A/N: Hi everyone!

So yes, as you can see, I did decide to do an Epilogue. It's rather short, but I hope you'll still enjoy it.

Thank you so much for all the support you've given me. It is unbelievable. You guys are the reason I keep coming back with more fics. :)

And as some of you know, in my previous fic, "Run Devil Run", I had Blaise as the minister...well...I decided maybe I should have some fun with this story too. :)

So thank you all so much, and please enjoy the final chapter of "I Am Hermione Granger, Mate of Draco Malfoy".


"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" yelled Ginny. "Hermione Granger, in one minute, those doors will be opening, and I'm walking down that isle, and you're walking after me! Now is not the time for last minute change of minds!"

"I don't know if I'm ready for this!" I whined, messing with the veil covering my face. "I'm 18 for Merlin's sake! Besides, Draco's going to live. What's the rush?"

"Yes, but I've spent too much time perfecting your wedding!" she whined, looking at me. "Come on, Hermione. Don't be a spoil sport."

I sighed. "Alright, alright." I looked over at my dad, who was smiling at me.

"Ready, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Not really, but I know Draco'd hunt me down if I didn't come down the isle." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Well, then you're ready." He gave me a quick smile, kissed my forehead, and we got ready to walk down the isle.

The double doors opened, and everyone turned to look at me. Ginny walked down to the isle and stood by Harry, who was the best man, because I forced Draco into it. Blaise, however, should've been the best man, but he had wanted another job.

"No, Draco, you may not run down the isle and grab her." declared Blaise, in a lazy drawl.

"Shut up, Blaise." glared Draco, who looked, even though it sounds incredibly cheesy, like an angel. He was wearing a grey suit, his hair combed back giving him a "I'm better than you" look. His eyes never left mine, and despite what he was saying to Blaise, there was a smile formed on his lips.

"How incredibly rude you are to the Minister who is to marry you two." remarked Blaise, straightening his robes. I laughed to myself.

"It's not like we were begging you to be the Minister." scoffed Draco. "And you're ruining this moment!"

I finally reached Draco, where he took my hands in his, and grinned at me.

"Friends and family! Muggles and magical folk! Gryffindor and Slytherins! Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws! Dentists and Aurors! Ferrets and Weasels! Mal-"

"Get to it, Zabini!"

"Ok! We all know why we're here! We don't have anything else to do today, and we're all bored out of our minds and-"

"Zabini, if you don't-"

"Well we're also here to witness the sacred mahogany-"

"Matrimony."

"Yeah yeah. That too. Bottom line, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are getting married. Now, to save a bunch of words and to possibly create drama, is anyone against this marriage? Speak now! Draco will probably kill you, but you could still say so-"

"There's no one against it! Just get with it!"

"Ok! So Hermione Jean Granger, do you take the ferret in front of you to be your illegally wedded-"

"Blaise-"

"Lawfully wedded husband? Not that you can actually say no, but still I'm supposed to ask-"

"Yes, I do." I grinned, as Draco watched Blaise with a murderous expression.

"Sucks for you! Now, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, do you take Hermione to be your wife?"

"That question is rhetorical. Of course I do." he said, staring into my eyes.

"Ok, now with the power vested in me-"

"Which really isn't much-"

"-I now pronounce husband and wife. Go ahead and eat her face now. Everyone under the age of 12, please shield your eyes."

Draco lifted the veil from my face, and as he leaned forward, I felt a little queasy. Once he was an inch from my face, my heart did a triple beat, and I felt something coming up my throat.

"Wait, Draco, she-" said Blaise, stepping forward. It was too late. I coughed, and a stream of blood left my mouth and covered the front of his tux. I was mortified.

"Oh my godric, I am so sor-" I tried say, but I didn't get to finish. Draco shrugged it off and crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me.

People cheered, and we pulled apart. Draco wiped the blood from his lips and chuckled.

"It's because you're finally agreeing to be my mate, I guess. Your blood is drawn to mine." he whispered, so only I could hear. "It happens to all Veelas. Don't worry."

I smiled and looked at him. "So that's it? You aren't going to keel over and die anytime soon?"

"Hopefully not." he laughed.

"In that case, I can use you as a punching bag and kick you for everything you did to me when we were younger."

"At home, sweet." he laughed, kissing me again.


"Mum! Daddy! Gramma and gramma and grampa and grampa are here!" hollered our 5 year old Rose. I was in the middle of baking a cake in our large, home that Draco called, "The Manor of Malfoy and his Mate".

"Scorpius! Get the door for mummy, please!" I called. Fast footsteps were heard and a platinum blonde haired little four year old rushed past me to the door, opening it as wide as he could.

I wiped my hands off on my apron and walked to the door. "Hello mum, dad! Hello Narcissa, and good day Lucius! Thank you for joining us." I said, brightly.

Despite the fact that my parents were muggles, Draco's parents and my own had bonded quite well when Rose and Scorpius were born, as they helped babysit a lot.

"Good to see you, Hermione." said Narcissa, holding me in a tight hug.

"Where's Draco?" asked my dad.

I pointed at the top of the winding staircase. "He's getting Hugo. Just finished his nap, the little tyke."

"To clarify, Hermione means that Hugo took a nap. Not me. I'm too manly for naps." said a smooth voice. Draco came swiftly down the stairs, holding a still quite sleepy Hugo in his arms. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, and you didn't take one earlier today."

"That was a light slumber, not a nap." he scowled. Then he turned his attention back to the parents. "Hello mother. Father. Dr. Grangers." he smiled, nodding.

"Draco, haven't been getting much sleep? Your eyes look terrible." said Narcissa, with a tsk.

"Good thing we're here, isn't it?" said Lucius, with a slight smile.

"You know," said my mum, looking at Rose's teeth. "It might be a good idea for us to do another teeth checkup. A cavity is coming."

"That's because her daddy's been spoiling her and giving her and Scorpius loads of cauldron cakes." I said, rolling my eyes.

"You know that I can't refuse the puppy eyes." said Draco, firmly.

"Why don't we all just settle down in the sitting room?" I suggested. "I'm sure Rosie and Scorpius have a lot to tell you."

"Yeah!" nodded Rosie.

"Mum's been telling us more about her battle with the Pale Lord." said Scorpius, trying to sound smart. Narcissa bit her lip, stifling a laugh, and Lucius smiled.

"The...Pale Lord?" repeated Draco. I smiled at him.

"Here, come on!" urged Scorpius, pulling on my mum and dad's arms, while Rose grabbed Narcissa and Lucius, trying to drag them to the sitting room.

"Here, I'll take Hugo." said Narcissa, smiling fondly at the yawning 3 year old. Draco gladly set him in his mother's arms, and she slowly walked to the sitting room. Then, he turned to me.

"The Pale Lord?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just never thought the name 'The Dark Lord' suited him." I laughed. Draco hugged me, and kissed my forehead.

"I suppose that's what makes you so unique." he chuckled.

"Of course! After all, I am Hermione Granger, Mate of Draco Malfoy."


A/N: What'd you think?

I hope you enjoyed it! I know I went faster than I should...

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My next project now is to finish all the requested songfics that I have! To any of you who have asked me for one, I will have it up sometime under the story "The Great Big Collection of Dramione Stories", I think it's called.

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Cherri