Mera got into Slytherin and she loves it. The dungoens of the castle she says remind her of her favorite stories as a child, like those in the Brothers Grimm. She wrote back that first night full of details of who she had met and who her teachers were. After that letter she stopped writing as often, she was busy with her studies. She came home for Christmas break and we spent the time catching up and having fun. Chubchub, our owl, started to fit his name with all the owl treats he had consumed but he was okay as long as he didn't fall out of the sky.
Draco and I had started to talk again on a regular basis. We had coffee together sometimes or went shopping for things in Diagon Alley. Our talks avoided our last meeting before we had both married and we strayed away from our spouses deaths though they hung between us. Our children we're friends and enjoyed spending the holidays together.
One night in May, Draco and I were walking along the road by my house and it was getting dark. The moon was full and bright lighting our path in the dark. We talked about our fight so many years ago. I explained why I couldn't have just admitted that I loved him and told him about the scrapbook and he in turn spoke about what had happened to him. I talked about Kyrian and about how I had met him and how we'd fallen in love. He talked about his beautiful wife and their life together.
"Artemis do you think we could act as if that fight never happened?" he pondered as we walked.
"I don't know if I can Draco. I would never have met Kyrain and Mera would never have been born," quietly I whisper. "I wouldn't be the person I am today..." He takes my hand as we walk intertwineing our fingers.
"Our lives are already mixed together how much different would it be if we got married?" I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Draco I don't know...Hemera..."
"Treats Scoripius like a brother and he loves her as a sister," I nod, they did act like siblings but could they actually live together? I thought about it deeply for a while as we continued to walk. He stode by my side silent as he waited for an answer.
"You know I want to...you know I love you..." he sighed pulling out a small green velvet box that matched the one he'd given me so many years ago. Getting on one knee he took my hand.
"I bought this for you years ago. I've never shown it to you marry me finally Artemis?" opening the ring box a silver ring with a green emerald lay inside. Wrapped around the end of the stone a snake slithered. It was beautiful. I pulled out the dragon necklace he'd given me when we were young.
"You still wear it?" he gasps in wonder, the moonlight shining on his white blond hair.
"I've never stopped wearing it since you gave it to me..."
"Not even for..." he trails off. I nod as I answer.
"Not even for Kyrian. I loved him deeply but he's gone now and he would have wanted me to move on..." a tears runs down my cheek falling to the ground along with my hesitations.
"Draco I would love to marry you."
Epilogue
Draco and I got married in the summertime. The air was warm and sweet. My whole family was there along with some of his friends too. Harry Potter Draco's enemy at school when we were young was invited. He brought his wife Ginny and their children too. It was the best wedding I could have imagined.
Mera has always loved Draco and though she thinks of her father sometimes she's started to call him Daddy. Scoripius didn't mind Mera and I moving into Malfoy Manor. He loves Mera like a sister. In fact last week Pansy and Blaise's son was picking on Mera and Scoripius beat him senseless. They protect eachother and Mera's teaching him some of the harder charms she's learned from books.
Draco and I are very much in love and happy. For once I didn't mind my sister saying 'I told you so' . We live together in our home with our children and if that wasn't enough...our third child is on the way!
Scoripius, Hemera and their sister Narcissa stood on their parents grave. Their father was finally laid to rest with his second wife Artemis Delphine where they would sleep together for eternity as they had for forty years. The children bowed their head holding hands, the youngest Cissy bent down plaing a bouquet of crimson roses on the grave. They had grown up in a house of love and now they too had their own familys that would remember their parents but no one remembered the fight that had when they were seventeen, a fight that changed their lives. Carved onto the headstone was the image of their mother's necklace, the dragon protecting the egg. Just like their father had protected her for the rest of her life.