Ten Years Later

Ginny snuggled into Draco's arms as Ron came into the living room. He carried a tray of mugs, each steaming with Hot chocolate. He walked around the room, depositing them to the half conscious members. Bill took one with a smile, but let Fleur sleep on. She was pregnant with their second child. Cossette, their first, slept soundly in her fathers's arms. She had vowed to stay awake to see Santa but had drifted off. Draco secretly knew they would all fall asleep down here, before the roaring fire.

Ron moved to Harry and Gabrielle. The diamond Harry had given the younger French girl sparkled in the firelight. All had to wonder if she wasn't suffering a bit of Hero worship, but no one made a fuss. She had been with him for ten years now and they were engaged for the third of this month. Gabrielle laughed as Harry stumbled over another french word but kissed him to make up for it. They took their mugs with smiles and continued their talks.

George was out cold but his wife, the former Nara Graves, took one herself. Their twin sons, Rick and Evan were still going strong and Ron handed them each a glass of warm milk. He knew how his brothers had been and he offered her what little respite he could. Nara and George had hit it off right away after Ginny had recovered. Nara still gave him the evil eye on occasion but they worked wonderfully together.

Charlie and Luna were entwined on the nearest couch, both sleeping. Charlie had a sprig of holly behind one ear and Luna's crown of the plant had slid down her forehead. Charlie had found his hero from the final battle and no one had ever seen him happier.

Ron finally offered mugs to Ginny and Draco. They sat up slightly so they could take them, careful not to wake their own daughter, Morgan as she slept.

It had taken Ginny six months to fully get back her memory. In that time she had gone back and forth between despising Draco for what she remembered and knowing in her heart she loved him. She would never tell him what she found out that made her realize she loved him, but Draco didn't particularly care. She loved him. That was all that mattered. They married almost six years ago, producing Morgan less than a year later.

Ron went forward, sitting down beside his own wife as she sat before the crackling flames. Hermione gave him a smile and took the mug from him.

Draco looked around. Molly and Arthur were upstairs alseep but Draco knew they would be down before long to set the presents up. Draco himself would wait til Ginny nodded off to set their presents under the tree.

Draco leaned back, letting his wife draw lazy circles on his chest. He reached down to touch her belly, where their second child waited for the world. Life could not be better, he decided.

(A/N: Ok, it's really over now. I promise.

To Lynn: Not quite! It is now, though!