville, I-,"

I had cut him off with a gentle kiss, before whispering against his lips. "Are you sure?"

He had nodded, swallowing thickly. "I'm sure. Please."

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We had made love for the first time that night and, with it being Draco's first time by choice and my first time period… oh, it had been wonderful. Beautiful.

I kissed the top of his head once again.

We were inseparable after that, feeling as though we were just meant for each other. Draco claimed that I had changed everything for him. Val, his first ex, had ripped his heart out long before Montague had. He had been open with me in feeling hesitant, scared.

"I really do love you," he had whispered to me one night as we were falling asleep. "Please promise me you'll never hurt me."

Noticing that Draco had stopped talking, I pulled him tight against me and said, "I know you never met me. Well, officially. But, you can trust me with your son and with his heart. I promise that I will never hurt him." I looked him in the eyes as he looked up and smiled at me. I couldn't help but return his smile. "You two did an amazing job raising this kid. He's smart, funny. Beautiful. He's wonderful. I don't understand how people could hurt him in the past. And I promise on my own grave, that I will love him and protect him. You can rest peacefully. You have no reason to worry."

After a few more moments, Draco said a tearful goodbye and we stood, walking back towards the gate where a rather large cluster of our friends stood.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Harry asked, smiling gently, one hand holding his umbrella, the other holding Ginny's hand.

"Are you ready?" I asked Draco. "Are you okay to go? Or would you rather just go back?"

He took my hand in his once again, eyes still glassy but the tears gone, and smiled. "You know, I really think I'm okay. Let's go."

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Oh, wow. This is kind of sad:( My first story finished. Haha But! It's not over yet.

To answer some questions I was asked, the sequel will take place a year after Hogwarts. Draco and Neville will live together. Draco will not work while Neville, with the status of a war hero, will be working a job appointed to him at the Ministry of Magic. The couple's friends will be intertwined as well with stories of betrayal, affairs, and pregnancy:) And… an old flame will reappear;) Like y'all don't already know who.

Thank you everyone who read this and reviewed. It means so much and makes me Sooooo happy. Like, you don't even know.

Being totally honest, I had kind of lost my spark with writing. It's always been a passion of mine, but when you're writing in high school and your constantly getting your writing torn apart, it doesn't quite have the same feel to it, but now, it's back. And all thanks to you guys and your kind words and encouragement. I don't even know you and I feel like I owe you so much!

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