Of Stitches and Stalking, an Epilogue

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The sun was sinking, casting hues of red and orange across the sky. It was a beautiful ending to a splendid day, although most of the guests had no intention of leaving just yet. Ted and Victoire Lupin had just been announced as husband and wife and everyone was in celebration. The blonde haired woman was sophisticated and far more beautiful than Ginny had remembered her mother, Fleur, ever looking.

She watched the twenty year old wife of the twenty two year old Metamorphmagus dance the fifteenth dance together and smiled faintly before her eyes wandered over to the couple dancing next to them. Dominique Weasley danced with her boyfriend, a Bagman if she remembered correctly, and exchanged jokes with her sister and brother-in-law. She spotted Louis, the youngest of Bill's children dancing with Fleur as Bill swept the Weasley family Matriarch into his arms, causing the graying woman to shriek with laughter.

A smile tugged on her lips as she watched her father chortle with laughter before he was asked to dance by Roxanne, George's daughter. Fred and George were dancing together much to the amusement of their wives, who were dancing with their sons, Fabian and Gideon. The two had been named after her deceased uncles and had been born hours apart. Fred's son Lee was quietly conversing with his namesake and Godfather, Lee Jordan, who stood with his arm wrapped around his wife.

Ron and Hermione danced with their children – Rose with Ron and Hugo with Hermione – before the kids were kidnapped by Harry and Eliza's youngest children. Lily ran off with Hugo, presumably to dance, as Rose went off with Albus, more than likely to plot Al's older brother, James', demise for some infraction or another. James was off in the corner plotting with Lucas Longbottom.

She spotted Roxanne as she was swept off by her boyfriend, the eldest Longbottom son, Frank. She spotted a head of strawberry blonde hair dashing through the couples and could help the fond smile that graced her lips at the tiny girl as she ran towards Louis and Fleur. Fleur relinquished her son to her niece who barely stood at four foot ten and Louis scooped the eleven year old into his arms causing her to burst into peals of laughter. Louis grinned at little Atrialyn as he over exaggerated their dance, causing the girl's face to light up in delight.

Ginny's eyes trailed to the girl's blonde haired twin brother, who was twirling around with his red haired, three-year-old sister causing her to giggle profusely before demanding to be set down. Little Alice Longbottom took this as her chance and hurried to ask Aries to dance with her. While his five year old brother, Orion, asked the redheaded Andromeda to dance with a gentlemanly bow that nearly sent his mother into peals of girlish laughter.

The last two of her children were sitting on the side, chatting amicably with her friend, Luna's, three children. Leo and Perseus, Percy for short, were born just under a year apart, much to Ginny's chagrin. The elder, Leo, was born September seventh while Percy was born August twenty-ninth.

Her lips curled into a smile as she watched her children interacting with their very large and boisterous family. Resting a hand on her bulging stomach, she thought over the last twelve years with a fond smile as she recalled walking into the kitchen of the Burrow for the first time in ten years. She had been filled with trepidation and anxiety, but it was smoothed over instantly as Molly Weasley pulled her into a hug.

It had been a night full of tears and acceptance. She hadn't been yelled at. She hadn't been lectured. She had merely been loved completely. She had found out, later that night, that Draco had explained everything to her family and had waited for them to understand her mindset before asking her to come home again. She had been slightly angry at first, until he had told her that he only wanted to make sure she had had nothing to worry about.

An arm wrapped around her waist and she looked up, startled from her thoughts, and into the silvery eyes of her husband. The last twelve years had been good to the both of them she decided as he leaned down and captured her lips in a chaste kiss that promised more later. She smiled as they parted and rested her head against his shoulder.

"Reminds you of ours, doesn't it?" His voice was still as smooth and deep as ever.

"Well," She began and grinned, "There's been a lot less drama this time. Thankfully."

He kissed her forehead before looking out over the rest of the guests. His eyes found his oldest child, Atrialyn, and watched as she ran towards them with Aries and his Godson following behind. He dropped his arm and caught his daughter as she leapt towards him, arms outstretched.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, Miss Atrialyn?" He drawled as his daughter scowled looking in the direction of the two boys she had just outran.

"Albus wants me to dance with him, but I don't want to. And Aries won't stop bugging me about it, papa," Atria said as a pout settled onto her face.

"Why don't you want to dance with Al, sweetheart?" Ginny asked placing a hand on her daughter's back as she turned to look at her mum.

"Because then James will tease me, mama," The girl said as her cheeks flushed slightly.

Ginny bit her lip as she realized the truth. Her daughter fancied the youngest Potter boy. A smile graced her lips.

"Well, maybe we should just make sure that James doesn't see," Ginny offered and the young girl beamed.

"Papa! Put me down!" She demanded and was obliged.

At that point, Albus and Aries had finally caught up to them. Draco smiled at his son who was the spitting image of his father. Aries inclined his head at his father in respect as Atria tipped her head at Albus.

"I'll dance with you on one condition, Al," She said and folded her arms across her chest.

"What?" The boy asked and she beamed.

"James doesn't find out and he can't see us."

Albus blinked in surprise before asking warily, "Why?"

She scowled, "Because your brother is a bully and I don't like being teased."

"Alright then."

Albus bowed at the waist and extended his hand. His bright green eyes met her silvery orbs. Her eyes widened in surprise at the action.

"Might I have this dance, Miss Atria?" He asked smoothly and she giggled before curtsying and taking his hand.

"You may!" She smiled before he straightened and pulled her into a waltz.

Ginny watched them, amusement written on her face. Her mother appeared at her side at that moment and told Draco to dance with his wife. Ginny protested for all of a moment before Molly shot her a look that said 'You might be married, but you will listen to me, young lady.' Needless to say, Ginny did not argue.

Draco mimicked the actions of his Godson, having been the one who taught him the mannerism, and bowed at his waist with his hand extended.

"Mrs. Malfoy, might I have this dance?"

She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she was reminded of the proposal from so long ago. He had asked her for a dance, the very same way, in the middle of the Chelsea Physic Gardens. They had danced under the stars with no music for a while before Draco dropped to one knee, ring box clasped in his hand, and asked for the honor of her hand in marriage.

She placed her hand into his larger one with a smile as she replied, "Certainly, Mr. Malfoy, I would love to dance with you."

She was swept into his arms and held tight as he led her in a simple waltz. Their eyes were locked for what felt like hours as they danced, lost in their own world. Atria's laughter caused them to both look over at the short eleven year old as she danced with the thirteen year old. Ginny couldn't help the smile that graced her lips.

"I suspect that it will be nine or so years before Atria and Albus get married," Ginny predicted and Draco looked at her sharply.

"What makes you suppose that?" He asked and she smiled.

"He looks at her the same way you look at me, Draco," Ginny said, a gentle expression on her face, "And Atria is every bit my daughter."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked and Ginny laughed softly.

"She can't string two words together in front of Albus, most of the time, and blushes whenever his name is said. Not to mention the expression on her face when she talks about him – incessantly, mind you – to me."

Draco blanched at the idea.

"Not that I like the idea at all, but at least Albus is a good kid."

"And he has our blessing, right, dear?" Ginny asked and Draco smirked.

"Of course. Now, Andromeda will be a different story."

Ginny smiled, "I'll let you have that one. Heaven forbid anyone hurt our girls, right?"

"Correction," Draco replied, "Heaven forbid anyone mess with my family."

"Of course. No one would ever dare do that, Head of Magical Law Enforcement Malfoy," Ginny drawled causing Draco to shoot her a dirty look.

She laughed before drawing him down for a kiss. The adults – mostly her brothers and Harry – around them catcall at them as the children groaned as if they were in agony at the affection being shown. They ignored the world around them, however, and Draco pulled back.

"I love you, Mrs. Malfoy," He breathed almost so quiet she couldn't hear.

The beautiful smile that lit her face nearly caused him to scoop his heavily pregnant wife into his arms and take off, but he resisted the temptation – the ever present temptation – and continued to gaze into her eyes as he held her close.

"I love you, too, husband," She murmured.



Sort of. The plot line is complete. Short chapter, I know, but it just felt... complete.

So, Of Stitches and Stalking is finished.

BUT! Hold on there for a second.

Whether it's before I go to basic, or after I get my social (or lack thereof...) life back, I'll be adding a bit more to OSaS. So, hang in there. It will have a little about Ginny and Draco, but it's mostly about Atria and Aries. Again, I'm not certain when I'll have it finished, but I will be adding another chapter or two. It's mostly just drabble stuff, though, so be forewarned. They were choices for the epilogue, but I liked this one the best.

I want to thank everyone for reading - and all of you that reviewed. Please, drop me a review. I like to hear your thoughts. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.