Total fluff, just forewarning you.
Epilogue: 19 Years Later
Two blonde heads and two brunette stepped out of the shining top-range limousine that had been a compromise between their two ideals of travel. Arabella might often complain about the ostentatious nature of it but as her mother constantly reminded her, her father was a proud man. The haughty thirteen year old in question reluctantly accepted the kisses of her parents before racing towards her best friend, Tatiana Nott, and standing nervously behind them the Weasley-Zabini twins, eleven year old Dale and Zara. Their godson, and Draco's second cousin, Teddy was busy snogging the face off of Ginny and Blaise's niece Victoire, but he offered his Aunt Hermione a small embarrassed wave when he saw her and she chuckled, wiggling her fingers in response.
Draco was already clapping his mates on the back, laughing and catching up as if they hadn't seen each other only the other day. Hermione was about to go do the same when her own eleven year old tugged on her sleeve. Glancing down at the warm brown eyes, she saw her own reflection in them. "Mummy?" She nodded. "What if I'm put in Gryffindor?" Hermione shot a disapproving Draco, they'd agreed not to guilt the kids into joining Slytherin! She was going to have to have words with him. "It wasn't Dad!" Scorpius quickly defended his father, then looked down guiltily at his shifting feet. "But Grandpa Tom said if I'm not in Slytherin I'll be letting everyone down- and Arabella said all the kids of the Light will bully me."
Hermione sighed. Sometimes she wished Voldemort wasn't immortal. "Scorpius... we'll always love you no matter what house you're in. On the subject of the Gryffindors, most of them are on our side now, but if you are put in their house and they do bully you they'll have to answer to me, and I'll have them thrown in Azkaban," She promised seriously. No-one hurt her little boy and got away with it. Scorpius nodded, apparently satisfied. She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and watched half-forlornly, half-proudly as he dragged his trunk along behind him onto the Hogwarts express, settling into a compartment with the twins, his sister and Tatiana.
"Madame Minister," Hermione turned around with a grin and squeal and enveloped Pansy in a hug, laughing as the little toddler on her hip squealed at the suffocation and Marcus pushed their older boy quickly towards the train before he missed it. All the adults watched, chuckling, as Pansy's husband used his immense strength to lift their son and his luggage up onto the train, running along as it pulled away and then leaning doubled over once he'd succeeded in his endeavour. Hermione kept waving to her little boy for as long as she could see his mirrored brown eyes and then she made a funny face at the confused looking Beau Parkinson, who'd just lost his playmate, trying to keep the tears out of her own eyes.
"The house is sure going to be a lot quieter," Draco observed casually, slinging an arm around the back of her neck. Rolling her eyes, Hermione shoved him off, but she was laughing as she did so.
AN: Thank you so much for all the support of this story, reviewers and silent readers alike! ;) I know there's quite a lot like it out there but I really wanted to write my own version and I've enjoyed getting to play around with the story we all know so well.
