Alright, this is the last chapter, I hope you've all enjoyed the story as much as I have.

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Five Years Later

"Have you seen my red shoes?" asked Hermione, her black dress billowing around her.

Draco snorted, "You expect me to know? What with all those shoes in your closet, can't you just pick a different pair?"

Hermione glared at him, "No, the theme is red Draco, so something has to be red...speaking of that," she grabbed her wand and pointed to his tie, turning it from emerald green to ruby red.

Draco scowled, but didn't change it back. It was Harry and Ginny's wedding, he could suck it up.

"For christ's sake Hermione can't you just turn that black pair red so we can leave? You're going to make us late."

"What are you in such a hurry for? I thought you didn't want to go." she teased, knowing full well that Draco wanted to go to their wedding. He and Harry had become friends, and he absolutely adored their two children James and Lily.

They'd done things a bit backwards, what with getting married after their two children were born, but it didn't seem to bother anybody. Everyone had always known the two of them would end up together.

"Finally!" exclaimed Hermione, grabbing her heels from the very back of the closet.

Draco chuckled and stood in front of her after she'd slid her shoes on. Even with the extra three inches he was still taller than she was.

"Do you think it's time to tell them?" asked Draco softly, toying with the wedding band on Hermione's finger.

"Well," she said, taking a deep breath, "I think we've waited long enough."

He broke out into a dazzling smile and spun her around, "Tomorrow then, after their wedding."

Hermione nodded, "Tomorrow."

"I can't believe we're finally married." said Ginny, looking at Harry across the dance floor while she sat with Lily and Hermione.

Lily, who was only two, sat on Hermione's lap playing with her bracelet while Hermione and Ginny talked.

"I'm surprised you let us beat you to it." said Hermione chuckling.

Ginny nodded, "How long's it been now?"

"Three years this December."

Ginny smiled, "It doesn't seem that long ago does it?"

Hermione shook her head, "Not at all."

Just then James, Harry, and Draco came back over to the table.

"Come on, people are starting to leave." said Harry.

Hermione looked at Draco's watch, and sure enough it was two o'clock in the morning.

"Dance with me one last time." said Ginny.

Harry nodded and led her out onto the now empty dance floor while Draco and Hermione sat with James and Lily.

"When are you gonna have babies Auntie Mione?" asked James, his green eyes looking up at Hermione.

"It'll happen soon James," she said with a chuckle.

"Good, we want more kids to play with. Fred and Roxanne don't want to hangout with us anymore." he said, pouting a bit.

"Well when we have kids they'll want to hangout with you." said Draco with a smile that seemed to placate James.

He took his sisters hand and led her over to the corner of the dance floor to watch their parents twirl around.

"Kids?" asked Hermione, "As in plural?"

Draco chuckled, "Well we've got one on the way already." he said, placing his hand over her stomach.

She couldn't help but smile, "'s crazy to think about."

He nodded, "He'll be perfect though."

"What makes you think it's going to be a boy?" she asked, turning in her chair to face him.

He smirked, "Because Malfoy's first born are always boys."

"Well what if it's a girl?"

"It won't be."

"Whatever," she said rolling her eyes, "What would you name him if it does end up being a boy?"

"Scorpius or Caelum." he said immediately. "What about if it's a girl?"

Hermione bit her lip in concentration before she spoke, "Aislinn or Chloe."

He smiled, "I like that."

They laughed together, nervous and excited for the start of their new lives.

"I'm going to be a grandmother?"

Draco nodded.

It was silent for a moment before Narcissa smiled and hugged Hermione, "I'm so excited! There hasn't been a baby around since...well since you were a baby." she said, looking at Draco.

He chuckled, "Where's father?"

"Right here," said Lucius stepping through the fireplace.

"They have some rather exciting news." said Narcissa, barely containing her excitement.


Hermione and Draco's relationship with Lucius had improved ten fold. Lucius actually enjoyed Hermione's company. They were always engaging in battles of wit - Hermione usually winning, and when they weren't doing that they were discussing politics, business - anything and everything.

"Hermione's pregnant." said Draco, his arm around Hermione.

Even though their relationship with him was better, it didn't make Draco any less nervous about telling him.

Lucius' reaction was immediate. He swept Hermione up into a hug and clapped his son on the back, "It'll be nice to have little feet wandering around the Manor."

Hermione let out a sigh of relief, glad that they had both taken the news so well. Now they just had to tell Harry, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasley clan. The rest of the wizarding world would no doubt find out soon enough.

Draco and Hermione stood on the front porch of the Borrow hand in hand as Molly opened the door.

Harry and Ginny were leaving for their honeymoon today, so they'd come to the Burrow to say goodbye to everyone.

They'd be traveling around the world for two weeks, just enjoying being married. While they were gone Molly and Arthur were going to take care of James and Lily, since they loved being grandparents.

"Ginny said you had some news to tell everyone." said Molly as she walked with them into the living room, where the majority of the Weasley's were sitting.

"Yeah, we do actually." said Hermione.

Draco took over, sensing her nervousness, and said, "Hermione's pregnant."

As with Lucius, their reactions were instant, but so much louder than his. There was squealing from Ginny, Molly, and Angelina, and whooping from all the men.

And hugs. Lots and lots of hugs.

"How far along are you?" asked Angelina, settling back down next to George.

"Ten weeks."

"You've known for ten weeks!" exclaimed Ginny.

Hermione blushed, "We didn't want to interfere with your wedding Gin."

Ginny smiled, "As soon as you find out if it's a boy or a girl, I want to be the first to know."

Hermione chuckled, "Of course."

Draco pressed a kiss to Hermione's temple absent-mindedly while they all talked, wondering how he got so lucky.

Two years ago Ron had contacted her from Azkaban requesting she come and see him, because he had something he wanted to tell her.

Hermione had ignored the letter and they'd moved into a different flat on the upper west side of London, and he hadn't contacted her again, but Hermione had been looking at the letter last week, and had decided she was going to visit him.

Draco didn't understand why she felt the need to, but he told her that he'd be waiting for her when she was done, and if she wanted to talk about it they would, and if she didn't they wouldn't.

Hermione kissed Draco goodbye and apparated to Azkaban, a strangely empty feeling in her chest. Which was strange; she had thought she'd be a mess, but she guessed it just meant she had finally come to terms with what had happened to her.

And that was the best thing that could have happened.

A guard led her to a small room with only a table, and she was instructed to sit down and wait.

A few minutes later the door opened again, and Ronald Weasley was brought in.

He looked different, though five years in Azkaban would do that to a person. He was thinner, his hair scraggly and unkempt, and he had dark circles under his eyes that shone purple under the harsh light once he sat down.

"Hermione...I'm glad you came." he said softly.

His tone of voice caused her to pause. He sounded like the Ron she'd once known, and not the callous man she knew now.

"I waited until I was ready." she said simply.

He nodded and fidgeted with his hands - as much as he could with the magical bindings around his wrists - before he spoke again.

"I don't even know what to say to you. I don't know how you can sit there and even look at me."

Hermione thought about it, about what he'd done to her, how wrong it had been, but she was okay.

"I forgave you a long time ago Ron,"

"Thank yo -"

"No," she said shaking her head, "I forgave you for me, not for you. I needed to forgive you so I could move on with my life, and I have."

He nodded, "I heard you and Malfoy got married a few years ago."

Hermione nodded, "We did. And we're having a child, so that's why I forgave you Ron, because I needed to."

He nodded again, "I hope you're happy Mione."

"I am."

He nodded a final time and stood up and the guards escorted him out, and she left shortly after that.

Hermione didn't know what exactly she'd accomplished by seeing him, but somehow she felt like that chapter in her life was finally over, and she could now start a new one with Draco and their unborn baby.

"Happy three year anniversary." said Draco, clinking his glass against Hermione's.

They were eating dinner in one of the nicest restaurants in London, because Draco had bought the entire place for the evening.

"I still can't believe you were right." said Hermione after a moment.

They had gone to find out the sex of their baby earlier that day, and it had been a healthy baby boy, growing just as he should have been.

"I told you." he said with a smirk.

"Oh hush." she said, rolling her eyes.

He chuckled, "Maybe you'll be right next time."

"There's going to be a next time?"

"I hope so."

Hermione smiled, "Me too."

They enjoyed the rest of their anniversary together. Certain moments were filled with conversation, but other moments they would just sit and enjoy one another's presence.

They'd been through so much, they didn't need to talk all the time, because sometimes silence was louder than words.

Love is a funny thing.

It's crazy and consuming and exhilarating and exciting and scary.

It challenges you to be a better person. It helps you through things you never would have been able to handle on your own.

It's infinite.

It sneaks up on you in the strangest places. Like coffee shops, or parks, busy street corners or business meetings, doctors appointments or exotic trips to far away places.

Or sometimes, just sometimes, it sneaks up on you in libraries.

I'd like to give a great big thanks to everybody who read this story and explored my versions of Draco and Hermione.

And I'd like to thank the book The Lifegaurd by Deborah Blumenthal for giving me that last push of inspiration to finish the last little bit in italics (If you haven't read it you most definitely need to, it's amazing and so much better than the description would lead you to believe).

I leave the rest of their story up for you to interpret.

Lots of love,

Until next time.