The last chapter, so sad :( Thanks for sticking with me!

Epilogue

"Why the hell would they invite us on their vacation?" George wondered as he lugged his bags through the hallway of a beach-side hotel.

Harry shrugged and set his luggage down beside the door to their room. "Draco's paying. I'm not complaining," he stated. They stared in awe of the suite they entered. A large, lavish living room connected to an eat-in kitchen, and beyond that were three bedrooms. "Three. Do you think they're staying with us?"

"Leave it to Draco to take the cheap route," George replied. "Doesn't like us enough to get us our own rooms."

"Quit complaining," Draco said as he came in from the balcony. "Just enjoy the suite while we're here. How often do the two of you sorry sots get invited to Hawaii on someone else's galleon?"

The two men exchanged a quick look before George said, "Never."

"Where's Hermione?" Harry wondered.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Shopping," he replied. "She found a bookstore."

"So, we'll see her in about six hours," George muttered, making himself comfortable in front of the television.

Two hours later, Hermione returned to the hotel with her arms full of shopping bags. "They're asleep," she said, astounded to find only her fiance awake. Draco rose from the couch and took the bags from her. "I take it you didn't tell them why we invited them here?"

Setting the purchases down on their bed, Draco shook his head. "I thought you'd want to do that together," he replied. "I'm guessing, by all of this, that you were successful."

She hung a white dress bag in the closet. "Quite," she said with a smile. "You're sure you're okay with Harry being your best man? I know you and George are closer, but I'd really like him to be my...what is it if you're a man? Man of Honor?"

"It's fine," he assured her. "Harry and I are close, as well. As long as they're both there, It doesn't matter who stands beside me. The only person I care about being there is you."

The next day, George walked along the beach with Hermione. "So, I have this feeling that this isn't just some holiday we're on," George said.

"What makes you think that?" Hermione wondered, digging her toes into the sand.

The redhead looked down at the new shirt she had bought him. "You made us get dressed up to walk on the beach. You're wearing a white dress. Draco's up there with Harry and a minister," he stated, ticking each example off on his fingers. "Are you getting married?"

Blushing, she nodded. "We, um, wanted something small and private," she explained. "I'm sorry to surprise you with this. I know you and Harry wouldn't have said anything, but we didn't want it getting out. The mob of reporters was bad enough when they found out we were engaged."

Smiling, he cupped her cheek. "I understand," he replied. "So, am I your maid of honor, or something?"

"I was hoping you would be," she said.

"It would be my honor," he replied, bowing to her before offering his arm. "Do I get to walk you down the aisle as well?"

"I hadn't thought about that," she admitted. "We don't exactly have an aisle."

He looked around and smiled. "The whole beach is an aisle," he pointed out. "So, are you ready to become a Malfoy? Can we start calling you Mrs. Ferret?"

Hermione laughed as they walked toward Draco. "No, you can't," she stated. "And no more calling him a ferret either. Don't think I don't know that you and Harry do that behind my back. I know all."

"Plus Draco told you," he added with a laugh. Smirking, she nodded. "So, are you ready to do this?"

She caught Draco's eye and grinned. "Yes, I am," she said confidently. It felt like hours had passed by the time they reached her fiance. She let go of George's arm and took Draco's hand. "Is it bad that my cheeks already hurt from smiling?"

He laughed softly. "Mine do too," he told her. "Ready to get married?"

"I've been ready since Christmas," she replied. Hand in hand, they turned to face the minister, who began the ceremony. With Harry and George present to serve as their witnesses, they exchanged vows and rings. When they were pronounced husband and wife, Hermione was immediately swept into Draco's arms and his lips were on hers. A small crowd had gathered to watch, and cheered as they shared their first kiss as husband and wife. Turning, they offered their audience a small wave before walking away. "I wasn't expecting a crowd."

"You can't get married on a beach in broad daylight without drawing a crowd," Harry replied. "So, what now?"

"Now the honeymoon begins," Draco informed them. "The room is yours until the end of the week. Enjoy your vacation, boys. We're going to Italy."

"We'll be home in two weeks. All of our contact information is in the room," Hermione told them.

Harry smiled. "Ever the mum," he said, kissing her cheek. "Go enjoy being married."

Hermione returned his smile with one of her own before moving on to George. "You look sad," she murmured, noticing the unshed tears in his eyes.

The redhead shook his head. "I'm not," he promised. "You look beautiful and radiant, and I'm so happy for you. I also told Draco that I'd break his legs if he hurts you, so I think he finally fears me."

"About time," she joked. "I'm glad you were here. I know this was hard for you."

"No, watching you two snog is hard for me. Watching you snog anyone is hard for me," he replied. "Watching you be happy is pretty easy. You're happy, right?"

Hermione grinned as she glanced at her husband. "Happier than I've been in a long time."

The End