Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, only the story built around them, J.K. Rowling has that pleasure.

Warning: This fanfic will have themes of sexual and physical violence, domestic abuse, rape, content of the sexual nature.

A/N: Here we are my friends. The End. This took a lot of me to write, so sorry for the time I took to write it. Thank you for coming on this ride with me. This was my first fan fiction. I never thought I would write it, much less actually finish it. I. hope you enjoyed my story. Here's to the next one! Until the Next Story- DCP

Chapter 38: Epilogue

Hermione stood in front of a worn gravestone, flowers dangling from her fingers. It had been ten years since he died. So many things had happened.

Everyone had found their happy ending.

Harry had finally married Astoria after years of building the courage to ask her. Hermione had been subjected to so many late night floo calls from both Harry and Astoria. Harry was always asking her advice to woo Astoria and Astoria would always ask her why Harry wasn't getting on with asking her to marry him. She had been so relieved when Harry finally popped the question. She could finally have the night to herself.

Blaise and Luna were expecting their fourth child. Luna wanted a big family and a big family is what she got. Thankfully Blaise had no problem with kids, in fact he had taken to fatherhood with a shining. Though he was great with kids, without fail he always managed to faint when Luna gave birth. Hermione always stepped in to help Luna as a swarm of healers tried to revive Blaise.

Theo and George were about to about their first child together. The two had gone through a lot of rough times. The Weasley's had taken a while to accept that George was gay. But now Theo was a part of the family. The Weasley's even threw the two one of the Weasley's famous wedding celebrations. Not an eye was dry at their ceremony.

Everyone was so grown up.

Everyone had moved on with their lives.

It seemed like only a few years ago, they had all been fighting a war.

She glanced back at the grave. She thought back to him from time to time. She always wondered what would her life would be like if he hadn't gone down the path he had. She always came to the same conclusion.

Even when Ronald wasn't mentally ill, they still were not a good match. She supposed that she knew that early on. Although she had suffered under his hands, it brought so many wonderful people in her life.

Absentmindedly she smiled and rubbed her round belly. And it would be one more soon.

A pair of arms snaked around her and squeezed her gently. She leaned back into the figure and sighed.

"Ten years today."

She nodded, "It feels both like a lifetime ago and like it was yesterday."

"Life feels like sometimes. It feels like yesterday that I first saw you spewing facts from Hogwarts: A History at anyone who would listen. I quite fancied you for a minute before you joined the lion's den."

She elbowed him in the ribs, "And then you were a right prat for years afterwards."

He chuckled into her ear, "And I still fancied you throughout. Boys are arses to girls they like. I nearly lost myself when you punched me in the nose. Nothing is sexier than a woman on a mission."

"Well you must have liked me quite a bit to enjoy a punch in the nose."

She leaned back and they both fell into a comfortable silence.

"Draco… Harry told me they discovered that wearing horcruxes can affect your mental stability. Combined with the Weasley's family history, it could account for what happened to him. Do you think I'm…," she trailed off and rubbed her belly.

Draco let go of her and moved in front of her, "Harry told me last week as well. He did a test on the two of you also. Ron's personality meshed with the horcrux. Yours and Harry's did not. That is why you two escaped pretty much unharmed by its influence. You don't need to worry. It didn't hurt you and it won't ever affect them."

Hermione wrapped her arms around the man, "I know, I know. I'm just emotional. You know how I am."

Draco rubbed her back softly and chuckled, "I know. I endured it with the last two didn't I?"

She rested her head on his chest as he swayed her side to side in a soothing pseudo rhythm that he knew she liked.

"Hermione. I think it's time for me to tell you about what happened to him."

She pressed her head deeper into his chest, "I know Draco. I've known for a long time."

Draco stopped swaying, "But… how?"

"Kingsley came to me, before it happened. He told me what was going to happen and ask me what I thought about it. I wasn't in the best place at the time, and I agreed to it. Sometimes I regret my decision, but most of the time I don't. The world wasn't safe from him. It was only a matter of him before he got out. Azkaban could only do so much. I know you kept the secret to protect me and I appreciate that you did. And I know that's the only secret you ever kept from me. You are quite apparent with your 'secrets'."

Draco hung his head, "I should have known. You know everything and everyone. I swear you have eyes in the back of your head. You must have gotten that either from the fake Moody or for McGonagall."

Hermione thrust her fist into the air, "Constant Vigilance!"

Draco shuddered, "On second thought. Lets just say you got it from McGonagall."

Hermione laughed, "Feeling a little ferrerty are we?"

Draco pointed a finger at her, "You better watch it Granger."

"I think you mean Malfoy. We have been married for nearly seven years."

Draco pulled her close, "You've got that right Mrs. Malfoy. Seven years of bliss."

Draco leaned in close and gave her a chaste kiss. Hermione grabbed his collar and pulled him in even closer.

A pop sounded to their right, "Master! Mistress! Master! Mistress! Little Miss is getting into the dirt and she not listening to Bee."

Draco pulled away and sighed, "I've got it."

Draco turned and popped out of view. Hermioen sighed and shook her head. Always an interruption. But perhaps it was for the better. Every time they had a moment without an interruption, they seemed to add to their family.

She looked once more at the grave and gave it a wave, "Until next time old friend."

She strolled back to the meadow feeling the long grass trailing on her ankles and fingertips.

She heard the sounds of laughter and peaks of white blonde curls blowing in the wind. Her son Oberon and daughter Astrid were circling around their father. Draco spun in a circle while blowing bubbles from his wand for them to chase.

As she walked further into the meadow she was bombarded by the small boy screaming 'mommy' at her. She picked him up and brought him to the edge of a picnic blanket set out on the grass. Draco cradled their laughing daughter to his chest. Draco raised his head and looked to her with love in his eyes.

He placed a hand on her belly and rubbed it affectionately.

Everything she used to dream about came true.

Everything that happened was for this.

Her happy ending.

The End.