Epilogue-A week later.
Hermione wondered what the future would hold now. They had done everything they could to secure their future together. The money was there waiting for them in Canada along with new identities but still Hermione worried. Harry's words went round and round in Hermione's head:
"It will all work out alright" he had told her, she had repeated it over and over like a mantra. She said it even at her husband's grave side, even as Draco's coffin was lowered into the cold dark earth. She had seen the end of the Malfoy line, the last of the Malfoy name but still she worried;
"It will all work out alright; it will all work out alright…" she repeated again.
Hermione closed her eyes steeling herself for the future. She said her mantra again as she prepared to apparate to the London apartment. She apparated and appeared with a pop.
She saw him immediately in the kitchen, he had obviously just got up he was still in pajamas bottoms, black hair muzzled from sleep.
She ran to him throwing herself against his back. He caught his breath then turned and in one swift move spun her so she was trapped against the counter.
"See, it all worked out alright" he said as he lowered his lips to gently caress her throat, peppering her with kisses, she felt that familiar shiver run down her spine. But she backed away, he looked confused.
"Not like this" she commanded. She ran her hands through his soft hair turning the black to silver blond as the strands passed through her fingers.
"There that's better"
He smirked as his disguise fell away and pushed her hurriedly against the counter, fighting his urgency. She placed her hands on his bare chest he was running his hands down her thighs and she looked up into his silver grey eyes before she moaned his name;
"Draco."
The end.
Author's note
Okay hope you liked that- please review-but no spoilers!
So for clarity in case you didn't work it out –didn't want to be too obvious!
Harry was looking for the resurrection stone in the prologue which was used to bring Draco back.