Here's the end of the story! Just a little bit of fluff on this lovely Tuesday!

Epilogue

Georgia bounced excitedly as she prepared for her first trip to the Burrow. "Daddy says it's crooked," she told Hermione as they got ready to leave. "Does it ever fall down, Mummy?"

Smiling, Hermione promised it was structurally sound. "You don't really think we'd take you somewhere dangerous, do you?" she asked as she braided the little girl's hair.

"Would they make you give me back if you did?" Georgia wondered. "Because I don't want to go back. I love you and Daddy, and I don't want to have to stop. So, don't take me someplace dangerous, okay, Mummy?"

Wrapping a ribbon around her hair, Hermione turned her daughter to face her. "We will never, ever do anything that might hurt you," she promised. "You're a Malfoy, now and always."

Draco stood in the doorway, listening to his wife and daughter talk. It brought a grin to his face each time Georgia called them mummy and daddy, and each sentence was punctuated with them. It seemed to be as much a thrill for her to say it as it was for them to hear it. "Mrs. Malfoy, Miss Malfoy, are we ready to go?" he asked.

Turning, Georgia nodded and dismounted Hermione's lap. "Daddy, do I have grandparents?" she asked, taking hold of his hand.

He looked to his wife for help, but Hermione left it to him to answer. "Well, the Weasleys," he told her. "Once Molly meets you, we might never get you back. It's why we waited a month to let her meet you. Mummy's and my parents aren't around, but I know the Weasleys will love you enough for them."

"Like how Uncle Harry and Aunt Pansy aren't really my aunt and uncle?" she asked. Draco nodded as they stepped into the fireplace.

Molly waited for them, enveloping Georgie in a tight, breathtaking hug. Wide-eyed, the little girl looked to her parents for help. "We probably should have warned her," Hermione remarked.

"Hindsight," Draco added, reaching for Georgia. "Molly, Arthur, I'd like you to meet Georgia - the newest, and dare I say, cutest member of the Malfoy family."

She held out her hand to Arthur, who gladly shook it. "Can I call you Grandpa?" she asked.

"I would be honored to be your grandpa," he replied. She looked next to Molly, asking the same question. With tears in her eyes, Molly agreed. "Well, good. Now that that's settled, what do you say we spoil out appetites with a cookie?"

Georgia readily agreed and squirmed out of her father's arms. "One," Draco instructed as she followed Arthur to the kitchen counter and Hermione left the room. "Thank you, Molly, for this. With Hermione's parents gone and mine out of my life, I'm glad Georgie has the two of you. I know...I know I'm not who you wanted her to marry, but I really appreciate being let into your family."

In a loving, motherly way, she patted his cheek. "Harry and Hermione may not biologically be my children, but I will always be their mother," she told him. "I love them like they're my own, and their happiness means the world to me. You became a part of this family before you married Hermione, and I'm glad to have the three of you in it."

Smiling, he hugged her briefly before Hermione returned with George and Harry. "Where's my favorite niece?" George asked as his mother scowled. "What? She's named after me. How could she not be my favorite?"

"Just don't let your other nieces know," Hermione advised.

George merely shrugged uncaringly and walked away. "He knows she's not named after him, right?" Draco asked.

"There's no convincing him that she's not," Hermione replied. "Might as well let him have this one. He's happy, she's happy, and that makes me happy."

Georgia spent the rest of the afternoon with George, begrudgingly returning to her parents when they announced it was time to go home. She begged, pleaded, and pouted for five more minutes with her uncle. When Draco said no, she stomped her feet as she followed him into the floo.

"Still glad we're parents?" he asked when Georgia went to her room without a word.

Hermione chuckled as she made herself comfortable on the sofa. "She's not mad at me," she pointed out. "Besides, it's not uncommon for a child to bond with another family member. Her attachment to George is natural. It doesn't mean she loves us less."

"No, she just likes him better," Draco said, sulking.

She rubbed his back in slow, comforting circles. "That's because he's not her dad," Hermione said softly. "She may like spending time with George, but she loves you. As much as we wanted her, she wanted us too. Nothing will ever change that. Georgie is our daughter."

He nodded, knowing she was right. Georgia was theirs. He just needed to remind himself of that fact every once in awhile. Beside him, Hermione cleared her throat, causing him to look up. Georgia stood at the foot of the stairs looking contrite as the small family remained silent. Slowly, she walked toward her parents, stopping in front of Draco.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, placing her small hands on his knees.

Frowning, he picked her up and placed her on his lap. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he told her. "We're still buddies, and we always will be. Uncle George can be your favorite uncle as long as I'm your favorite dad."

Georgia grinned and kissed his cheek. "I think that's a good deal," she decided. "As long as I'm your favorite daughter though. The next kid you adopt will have to be a boy."

"Let us enjoy you for a little while before we add anyone else to our family," Draco replied. "Besides, you're enough of a handful for now. In fact, after you, I think I'm done being a parent."

Georgia giggled as he tickled her, continuing to goad her. "No, you just can't top me," she argued. "I'm your favorite forever and ever, and no else will be as good as me."

"Thanks, Draco, she's a Slytherin," Hermione interjected. "She used to be sweet and innocent, and now she's you."

He whispered conspiratorially to his daughter, "Mummy sounds mad."

Nodding, Georgia moved from her father to mother. "You don't think I'm sweet anymore?" she asked, big, baleful, blue eyes looking up at Hermione. "Is being like Daddy really bad?"

"She's truly you," Hermione said as she glared at her husband. Then she turned to her daughter. "No, I guess that isn't a bad thing. Your father has some very wonderful qualities. Though, I could do without the emotional manipulation."

"Will you always love him even when he does bad things?" Georgia asked.

Smiling at Draco, Hermione nodded. "I will because, for every one thing he does that might annoy me, I can name ten things that I love about him," she replied. "I don't think that will ever change. Your dad is it for me."

Satisfied with her answer, Georgia announced she would be in her room reading if they needed her. Chuckling, Draco wrapped an arm around his wife. "Did you mean it?" he asked.

"Have you ever known me to be anything but unflinchingly honest?" she joked. Grinning, he shook his head. "Then I mean it. I love you, Draco. You've given me exactly the life I want."

Shrugging, he kissed the top of her head. "I don't know," he replied. "I like to think we gave each other the life we wanted."

The End