Well. That was a fun year.

This is the end, my friends of Fate Has Its Ways. The final chapter. I hope this clears up everything, as well as explains what's going to happen to our beloved characters.

I'm sorry this was late. I wanted to make sure I had this chapter perfect.

I will make a speech at the bottom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

That's the last time I'll write that on this story. Tear.

2 months later

The morning sunrise shone through the window, and straight into Draco's eyes. He sighed, and opened them a tad. After he regained his ability to not be blind, he caught a glance of the sunlight glistening off the semi-frozen river. It sparkled in the morning.

Draco ran a hand through his tousled hair, and looked at the other side of the bed. He smiled.

He would never get used to waking up with Hermione at his side.

It had been two months since the Weasleys' welcome back party. After he and Hermione had kissed that night, they had returned to his flat. Draco smiled at the memory as it flooded his mind. Blaise had asked him what had happened later, but Draco had kept it to himself. Some memories were meant to stay with only one person. He valued that more now.

From there, they had started dating. Well, perhaps dating wasn't the best word. It sounded too casual. Boyfriend and girlfriend didn't seem to fit.

One and only described it so much better.

Draco stared at Hermione's sleeping form. Her mouth was parted slightly, and her hair was fanned across the pillow. Draco smiled. She was gorgeous.

She had been staying with him since that night. She didn't have a home to go back to, and she wanted to be with people she loved.

Loved. Draco could still scarcely believe it.

He didn't know what lottery he had won to deserve such a woman in his life. She understood him perfectly. She listened if he was upset. Her arms were his sanctuary now.

He hadn't had a nightmare for months now. Hermione had been his medicine. She had healed him of his inner demons. She became the sun in his life. He revolved around her.

He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. Her sleeping form nuzzled against his hand. She sighed, and her eyes began to open.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, smiling.

"Morning," she mumbled.

Draco kept stroking her hair. "Today's the day."

"I know," she said, snuggling into his side.

Draco chuckled. "We should probably get up."

She sighed. "You're right."

She rolled over, and off the bed. Draco stared shamelessly at her for a few moments.

She chuckled. "Eyes up here." She gestured to her face.

Draco shrugged. "Can you really blame me?"

Hermione giggled at him and leaned over.

Draco would never get tired of the feeling he got when Hermione kissed him.

She pulled back and looked at him. "Are you ready for today?"

Draco nodded. He was definitely ready.

"You've got to get up now," Hermione said. Draco smirked.

"We don't need to get up right now."

Two hours later, Draco stood in the main room of the flat, looking at himself in the mirror. His tux was perfect, down to the very last thread. He had managed to tie his green bow tie into a bow without strangling himself. His hair was combed sleek, framing his face. He shoes were shined and polished.

He looked perfect.

Hermione was still getting changed in the bedroom. He looked over at the clock. They still had an hour. They were going to be fine.

The door opened behind him. He turned.

It would never cease to amaze him how beautiful Hermione was. She almost glowed. Her smile could light up a room. Her bright, brown eyes were huge, surrounded by thick lashes. Her lips were quirked into a smile. They looked so soft and pink.

Her hair was in the traditional large curls, cascading around her shoulders like they had so long ago at the Yule Ball, when he had taken the pin out of her hair. A few curls brushed her cheek.

She was wearing a strapless dark green dress that went down to the floor. There were silver jewels accentuating various parts of her body. A slit went up from the floor to mid-thigh.

Draco stared for a few moments.

"I know that dress."

Hermione laughed. "It's my gala dress. I didn't think you'd recognize it."

Draco remembered. It was.

"How did you get it? I thought it was in Canada."

Hermione shrugged. "I have my ways."

Draco chuckled. "We should probably head out now. Better to be early than late.

Hermione nodded. "Are you ready, Mr. Best Man?"

He held out his hand and took hers. "I'm ready."

She looked at him. "Then here we go."

With that, they apparated away.

They landed in a field a little bit out of Hogsmeade. Draco could see Hogwarts in the distance. The sun illuminated all the sparkling windows. The January snow lined the roof of the castle.

In the field, there were two large tents set up. Inside the first, Draco could see the chairs set around the aisle. In the other, he saw multiple tables.

Hermione squeezed his hand and gestured to two other tents, smaller in size, about one hundred metres away from the main tents.

The two of them started walking towards the smaller tents. Thankfully, there had been a path cleared of snow for them to walk on. Draco felt heat radiating through the air. He guessed that the bride and groom had cast a heat charm on the entire field.

Thank merlin.

When they reached the smaller tents, Draco leaned over and kissed Hermione on the cheek.

"I'll see you soon," he murmured. She smiled, and went into one of the tents. Draco took a deep breath and walked into the other.

In the centre of the tent stood three men, talking to each other, laughing and chuckling.. Draco smiled. Today was going to be a good day.

He walked over.

"The best man has arrived," he smirked.

Blaise looked over from his conversation with the other two. "Finally, mate. Cutting it close."

"I wouldn't miss this."

Draco looked at the soon to be groom. He looked like he had been ready for hours. The tux was perfect. The blue bowtie was perfect. The hair was combed. The smile was large.

"I like your bowtie, mate."

Potter and Longbottom were also there. They were the groomsmen, Draco remembered. They were paired up to match Padma's bridesmaids in the other tent.

The other two men greeted him, and they all fell into easy conversation. Draco could see Blaise fidgeting out of the corner of his eye.

Soon the hour passed, and a bell rung through the air.

It was time.

Potter and Longbottom left the tent to pair up with their bridesmaids.

Draco walked over to Blaise, his best friend of nearly fourteen years. He clapped the auror on the back.

"Are you ready, mate?"

Blaise stared forward. He didn't answer for a moment. His eyes had gotten a strange sort of sparkle in them.

"When you're with Hermione, do you feel like she's the only person in the entire world?"

Draco looked at Blaise, and nodded slowly.

Blaise turned and smiled at him. "I'm ready to feel like that for the rest of my life."

Draco smiled. "Let's go get you married, mate."

The two men walked out of the tent. Outside, the groomsmen and bridesmaids were lining up. Potter stood next to Parvati, the maid of honour. She was wearing a traditional red Indian sari to match Potter's red bow tie. Longbottom stood next to Hannah Abbott. She was wearing a beautiful yellow dress to match Longbottom's yellow bow tie.

Hermione stood waiting for him. Draco walked over to her without pausing. She smiled at him, making his heart stutter.

He held out his arm and she took it. "How's Padma?" he asked out of the corner of his mouth.

Hermione turned to him. "She's radiant."

With those words, the progression started to walk towards the larger tent. After a few moments, they arrived. Taking a deep breath, they began to walk down the aisle.

Blaise had already positioned himself at the front, beneath a beautiful flowered canopy. His smile was blinding.

The group began to walk forward. Draco could hear the music ringing through the air, though he couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

When they reached the front, they split off. Draco stood directly behind Blaise, and Hermione took her place with the other bridesmaids. They all turned and looked down the aisle, where a figure had appeared.

Padma was standing at the entrance to the tent. Draco stood breathless for a few moments.

She was also wearing a traditional Indian sari as well. It was Ravenclaw blue, accentuated with silver jewels. Her hair was done in a plait over her shoulder. Her makeup was simple.

But her face was, indeed, radiant.

She was smiling like it was the first she saw the sun. She was glowing like the sun was illuminating her face for the first time. She truly was a bride ready to be married.

Blaise's face was blinding as he watched his one and only walk up the aisle. Draco smiled. He had never, in his entire life, seen Blaise happy like this. Not when he had gotten into auror training, not when Voldemort had died, not when Hermione had gotten her memory back, not even when Padma had said yes.

This was pure happiness, in its truest form. And happiness, in its truest form, was love. Deep, life-changing, powerful love.

Padma reached the canopy. Blaise reached out and took her hand. The wizard presiding over the ceremony smiled at the soon to be newlyweds and started to speak.

"Welcome friends, family and guests. We gather here today to celebrate the joyful union of Padma Patil and Blaise Zabini….."

Draco looked on as the ceremony continued. On occasion, he'd shoot a glance at Hermione. She was standing tall in her dress, looking both mature and gorgeously sexy all at the same time. She was just so beautiful.

Blaise and Padma were facing the wizard, but every few moments, Blaise would shoot Padma a look as well. Draco saw in his eyes the same wonder that he had felt staring at Hermione. It wasn't even how beautiful both women looked. It was how beautiful they were.

Draco looked at Blaise and Padma, and an image flashed across his eyes. It was the same scene; the wizard marrying two people under a canopy. However, in Blaise's place stood a tall blonde man dressed all in black. And in Padma's, a beautiful Gryffindor in white.

The image disappeared in a flash, but Draco almost stumbled. The image had been so unexpected, so random. Yet, Draco pictured it again in his head. Hermione and him at the canopy, him in black and her in white. Together. Forever.

He wanted that, he realized. Not necessarily marriage right now, but he wanted Hermione forever. It was like she had said. He wanted to live with her. He wanted to have a family with her. He wanted to grow old with her.

He looked across the canopy at Hermione once more. She smiled at him as well. He was so lucky to have her in his life. He was so lucky to wake up next to her every day and make her pancakes. He was so lucky to spend every night with her, relishing in her warmth. He was so lucky to share jokes with her, conversations, and above all, memories.

"Do you, Blaise Zabini, take Padma Patil to be your magically wedded wife?"

"I do," Blaise smiled.

Draco pictured the image in his head once again. He would take Hermione as well.

"And do you, Padma Patil, take Blaise Zabini to be your magically wedded husband?"

"I do," she said happily.

Draco looked across the canopy. Hermione was staring at the couple with a smile upon her face.

Draco thinks she would take him too.

The wizard smiled. "Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Blaise looked down at his new wife for a moment that seemed to stretch over an eternity. It was as if he was memorizing all of her face. Then, with all the sureness a man could possess, he leaned down and kissed her.

The crowd cheered, and Padma wrapped her arms around Blaise's neck. Draco whopped, and Hermione laughed. Blaise pulled back and took her hand. Through their joined hands, they became the one entity they were meant to be all along. Down the aisle they ran, as the crowd clapped and cheered.

As they left the tent, Draco saw them leave an era, and leave an old life behind. Now, they were going to move forward, together as one.

The rest of the crowd began to follow the newlyweds to the second large tent, which was the reception tent. Draco walked next to Hermione, their hands entwined.

The crowd moved to the reception tent. It was filled with tables, and a buffet to one side. There was a dance floor. Draco smirked. He was ready to get down.

Hermione and Draco took a seat at a table with the other bridesmaids and bridegrooms, and of course, the bride and groom themselves.

Draco walked up to Blaise and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm happy for you, mate," he said.

Blaise pulled back. "I didn't even stutter on the vows or anything."

Draco chuckled. "The first time you didn't mess up something. Probably the last."

Blaise snorted. "On your wedding day, you'll probably forget to say "I do"."

"Valid," Draco responded. The common banter in their relationship was eternal. Screw logic, eternally.

Hermione gave Padma a hug, and they spoke for a minute before sitting down. Draco was at Blaise's left, Hermione next to him, and Padma on Blaise's side. Potter, Longbottom, Hannah and Parvati were all at their table as well.

Kingsley walked out to the middle of the dance floor. Draco started. He hadn't seen the minister here. It made sense though, Kingsley and Blaise got along very well.

Draco was wondering if he was about to see the minister for magic get down. But Kingsley spoke instead.

"Good day, friends, family and guests of the newlyweds. At this time, I would like to invite the new husband and wife, Blaise Zabini and Padma Zabini, to dance together for the first time."

Everyone clapped as Blaise and Padma stood up. They walked onto the dance floor and Blaise took his wife in his arms. A slow song started, and they began to move with the music.

Draco watched on. He didn't know Blaise could dance. But the Slytherin moved across the dance floor as if he owned it. Draco was impressed. Well done, good sir, well done indeed.

The couple waltzed around as the crowd watched on. Draco looked at Hermione, and she shot him a smile.

Soon, the first dance was over, and the mingling began.

Blaise and Padma began to make their rounds. Draco saw person after person embrace the new happy couple.

Hermione stood to his left, chatting with Longbottom and Hannah. Those two were holding hands. Hmm, he guessed the rumours were true. Good for Longbottom. Hannah seemed perfect for him.

It's funny, how fate figured that out sometimes.

Harry walked up to Draco, and shook his hand. Parvati was at his side.

"Draco," he said.

"Harry," Draco responded.

Over the past two months, those two had gotten along fine. Draco had seen Harry quite a bit more than expected. After Harry and Hermione's discussion before the party, the two had been able to work through their old issues. They were on the verge of becoming best friends again, having put aside time for each other, and only for each other.

When Harry looked at Hermione now, Draco didn't see that endless romantic love that he had seen before. Draco only saw endless love.

Draco didn't think Harry had moved on from his feelings yet. The man had spent seven years pining after the same girl, never facing what the reality of his feelings was. Since his discussion with Hermione, Harry had to face that reality: that Hermione didn't want to be with him. So, with no other choice, he had been forced to move on.

Draco personally thought it was the best thing to ever happen to him.

Weasel and Hermione had also made up. Draco didn't know what she had said to him that night, and he didn't want to. But, whatever it was, it had changed something. They spent time together as well, making sure that they never fell into the same position that they had before. From what Draco heard, Weasel was beginning to move on with his life. He had even started to date.

How repugnant a thought was that.

The golden trio was on the verge of amends. Just last week, all three of them had gone out to watch a Quidditch match. Hermione had come home smiling. Of course, things between them would never be the same. But, Draco thought they could get pretty damn close. Hermione deserved to have her best friends back after everything she had gone through.

"How're you doing, Harry?" Draco asked, bringing his mind back to the present.

"I'm pretty good, Draco. We caught a few more escaped Azkaban prisoners the other day. Which reminds me. Your father."

"Ah, yes," Draco replied, keeping his face completely neutral.

Harry gave him a pitiful look. "I know why you may want to protect him, but he still needs to serve his sentence."

Draco stared back at Harry. "I have absolutely no idea where he is."

Harry gave him a look. "Draco…."

He shook his head. "I can't help you."

Draco hadn't exactly lied. He didn't have any idea where his father was in the world. He knew what he needed to: that he and his mother were together, and they were happy.

After Malfoy Manor, Narcissa and Lucius had hidden themselves. Draco received a letter from them once a week, a different bird each time. They were happy, wherever they were. For the first time in their lives, they could be together, just the two of them.

No way was Draco ruining their happiness. He wanted them to be happy, no matter where they were. He hadn't seen them since that day. He didn't mind though. They lived in his memories.

And, the manor hadn't really been goodbye, after all.

"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, walking up to the talking group. "And Parvati! Don't you two make a good couple, matching and everything."

She was obviously referring to their matching colour scheme, but a faint blush appeared on both of their faces. Hermione saw this, and smirked slightly.

Draco chuckled. Was there anything this girl didn't notice?

"I'd have to agree with that, Hermione," came a voice from behind Draco. A very familiar voice. He turned.

Again, with the whole concept of showing up at completely random and unexpected moments. Damn it Ginny.

The ginger walked up to them. She was wearing a straight dark purple dress with a slit up the side. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Her skin had tanned slightly since the last time Draco had seen her. The Italian sun was doing her well. She looked better than Draco had seen her in a long time. For one, she looked healthier. Secondly, she looked happier.

On her arm was a man. He was very tall, with dark hair and olive coloured skin. He was very handsome, in Draco's completely straight opinion. Well done.

"What are you doing here, Ginny?" asked Harry. Surprisingly, there was no malice in his voice, just blatant curiosity. Hmm. It seemed as if it was international get over your issues week.


Ginny smiled at her ex-husband. It wasn't flirtatious, or fake. It was simply a smile. "I was friends with Padma during Hogwarts. She invited me."

Harry nodded, returning the smile. "Well, welcome back. Who's your friend?"

"This is Sebastiano. He's my neighbour. And the first Italian to take me out for gelato." She shot him another look from under her eyelashes. Sebastiano returned it, smiling at her.

"I'm happy things are working out for you, Ginny," Harry replied, his voice full of sincerity.

"You as well," Ginny responded.

There was a beat of silence.

"Well, Sebastiano and I are going to go congratulate the newlyweds. It was good to see you all again." Ginny smiled at them all in turn. Then she turned, and her and her boytoy walked away. Their hands were entwined.

Draco smiled after them. After everything, he was glad that Ginny had someone who truly cared about her. Everyone deserved that.

"Well," Potter began to speak. "Parvati and I are going to spend some time on the dance floor now. Draco, Hermione, we'll see you later."

With that, the two Gryffindors turned and walked away. Hermione and Draco watched them. Once they reached the dance floor, Potter put one hand on her waist and with his other hand held hers. Draco stared shamelessly as they began to twirl across the floor.

He felt as if he was witnessing the beginning of something. Something that, against all odds, might just work.

He was happy for Harry.

Hermione looked up at him. "Ready to mingle?"

Draco nodded. Mingling was literally the centre of small talk.

The next few hours were going to be fun.

And in fact, they were.

Draco mingled successfully for several hours. He didn't even complain once about the small talk. However, that was probably because of the beautiful brunette who was always at his side. Imagining the lack of talk later in the evening with her was getting him through the small talk he had to endure now.

Draco's best man speech went spectacularly. In his own completely unbiased opinion, it was funny, intelligent, moving, and inspirational to the new couple. He couldn't exactly remember what he had said, but Blaise had pulled him into one of his bone-breaking hugs afterwards, so it had to have been good.

He and Hermione hit the dance floor several times. They had spent several slow songs in each other's arms, and fast songs getting down. Draco had had a blast.

But yet, all good things came to an end.

Eventually, it was time for the reception to finish. Guests had begun to leave, and Draco and Hermione had begun to bid everyone farewell.

When they had reached Harry and Parvati, Hermione and Parvati had one of their secret girl moments. They had walked to the side of the tent to talk, leaving Harry and Draco alone.

There had been a moment of silence, and then Harry had spoken.

"If you ever hurt her, I'll rip off your balls and feed them to hippogriffs."

That escalated quickly, Draco thought. "Why hippogriffs, Harry?"

The boy who lived smirked. "Because I know your history with them."

Draco had to chuckle at that. "Don't worry, mate. I would never hurt her."

Harry nodded. "I know. But, just in case."

Draco smiled. "I know you'd protect her from anything. But, you don't have to worry about protecting her from me."

Harry looked at him. Then he stuck out his hand. "You're a good man, Draco Malfoy."

Draco took it. "You as well, Harry Potter. I knew there had to be a legitimate reason the wizarding world loved you. It wasn't your looks, after all."

Harry laughed. "It's nice to know some things never change."

Draco looked over at where Hermione and Parvati were walking back. "It's nice to know that some things do."

The two women arrived back. Hermione and Harry hugged, and Draco and Parvati shook hands. The two Gryffindors began to walk away. Draco noticed their entwined hands.

Yes, definitely the start of something.

Draco and Hermione said their farewells to Blaise and Padma. The two of them were off on a one month honeymoon to the tropics. Draco pulled his best friend into a hug, and gave Padma a message similar to the one Harry had just given him. Padma laughed.

With that, Hermione and Draco left the reception tent. They walked out into the field, and looked at each other.

"I don't exactly want to head home yet," Hermione admitted.

Draco smirked. "I was hoping you'd say that."

She cocked her eyebrow.

"Do you trust me?"

"Always," she replied. Draco took her hand, and apparated them away.

They landed with a crunch onto a sidewalk. Draco saw Hermione look around at the street they had just landed on. He saw her look at the tall buildings, at the billboards. Draco saw recognition enter her features. She turned around and let out a cry of happiness.

Draco gestured to the Tim Hortons. "Does this particular building bring back a memory?"

Hermione laughed and took his hand. They began to walk towards their Tim Hortons, when two familiar people walked out.

Draco started. The people started too. There was a moment of silence.


"Well, Draco Malfoy, what are you doing in our neck of the woods? Dressed in a tux no less?"

It was Katie and Justin.

They were standing in the doorway of the Tim Hortons. Katie looked as she always did, pretty, and pretty dangerous if you crossed her. Justin was smiling a goofy smile.

They were holding hands.

Draco smirked. He had totally called that.

"Came from a wedding," Draco responded.

Katie glanced at him and Hermione, wagging her eyebrows suggestively. Draco chuckled.

"Not mine, Katie."

She sighed. "Not yet. One day I'm sure."

Justin laughed. "I assume you must be Hermione." He gestured to her. She nodded. Justin stared shamelessly. "We've heard a lot about you."

Boy, did that sound cryptic.

Katie smiled at Hermione as well, then turned back to Draco. "We've got to get going, we have tickets to the game. But, come by the office sometime. We'd love to catch up."

"Hockey?" Draco chuckled.

"Always," she replied.

"Well, we won't keep you," he responded. "Good catching up. I'll come by the office. But, if I walk in on you two having sex on a desk, I won't be thrilled."

Katie chuckled, then pouted. "Fine. We won't when you're there."

Justin laughed and shook Draco's hand. Katie waved.

With that, those two strolled off, hand in hand, and heart in heart.

Hermione looked at Draco, who shrugged. Then, they entered the Tim Hortons.

No one gave them funny looks for being dressed to the 11s. Maybe it was because they were too polite, or it might've just been because they didn't really care.

Draco and Hermione took their seats, at the same table that they had spent two weeks getting to know each other, truly.

They sipped the coffee they had bought slowly and dutifully. This was quality coffee. It would be a crime of nature just to choke it down.

Hermione put her coffee down. She looked around the coffee shop. "So, this is where it all began."

Draco put his coffee down as well. "This restaurant brought us together."

Hermione chuckled. "No, I think that was Fate."

That word. That damn word appeared way too often in his daily life. It was as if his life was a story, and Fate was the title. The mystical force that governed all the forces and events of the earth.

Over the past three months, Draco had viewed Fate in many different ways. He had seen it as the ultimate force of the universe. He had seen it as a pesky nuisance that he rebuked. He had seen it as something that didn't exist.

Fate was supposed to be a force that made things happen, a force that controlled everything. Something no one could fight. It was one of the forces of nature.

Forces of nature he mused for a moment.

He thought back to that room in the Department of Mysteries. The room that contained a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than the forces of nature. The room that contained love.

Draco looked at Hermione. The love he felt for her expanded in his chest. She smiled at him, and his heart started to beat rapidly.

The one thing that trumped fate was love.

Fate existed, Draco was sure of that now. There were too many coincidences for it not to. But fate was just a tool. The ultimate power in the world was love.

Every time that Draco had seen fate at work in the past few months, it had been leading him down a path. Down a path to Hermione.

You could fight fate. It was strong, but if you had that one force that was at once more wonderful and more terrible than death on your side, you were unstoppable.

Yet, fate was always fighting for love, Draco decided. It was a force for good. A force that was governed by the most powerful force in the universe.

Draco smiled at Hermione. Mama Weasley's words echoed in his head once more. There's always room for a little more love in the world.

Fate would have to wait. Draco was being governed by a new power now.

He smiled at Hermione. "No. It was love that brought us together."

She smiled back and grabbed his hand. It was that simple.

So, there they sat, hand in hand in a coffee shop in Canada. Draco was no seer, but he could see himself spending many more afternoons like this. It was Hermione after all.

And even if they parted, or something tried to rip them apart once, Draco had no doubt that they would find each other again.

Draco smirked. After all, love has its ways.

Well. There we go. Fate Has Its Ways is finished. It's been a year since I started writing this story. I began to write it in a bedroom of my Grandmother's house at midnight during August of last year. I was rolling around, trying to fall asleep, when the idea popped into my head. I had been reading a lot of Fanfiction recently, and I really liked the stories where Hermione went away, whether to escape a mistake, or a law, or something like that. There weren't that many of those stories. The idea of her losing her memory popped into my head. Then, I had to write it.

There were only three things I knew when I started to write this story. 1) Hermione and Draco would end up together. 2) Not all of Hermione's memories were gone. 3) Canada would be involved.

Harry loving Hermione, the yule ball, the memory block, Yaxley, Narcissa and Lucius, Hermione loving Draco all along, that all came later. I would get a new idea, then stick it in the best I could. I have multiple versions of different scenes (like the funeral) on my computer, depending on which idea I wanted to run with.

This last year has been absolutely insane for me. In all honesty, this story has been the only constant. On days where nothing was going right, I would come home and put all my emotions and energy into writing this story. Fates feels like it is truly a part of me.

I love this story very much. Whenever I was writing it, I was just letting everything out onto the page. I always listened to Ed Sheeran (Give Me Love and Small Bump), Christina Perri (A thousand years) and Daughtry (September) when I wrote this. I feel like those songs help the story come to life.

At the moment, we are at 724 reviews, 610 followers, and 315 favourites and over 140 000 words. Those are all insane numbers. Thank you all for the support. I'm glad that I was able to touch some of your lives by writing this story. I love you all.

At the moment, that is it. Fate is done. The side-quel is in the works, as well as another completely unrelated Dramione of mine. I'll get those up soon.

Thank you all for your support of my writing. I appreciate it more than you'll ever know.

Its the 31 of July, 2013. 11 months, to the day, of the posting of the first chapter.

It's been a crazy 11 months.

Now, it's time to say goodbye. Thank you all for the support of this story. I love and appreciate you all.

I promise I'll see you guys soon.

Goodbye, for now.

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