Hmm...I don't think I really have an excuse for not updating this whole time. I could say school but that would be a really weak excuse so please excuse me while I go hide in a corner and kick myself for not updating on time. A special thanks is in order to everyone who has reviewed and to Gwinna who reminded me to update. Anyways, I have to say that I am happy with this story and slightly sad but glad that it is over. Hope you all enjoy the last chapter and don't forget to review at the end!

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters that you do not recognize.

Draco Malfoy woke up with a loud groan. As he tried to sit up wherever he was, he was immediately pushed back down by a warn pair of hands that proceeded to sponge his forehead. He cautiously opened his eyes and winced as bright light filled his vision. Draco blinked a few times and squinted to see where he was.

He was back at his home in the forest. Home sweet home. Draco tried sitting up again but was pushed down by a voice that said, "Draco, please..."

He knew that voice. Then it hit him. The fight with Henry Trotville to save Hermione Granger, how that bastard had stabbed him all over. He allowed her to push him down and once he was able to see her face he asked, "Alright there, Granger?"

His grey eyes locked with her brown ones as she looked down at him with relief. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" she asked.

Draco yawned and shrugged in reply. "You know me. I'm always alright." Hermione raised an eyebrow and continued to sponge his head.

"How long have I been out?"

"About a week." Hermione looked at him with a clam expression on her face. "You were bleeding heavily and had multiple bruises. I did the best I could to patch you up."

"Oh," sighed Draco, looking away from her. "Why are we here and not at your place?"

Hermione stared at him for a moment before cracking a smile. "I don't live there anymore. I sold the place as soon as you were back in stable condition." She shook her head and continued, "I don't think I could- want to live there any more." Hermione fidgeted with her hands and said, "I took the liberty of moving my things back here. I hope you don't mind..."

Draco shot up from the couch with a look of faint surprise on his face. "You hope I don't mind? Granger, are you mad?"

Hermione quickly looked away from him. "It's only temporary though, until I find a new place to stay in. I'll be out of here before you know it and-" She was cut off by Draco's hand over her mouth. Hermione gave a muffled cry of indignation.

"You bint, of course I don't mind you staying here," Draco murmured. "I want you to stay here. I..." At this, he broke off, his cheeks slightly pink. "I like you here." He removed his hand from her mouth and looked at her, waiting for her reaction.

Hermione stared back quite unsure of what to say. Then she lunged off the chair she was sitting on and threw herself onto Draco, engulfing him in a nice but rather painful hug."

"Thank you Draco! Thank you thank you thank you!" she whispered as she continued to squeeze him.

"Wonderful, Granger," wheezed Draco, wincing as he felt her weight on his injuries. "But would you mind?"

Hermione still on top of him pulled away and asked, "What?"

Draco stared at her with a peculiar look on his face before quickly pressing his lips to hers. Pulling away with a smirk on his face, he said, "You're hurting me, love."

Hermione gazed at him with shock and surprise before she realized what he had said. She scrambled off of him and said, "I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to hurt you." She took his hand and said, "Did I hurt you badly?"

Draco looked at her hand entwined with his and smirked. "I'm fine, Granger. You know me...So, you'll stay, right? Here, with me."

She beamed at him to which he found that he had no reply. "Of course I'll stay. After what's happened, well, I don't think I could possibly leave."

"That's good," he replied staring at her with a devious smile.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I was just wondering...do you remember what we were talking about before you left?"

"We talked about a lot of things, Draco."

He smirked at her and said, "Since you won't be going anywhere for a long time, how about we get a head start on making those fourteen Malfoy-Granger babies?"

Hermione's jaw dropped at his statement. "I didn't think you were serious about that."

"Sirius was my cousin's name."

Hermione scowled at him and said, "That's not funny, Draco."

He smirked at her and said, "Of course I want fourteen Malfoy-Granger babies. They would be irresistible, that's for sure. And, look on the bright side. That would be more than the Weasley's, two times more!"

"Fourteen, Draco?"

"Yes, fourteen, Granger. I said it in English as well."

Hermione smiled sweetly down at him and placed a kiss on his lips. Just as Draco made a move to pull her down further, she pulled her mouth from his and began walking away.

"What-where are you going, Granger?" yelled Draco with panic.

"Finding a nice spot for your grave, Draco," came her reply.

"My grave? What on earth do I need a grave for? Hey! Come back here! GRANGER!"

And they both lived happily ever after...

THE END.