CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE (Nineteen years later)

One date turned into five dates. Five dates, into ten. Until finally, he asked her to marry him. And it turned out to be one of the best choices he ever made. Life wasn't perfect, he knew that it usually never was, but he was happy. She was happy.

Draco woke silently, his eyes opening slowly in the semi darkness of their room. Pulled from dreams of the beginning of his wonderful, crazy, future. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he sat up, looking down at his sleeping wife, her full lips parted slightly as she breathed. His fingers brushed her black hair off her face - she looked so peaceful.

The scars on her neck were hardly visible anymore. The faint white lines blending in with her pale skin. His eyes hungrily roamed over her body, and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, as to not wake her. She was never a morning person anyways.

Rising from their bed, he hissed silently as his bare feet hit the cold floor, he went to their closet and pulled out a suit. Laying it across the back of the vanity chair.

Today was the day.

A red leather bound book caught his eye, lying on his wife's vanity. Draco glanced back at her sleeping form, she hadn't moved. So he picked up the leather bound book and sat at the edge of the bed. He recognized this book.

Emblazoned on the front in gold letters read the word: "Memories".It had been a gift from the Potter's the Christmas after the war had ended. Evangeline had been thrilled, and used the book often. The photo album served as a journal to her in some ways.

He opened the cover and there on the first page was a picture of his wife, Potter, Granger, and Weasley along with himself (although he looked uncomfortable) smiling up at the camera. How young they had looked! His wife was held up by crutches, white gauze wrapped around her head, she looked a little worse for wear - then she winked. A smile touched his face. It was taken just days after the battle.

Flipping the page he came to the photo of her and Verity, dancing around the yard in summer dresses. His mother was holding a cake in the background. Verity's third birthday. The younger image of him ran across the photo, chasing both girls.

Then there they were. He was kneeling in front of her on her nineteenth birthday, asking her to marry him. Tears glittered in her blue eyes as she kissed him. He slid the diamond ring onto her fourth finger as her brother, Nathan, clapped him on the back. Beside the picture was his wife's neat, but elegant handwriting.

"One of the best days of my life".

He touched the ink with his fingers, heart swelling as he flipped the page. The picture had been taken not long after their engagement. She was standing outside of Weasley's Wizarding Weezes, an arm around George Weasley's shoulders hold a small blue vial.

Her smile couldn't be more radiant, her engagement ring glittering on her finger. Above them was a gold banner with writing: MAGICAL EXPLODING POTIONS, A NEW LOOK FOR THE OLD YOU!

Then the vial exploded and the two disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke. When it finally cleared they were bent over laughing. Evangeline had taken on a job there, working as a partner in the joke shop with the remaining Weasley twin. She loved it, and that's all he cared about.

The next picture was of him, playing Wizards Chess with his brother-in-law as his muggle wife helped him cheat. Somehow, although it didn't surprise him, the woman was a genius. It helped that Jason had no idea how to play chess.

Then, a picture of their wedding. They were dancing together looking at each other as if no one else was around. Her white dress hugged her curves and flowed to the ground elegantly. Her neckline was wide circled neck, embroidered with dainty pearls. Her sleeves from her shoulders to her wrists. She looked so . . . radiant, so divine. Her blue eyes sparkled, her black hair shinned-

A pair of slender arms wrapped around his bare chest. He shivered as soft lips pressed against his back until coming to a stop at the base of his ear. She breathed in deeply.

"That- was one of the best days of my life," she purred looking down at the photo, her eyes glued to his dancing younger self. "And that night," she added as an afterthought. She giggled as he shivered when she kissed his neck. "-and last night."

"Remember Jason's face face when we told him that-"

"- we made love for the first time on our wedding night?" she finished coyly. Draco could feel the blush covering his cheeks, hers too. "I don't think he appreciated that."

"He did ask, in a way," Draco reminded her, flipping the page and trying to concentrate on the photos. She suddenly laughed.

"I remember that! My obsession with jello," she said fondly. It was a picture of her in their kitchen, the counters covered with bowls upon bowls of jello, a spoon in her mouth as she modeled her bulging belly to him. A challenging look on her face. Draco remembered it clearly. He had come home from his job at the Ministry, having finally become an Auror, and found his pregnant wife indulging herself.

"When I came home, I'd thought you had lost it," he said. She scoffed.

"St. Mungos has good jello, I never realized how much I loved it until I left," she said flipping the page. She smiled down at the picture, fingers brushing across the image of their son cooing up at a tired image of her. His fingers were wrapped around one of hers. She looked utterly exhausted, but still beautiful. He entered the picture then, kissing her and then the top of their son's head. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

"One of the worst and best of my life," he murmured. The next few pages were of their son. His first birthday, first Christmas, first broom, sitting on his old grandfather's lap, sitting on Draco's shoulders. . . and then another picture of his wife pregnant.

"Oooh, I do not look happy," she commented. Indeed, she did not. Glaring up at the camera, she looked like she wanted to kill. Their son was sitting in a chair reading as she seemed to be trying to tell the camera something.

"Was that the time that he tried to blow up the cat?" he asked.

"Most likely."

They flipped the page, it was of their second child, a little girl. Libra Lacerta Malfoy. Evangeline looked tired again, but smiled as their son kissed his baby sister's cheek, he was smiling at her. His wife sighed.

"My baby girl."

He flipped the page. Verity was grinning next to a tall dark haired man. He had one pierced ear, his hair gelled into a soft looking mohawk, wearing a leather jacket. Verity's eyes were ringed with dark makeup, her ears were pierced, and she wore a leather jacket as well. The one and only constant thing about her was the trademark black curls that she refused to cut or dye.

"Ver and Derrek," she said. Draco grunted and shut the book. "You'll have to accept him, Draco. He's marrying Verity." He stood up and set the red bound book back on her vanity. He looked back at her.

The gray bed sheets were wrapped around her her bare chest as she gazed at him with dark hooded eyes. He approached her, pulling her against him as he kissed her. Her hands wound in his hair as he bit her lip.

She pulled away gasping for air. "Draco-"

"We've got time," he growled, pushing her back into the bed and covering her mouth with his.

My apologies for the lateness! I was at girls camp for five days, and the past two months have been hectic! One more chapter to go!

To my reviewers:

xXMizz Alec VolturiXx- I am glad you liked the last chapter!

TheElegantFaerie- If I haven't written it into the story, Draco does reconcile with his parents and they accept Ev. Sorry for the wait!

Guest- haha! "Moldeysnort", very awesome!

Guest2- again, sorry for the wait! Next chapter will be posted next, and I am so sad it's the last! :(

I'm a little unhappy with this chapter, but I love the memory parts. I find that if I go back and read my previous work I am dissatisfied with it. So maybe I'll come back to this story and revamp it, or maybe I will finally get myself a beta reader. :P

~Ciao