A/N: Thank you sooooo much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and to everyone who's read this story all the way through. Thank you for sticking with me, you guys are awesome. I am SO sorry for the wait! I had this chapter written last week but I wasn't satisfied with my ending, so I rewrote it (I think it's much better now). Just to clear up any confusion which this chapter might create, this story is not compliant with the real HP Epilogue. Therefore, the number of kids that everyone has and the children's names are not the same. Oh, and none of the Weasleys were killed in the war, because I just love them too much.

7 months later

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out of the lift and into the open hallway of the first level. Her smile grew radiant as the crowd thinned and she was able to move once more. Even the rain outside the enchanted windows and the dreary looks of passersby could not deter her cheery mood. She barely even noticed the man who bumped into her until he called her name.

"Ginny?"

She turned and her smile almost faltered. Almost.

"Brody," she said in a surprisingly pleasant voice. "How are you?"

The man was dumbfounded. Clearly, he had not been expecting a friendly encounter. Why he had decided to call to her in the first place was beyond reason.

"Um, fine." He seemed to study her for a few moments, surely wondering what in the hell was wrong with her. He shook his head as if to clear it, then stuttered, "H..how about you?"

Ginny's smile grew wider. The look on his face alone was worth the extra effort it took not to knee him in the groin. "Oh, I'm great," she said.

"Good." He nodded briskly. "Good."

He turned to go, but Ginny caught the sleeve of his tacky purple robe.

"Wait, Brody. Can I talk to you?"

He turned, his face pinched, as if expecting an attack. Ginny let go of his robes and smiled sweetly.

"Umm, sure."

"I just wanted to let you know," she began slowly, "that I forgive you."

Brody's eyes looked as if they were about to bug out of his head. "Wh…what?"

"I forgive you," Ginny repeated, her smile growing as her heart seemed to lighten. "Yeah. You know what? I thought I needed revenge," she said, just now realizing that that was exactly what she had wanted all along, "but I don't. I've wasted half my life waiting for revenge."

Brody was still staring at her, mouth opening and closing like a fish's.

"I wasted so long dwelling on what you did to me." She shook her head slowly, laughing lightly to herself. "When all along, you were nothing but a coward. An abusive, self-absorbed coward. And I deserve better."

Ginny grinned widely, having almost forgotten that Brody was there. She was free. After all these years of hiding from Harry and Tom and Brody, she was free.

Brody opened his mouth to speak, but Ginny cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"You thought you ruined me, didn't you? Well, the joke's on you." She laughed out loud. "I'm over it. I've moved on. I have all I could ever have hoped for." She sighed and rubbed her hand over her large belly. A platinum band glowed happily from her left hand.

"Have a nice life, Brody," she said, then she turned and left him standing there gaping like an idiot.

Ginny reached her destination and took a moment to admire the gold door plaque that still surprised her every time she came here.

ARTHUR WEASLEY

Minister of Magic

She didn't bother knocking, simply reached for the handle and opened the door. Her father looked up at her as she entered, a smile crinkling the corners of his blue eyes.

"Gin-bug."

"Daddy." She laughed as he came around the desk and gave her a gentle hug.

"Hello, Ginny," came a voice from the corner of the room.

Ginny looked up from her position in her father's arms and smiled at her brother.

"Hi, Perc." Percy smiled back and nodded to the other side of the room. Ginny turned her head.

Draco stood at the file cabinets, the most beautiful smile in the world on his face as he watched her with her father. Arthur stepped back and Draco's arms opened. Ginny moved across the room as quickly as her new body would allow her and flung herself into her husband's arms. She was always astonished that it still felt so good, so right, to be there.

Draco dropped a kiss onto her hair line and pulled back to look down at her.

"How's my girl?" he asked, peering into her eyes.

"I'm fine," she said breathlessly.

His hand found its way around to her belly and he rubbed it gently through her shirt.

"And how are my boys?" He asked quietly, his eyes focused on her stomach.

"You mean, your girls," she corrected with a grin.

Draco shook his head. "Boys. Malfoys only make boys."

Ginny laughed and covered his hand with hers, moving it over a bit. His head lifted after a moment and he grinned.

"Boys," he said. "Football players, at that."

She laughed again and shook her head. "They're girls. I just know they are."

"Mother's intuition?" He asked.

She nodded. "And girls can play football, too."

"Well," he said, taking his hand from her belly and reaching around to shut the drawer he'd been looking in, "we'll find out soon enough."

"Not nearly soon enough," Ginny sighed. "I feel like a beach ball."

He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "You're beautiful," he whispered.

She closed her eyes briefly and enjoyed the feel of his lips on hers. He pulled away too soon and looked over her shoulder at her father and brother.

"We should get going," he said, "Molly will be expecting us."

Ginny managed to nod. Draco took her hand and she allowed him to tug her across the office to the door.

"We'll catch up," Arthur said, once more behind his desk.

"Daddy," Ginny reprimanded, "You know how mum hates it when you're late."

He looked up and his eyes twinkled. "Give her my love, tell her we'll be there shortly."

Ginny snorted. "Sure, dad, but you're on your own when you get home."

Draco laughed and pulled her out the door.

They took the floo to the burrow since Ginny wasn't allowed to apparate in her current state. Another reason to get these babies out of her.

"Oh, Ginny dear, there you are. And Draco, so nice to see you." Molly Weasley bustled over, wand waving in one hand, a large bowl of potatoes in the other. "Everyone's in the garden," she said, then bustled back to the stove.

Ginny sent Draco out to join her brothers and joined her mother in the kitchen.

"Daddy and Percy are going to be late. They've got stuff to do at the Ministry."

Molly sighed and ran a flour covered hand back through her grey hair. "What will I do with that man?"

Ginny smiled and shook her head.

"What can I do to help?" She asked.

"Oh dear, you don't need to help, go get off your feet. I want healthy grandbabies from you, you know. I need some more little girls around here. So far only Bill and Charlie have given me a granddaughters."

"Mum, you love George and Ange's, and Fred and Alicia's boys and you know it," Ginny said with a grin.

Molly smiled conspiratorially. "I do. But you'll give me girls," she said, "I can feel it."

Ginny rubbed her stomach absentmindedly. "Draco's sure they'll be boys."

Molly laughed. "Yes, well, he would be worried about an heir, wouldn't he?"

Ginny smiled down at her belly. "We talked about it and we agreed that they'll both be heirs, whether they're boys or girls."

Molly's head tilted to the side and her eyes misted. "He's a great man, isn't he?"

Ginny hugged her mother close. "He is, mum. He really is."

The fireplace flared to life and Percy stepped out, closely followed by Arthur. They took in the scene and Arthur's face grew tense.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Molly said, stepping back and straightening her apron. Then her eyes narrowed and she pointed a finger at him. "Besides the fact that you're late."

Percy caught Ginny's eye and motioned out towards the lawn. She grinned and followed him out.

"But Molly…" They heard as they stepped out the door.

"Never changes, does it?" Percy asked, taking her arm to help her across the uneven ground.

Ginny smiled. Draco was seated under the old oak with Bill and Charlie, probably discussing some kind of business or other. Fred, George and Ron were on the lawn with George's two sons, Fred's two sons, and Bill and Fleur's daughter, conducting a game of leap frog. Angelina and Fleur were at the table, folding napkins and laughing softly. Charlie's wife Roxanne and Fred's Alicia were teaching Charlie and Roxanne's 9-year-old daughter some complicated form of pat-a-cake. Hermione came around the corner of the house tugging a small hand.

"You have to stay over here with your sister and cousins, Julien," Ginny heard her say as she ushered the small boy back towards the party.

"Thank you," Fleur said, smiling gratefully at Hermione. "I just get so tired of chasing him."

"No problem," Hermione replied.

"Why don't we set up a perimeter spell?" Draco asked. "Blaise just created one that's safe for children. Instead of zapping them, they just bounce off of it."

Fleur nodded enthusiastically. Ginny watched Draco stand and walk a large perimeter around the lawn, his wand out, muttering some sort of spell as he went.

"There," he finally said. "Anyone over the age of eleven can come and go freely."

A moment later, the force field was tested as Julien made another break for the front yard. He made it as far as the azalea bushes which Draco had set up as the far boundary and bounced back onto his behind. He froze, his eyes wide, looking like he was about to cry, then he broke out in giggles, stood, and ran at the barrier again.

"What on earth is that child doing?" Molly asked as she came across the lawn, directing plates and dishes overflowing with food in front of her.

"Nothing to worry about, mum," Percy assured her. "Just a harmless perimeter spell."

Molly watched Julien push on the barrier with his hand once more before he finally gave up and toddled over to the table.

"Good." Molly nodded. "Dinner."

Dinner was the usual three ring circus which a family of twenty two could create. Ginny sat quietly, observing her siblings and their children. Everyone seemed so happy.

"You okay?" Draco asked, leaning towards her and squeezing her thigh beneath the table.

She nodded and smiled. Draco watched her for a moment longer, then turned back to the conversation he'd been having with Angelina.

It was hard to imagine that half a year ago, life had been so much different. Ginny tried not to think of that period in her life. When she did, she focused on the good things: getting together with Draco, catching all those bad guys.

"So, Draco, how's Tony doing with the head auror position?" Bill asked, breaking into Ginny's thoughts.

Draco shrugged, then moved his hand up to the nape of her neck. "So far, so good. He's a great auror. He's got excellent instincts and a whole slew of leadership potential that I don't think anyone ever knew about."

"Cane sure did leave him a mess to clean up, though, didn't he?" George asked no one in particular. Draco's hand tightened on Ginny's nape.

"He sure did," Draco muttered.

"Well, Azkaban can have him, is all I have to say," Molly said, waving her wand to get rid of the dinner dishes, and then once again to make desert appear.

"Him and Grey and those two goons they were working with," Arthur agreed.

Ginny and Draco sneaked a peek at each other. They both knew that one of the goons had not made it to Azkaban. Ignazio had breathed his last by the time Tony and Ron made it back to him. Draco squeezed her shoulder and she knew that she wouldn't correct her parents. It didn't matter where Ignazio was, he was gone, and that was all that mattered.

"And how about you, Ron, how's Shacklebolt treating you over at the Department of Magical Defense?" Angelina asked.

Hermione grinned at Ron. "Working him hard," she said.

Ron rolled his eyes. "It's a lot of work, but it's worth it."

"Do you like it better than being an auror?" Draco asked.

Ron tipped his head from side to side. "Not so much better. It's different. We don't do so much hands-on work. It's more research and spell perfection and tactical planning. We let the aurors and the foot soldiers handle the actual defense," he finished with a grin.

"Blaise was telling me about some consulting he did with you guys last month," Draco said.

Ron nodded. "Yeah, he…"

Ginny tuned out after that. Other conversations resumed. Ginny didn't focus on any one of them. She used the time while she nibbled on her chocolate cake to observe her family. They all seemed so happy. Her parents were enjoying the peace and freedom of having an empty nest. Charlie, Roxanne, and their daughter Amalie were moving from Egypt back to England soon so that Amalie could get settled before starting at Hogwarts. Bill and Fleur had just found out they were pregnant with their third child. Percy had begun dating a nice girl who worked in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. George and Fred were leaving for Edinburgh in a few days to supervise the opening of a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes there. Ron and Hermione had finally gotten engaged. Ginny rubbed her stomach absentmindedly. Life was perfect.

One of the babies kicked hard and Ginny found Draco's hand and placed it on her abdomen. A few moments later, the baby kicked again. Draco leaned over and kissed her temple.

"I love you," he said softly. His lips moved to hers. "And our sons."

He kissed her. She was giggling when he pulled back. "Daughters," she said against his lips.

"Whatever," he whispered and kissed her again.

1 month, 1 week and 5 days later

Blaise Zabini peered down into the basinets of the two newest Malfoys and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, no pink hair.

"What the fuck, Zabini? Of course my children don't have pink hair."

Blaise looked up in surprise. "Did I say that out loud?"

When all Draco did was glare at him, he shrugged. "I didn't really think they'd be pink, but you know, with the Weasley red and your own platinum locks, well…"

"Just shut it, Zabini."

Ginny cleared her throat and both men glanced over towards the bed. "Will you watch your mouths in front of the children?"

Blaise rolled his eyes as Draco muttered a quick, "of course, dear." The man was sickeningly in love.

"Where's Luna?" Ginny asked, pulling herself up on the pillows. Blaise noticed a wince, but she didn't make a sound. Man, was this woman tough.

"She was right behind me," he said. "I think she stopped off in the geriatric ward to tell the mediwizards there about the research she's been doing on the use of trufflebluffs for memory enhancement."

"Trufflebluffs?" Draco said.

"Don't ask."

Blaise glanced back down at the babies, now laying wide-eyed but silent in their basinets. They really were cute, if you got past all that wrinkled skin and the puffy cheeks and the Weasley red hair. They at least had Draco's eyes. Not that Blaise didn't think Ginny's eyes were pretty, but Malfoy children should have at least one Malfoy trait.

"Ohhhh, Ginny!" Luna squealed, skipping into the room like some overgrown preschooler. Blaise found himself smiling as he watched her dance to the bed and envelope Ginny in a gentle hug. "Congratulations! Oh, I bet you were fantastic." Luna looked to Draco for confirmation.

Draco nodded, but he had eyes only for his wife. "She was amazing."

"Where are they?" Luna asked. "Where are the babies?"

Ginny pointed to the other side of the room where Blaise stood beside the basinets. Draco stood and walked over.

"Luna, Blaise, meet your niece, Vivien Carina, and your nephew, Leo Alexandre." He reached into one basinet and scooped out a pink bundle to hand to Luna. Blaise took the blue bundle and stared down into the silver eyes of his 'nephew'.

"So you were both right," Blaise commented, looking up from the baby to catch Draco's eye. Draco had finally gotten his son, and a beautiful little girl to go with it. "Congrats, man."

Draco's smile was wider than Blaise had ever seen it and right there he decided that this was what he wanted; a wife, children, a family to call his own. He glanced at Luna. She still hadn't agreed to go on a date with him, but as he watched her play with little Vivien's fingers, her eyes so warm and soft, he promised himself that he wasn't giving up.

"This pink clashes horribly with your hair, sweetie," she told the infant.

Draco chuckled, Ginny looked a bit irate, Blaise felt his heart constrict and he hugged Leo tighter. This was what he wanted. In that dreary hospital room, surrounded by the people he considered family, he made a vow that this was what he would have.

END.

A/N: Thanks for coming along on the ride, it's been a blast. I'm kind of sorry it's over. I might write a sequel about Luna and Blaise, but who knows. Be sure to let me know what you thought of the chapter and the story as a whole. Let me know if you have questions which were not answered.

A note on the twins' names:

The Black family has a tradition of naming their children after constellations. Leo is the constellation the Lion, which I thought was very appropriate since his mother is a Gryffindor. Carina is the constellation the Keel. The meaning isn't significant, it was just my favorite for a girl's name.

Vivien and Alexandre come from Arthurian legend. Arthur, obviously, is also from Arthurian legend, Ginevra is a form of Guenevere (Arthur's queen), and Percy is a shortened form of Percival (who was a knight). Vivien, in case you're interested, was one of the ladies of the lake. Alexandre was the nephew of King Mark.