A/N: This is the dramione epilogue, but the story continues after this! Also how the heck did this story end up over 10,000 words long?! Siriusly XD thanks for the reviews and encouragement.

Part 12: Epilogue

Hermione Granger sat tied to an elegant serpent motif highback chair, her arms and legs bound.

She wore only heels and her undergarments.

Across from her stood a very dangerous man in full Death Eater robes and mask covering his face, with a wand pointed at her.

They were in Malfoy Manor, in a locked room, and the situation was about to get *very* dangerous.

Hermione, ever the Gryffindor and brave no matter what, bit her lip in anticipation. Steeling herself for whatever dark punishment this Death Eater might have for her. A muggleborn. In Malfoy Manor.

"What are you going to do to me?"

The Death Eater stared at her silently for a moment behind his silvery mask, his eyes raking up and down her scantily-clad figure, before he spoke. His voice steady and smooth as rich velvet. So that she knew he was fucking around.

"I'm going to beat your arse."

Hermione blushed in anticipation, her face and body flooding with warm delicious heat. Oh she'd like that. Something inside her clenched.

He stepped closer to her and whispered, his breathe hot in her ear. "And then I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to walk on wobbly legs for a week."

Opened her mouth in surprise. Tiltillated and frightened in equal measure of what his powerful masculine hands and body could do to her. Oh dear...she was in trouble!

"But first..." his voice trailed off as he slipped one of his hands over the rich full mound of her breast. Her breathe hitched in her throat as her nipple immediately hardened. Oh god. Her whole body was tensing up, the muscles aching for release.

"Hurry up," she stammered. God he was such a tease.

The man chuckled. "Impatient are we?"

Her voice came out as a husky gasp, "If you don't hurry up, I'm going to be the one beating you're ass while you're tied up."

The Death Eater tutted. "If I knew you were this frisky, Granger, I might have thought twice about inviting you to my ancestral home."

"Hurry." She warned.

He chuckled again, his cocky grey eyes burning into her from behind the mask. "Fine have it your way."

The Death Eater finally ripped open his robes to reveal a taut six pack and nothing else to hide his modesty save for a tiny strip of leather covering his substantial bulge.

Hermione licked her lips at the sight of the familiar black leather pouch. They had kept *that* garment from the first time they met and it certainly came in handy.

She smirked as he began to shake his hips and dance for her.

Suddenly the door to the private study was flung open and a little girl with red hair and grey eyes skipped in.

"Mummy? Daddy? What are you doing in here?"

Hermione nearly screamed. While Draco swore and quickly closed up his robes.

"Dammit, didn't I tell you to lock the door?" he demanded of his wife as he took off his mask so he wouldn't frighten his child.

"At what point when you took my wand and bound me was I supposed to lock the door?" Hermione Malfoy shrieked, her face red in panic, as her eyes darted between her husband and her daughter.

Their child, Rosie Ginny Malfoy (yes named in the honour of Ginny Weasley, god rest her soul) stared in confusion at her mother tied up to a chair while her father wore weird black robes.

"What's going on? Why is mummy tied up?" the talkative three-year old asked with eyes wide as saucers and a mischievously delighted look on her cherubic face.

Draco covered his face with his hands. Oh fucking hell. If you asked him, the child was a bit too much like her godmother Ginny! She was always asking too much questions and meddling about.

"You explain this," he told his wife as he used his wand to untie and reclothe her. He went and sat by the fireplace, looking very much like a brooding blonde aristocrat.

Oh bloody hell, how was she going to explain this situation to her? Hermione stared at Draco for help but he waved his hand dismissively at her.

Hermione looked back down at her daughter and tried to smile. Though she never felt more embarassed to have to talk to her three-year old. There was something too knowing and mischievous in the toddler's eyes.

"Um...Your mummy and daddy were playing a game, sweetie," she said patting her daughter's head, "Mummy...um..."Draco stifled a laugh and she shot him a sharp look,"...plays the muggleborn while daddy plays the death eater."

Rose Ginny Malfoy's eyes widened. "What's a death eater mummy?"

Oh god. Hermione stared at her daughter's innocent young face expecting an answer and wondered whether she should know the truth yet about what happened during the war. That only a few years ago purebloods like her father and grandfather had been trying to kill muggles and muggleborns like her.

No, it was better to delay the truth for a little while.

"It's a type of dancer," she smirked.

Draco laughed loudly.

So it wasn't the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. Hermione sure as hell knew she ended up with the only type of Death Eater she approved of.

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A/N: The end of the dramione part! Yeah! (a much better
ending than the previous ch 9 right?) LOl Next part Snape is a man
of mystery on a mission...to dance! But can the ladies handle it?

also thanks to solangelover for funny advice on how to write a lemon lol! I'm not sure this is that lemon-y but i appreciated the advice anyways and will keep it mind for the next parts :-)