Epilogue
Oh it's what you
do to me, oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me, oh
it's what you do to me, what you do to me
I smiled at my brand new husband. Then I walked up the platform and I accepted my diplomas. I had just finished my schooling in America. In two days we'd be leaving for our honeymoon and then we'd be moving back to England.
It seems that after the final battle they'd re-built Hogwarts and my darling husband was the headmaster. He'd pop off for a gig hear or there and he played full time during the summer, but he ran the place and he was good at it.
I'm not going to lie and said that Harry and I picked up where we left off. We didn't by any means. There were hurt feelings, and a complete lack of trust. We started off slowly. He took me out on dates, or we'd double with Mark and Amanda.
We waited a long time before we were intimate again as well. While I was dying to have him, I wanted to make sure he would be the last one I ever slept with again.
It turns out even though he had every young witch flinging her panties on stage the on pair he was ever interested in belonged to me. When we said our vows I knew then that he would be my first and only, and I would be his.
Our wedding was beautiful. Manda was the made of honor, well matron really, with Luna as an attendant. After being cajoled and apologized to profusely Ron finally forgave me and agreed to stand up in our wedding. Mark was the other groomsmen.
It was a small, quiet affair. Only our friends and what little family the two of us had left. It was funny, but I could swear I could feel the presence of my parents. Harry said later that he had felt the same way.
Now, two weeks after our wedding, I was walking down the aisle again; this time to receive my diplomas. My husband said he had a special surprise for me tonight. He had no clue I had something up my sleeve as well… well I wouldn't say up my sleeve so much as in the oven.