This is it. The last chapter. You guys are great and made me laugh and smile with your comments and PMs. I hope this satisfies some people and if it doesn't... well I tried.

One Year Later...

She shuddered as his fingers traced over the scars on her thighs. Fingers were replaced by lips as he tried to kiss away the memory of what had happened to her.

"Explain these to me," he whispered across her skin. "You always brush it off, but I want to know."

Pansy sighed against his ministrations and conceded. "When my father found out about what I had done to you, about screaming for someone to take you, he didn't take too kindly to it. Switches hurt, they stung like I had sat in stinging nettles. His belt left the scars though." She felt his fingers pause over the scars, his lips hesitated over her skin. "He said 'No one will ever want you now, Pansy. You wanted to send the Chosen One to his death, to the Dark Lord, and for what? He won and now everyone will remember that Pansy Parkinson was the stupid girl who tried to offer up Harry Potter. No one will want you as a wife. Not after that'. So now I bare the scars of my humiliation, of my lack of bravery. I wasn't sorted into Slytherin for nothing. Cunning and quick to save my own ass. And all it got me was scars across my backside and down my legs. Proof that I was scared. And I'll live with them everyday."

Harry's fingers gripped her hip as he moved himself to face her instead of laying behind her, her belly making it difficult to lay on her back, so she now splayed on her side at night. "I was scared too, you know. Scared to face the man who had hunted me my entire life. Scared to face the man who had killed everyone I had ever loved, whether by his hand or by the hand of his followers. So I understood your fear." He slide down to cover her body with his own, framing his arms around her head.

"I'm sorry, Harry for trying to give you to the Dark Lord. I'm sorry I wasn't brave."

"I forgive you, Pansy. I forgave you the moment you said it."

Pansy's lips crashed against Harry's, causing his glasses to shift on his face. She pulled them off and sat them quickly on the bedside table before bringing her hands to his cheeks.

"Let me apologize properly, shall I?" She shifted them so that Harry lay across the bed. Shuffling beneath the sheets, she tugged on his shorts and threw them off the edge. He wouldn't need those anyway.

"Pansy, you don't have to..." But the rest of the sentence was locked in his throat along with precious oxygen when she pushed him in all the way to the back of her throat.

Neville swept the hair from Millie's brow and kissed her forehead. Their coupling had gotten awkward with how big her belly had gotten but they still made it work. When Neville left the room to shower, she rolled onto her side for what she hoped was a quick kip. Her mind wondered as she tried to slip into sleep.

She had picked up knitting while she had stayed with Pansy and Potter for all of 2 weeks before Neville came in and packed all of her things while she watched him and laughed the whole while. But she had to quit when Hermione asked if she would like to help her make hats for house elves. She claimed she forgot how all the sudden and never picked it up again. And she did get a cat but the spoiled thing stuck to Augusta like glue. But at least the old bitty was kinder to her now.

Millie couldn't fall asleep and she had to pee. Her feet touched the floor as Neville turned the water off in the shower and by the time she made it into the bathroom, he had a towel around his waist.

"Do you think I'll lose the baby weight after this or will I always be as big as a house?" she asked him while she sat down on the toilet.

"I think that it won't matter to me either way."

Smart man, Neville Longbottom. Smart man.

"So you'd still love me if I always looked like this?"

"Are you asking me if I'd still love you if you were constantly filled with my child or if you were constantly this size?"

"Both?"

"My answer is yes. I would love you if you were really as big as a house, which you are not and I would love you if you were constantly filled with my child." He kissed her lips while he left the room, Millie still trying to pee even though nothing was coming out. Pregnancy was oh so much fun.

She yelled from her perch, "I love you Neville Longbottom."

"I love you more, Millicent Longbottom."

"George, did you grab the presents?"

"Yes, dear."

"Did you lock the store?"

"Yes, dear."

"Did you brush your teeth?"

"Seriously, Daphne? Yes, I brushed my bloody teeth."

Daphne's tinkling laugh filled the apartment. "Just checking."

"Did we have sex today?" George pondered aloud.

Daphne was quiet in the bedroom for a minute before she stuck her hand out of the door to drop her dress in the hallway where he was waiting.

"Oh, sweet Merlin." he whispered.

"Hurry along, George. We don't want to be late for dinner."

He almost stumbled over his feet to get to her.

"Yes, dear."

Theo held Luna's hand as she showed him the newest plants she had added to his mother's garden. Her contractions coming closer with each minute that passed. She had been due a week ago but their stubborn little girl wanted to wait till the perfect time. Luna swore it had to do with the moon and the amount of dabberbimps in the air but Theo just figured she wasn't ready yet.

"Luna, if we have this baby in the garden, I might freak out."

"I think having the baby in the garden sounds lovely, Theo." She gribbed his hand tight, "but maybe you should owl the Weasley's and tell them we won't make it to the baby shower. Then I promise we can go to St. Mongo's ok?"

Blaise felt like her had begged her a million times but Padma was stubborn as a mule when she decided something. He watched her wrap the baby up in a sling, because for some reason she thought that he wouldn't scream during the floo travel if he was closer to her body. Which to be fair, he had no idea if she was right or wrong anyway. But she was definitely wrong about this.

"Princess, please. All we have to do is go down to the Ministry to sign a couple papers and we can pretend it never happened."

"Blaise I won't fight with you anymore about this. Give it a couple years and then see how you feel about it then."

"My thoughts won't change. You've just given me a son, I haven't slept with anyone but you, and you said so yourself, I'm a man whore! You're my wife in every way except on fucking paper."

She fingered the gold band on her ring finger and watched the light catch in the reflection.

"Hmmmm, ask me again in six months." She decided.

"I'll have you pregnant again in six months so you can't leave me."

"I'm pretty sure that woman trap men that way, not the other way around."

"I'll do what I like, Princess. I'll lock you in the basement if I have to."

"Keep dreaming big, Blaise. But our divorce proved things to me that I needed to see."

"Explain."

She picked up the diaper bag and shoved it in his arms. "That you could have ran and you didn't. That you stayed when you didn't have to."

Ron placed his hand over the overly large blue bow around his wife's belly. Her face was bright and the dimples in her cheeks were peeking out when she grinned. She unwrapped gifts and ate little sandwiches that his mother had made for today.

Weasley Sunday dinners had turned into a bursting affair causing them to have the dinners outdoors to fit everyone. Arthur Weasley's threat to each man and woman who married into the family was taken very seriously, and not a soul missed the family gathering if they could help it. In some cases, Sunday dinners were the only home cooked meals they got during the week, and no one wanted to miss the chance at real food versus takeout.

Neville, escorted his rather largely pregnant wife back from the loo yet again, blue bow and all, to sit between him and Pansy Potter, who kept bursting into tears every time she received another gift and her pink bow coming undone every time she moved. Daphne flitted around helping the ladies get rid of the wrapping paper and plates they had left unattended. She had recently started Healer school at night, while she maintained Hermione's secretory needs during the day.

When his mother had offered to do a giant baby shower for the four woman at the same time, he expected one to be against it. Millie really hadn't cared, she was too tired to care. Pansy had fussed for all of 5 minutes before Potter told her to let it happen, they were now her family too. Luna just asked like it wouldn't matter, because she wouldn't make it. Which to be fair, she didn't. And Tracy wanted to help his mother pull it together. So after a couple weeks of preparing and fretting, cake was served and drinks were poured, Weasley sweaters were knitted for newborns and presents were distributed, Luna's put to the side.

Ron kept catching Daphne rub at her stomach when she thought no one was looking so maybe there was another on the way. Mione sat across from Pansy, watching the sniffling woman unwrap her gifts and making small talk, Malfoy not yet there. Molly was refilling cups of pumpkin juice for the pregnancy girls and Padma who was breastfeeding her newborn, mimosas for the rest of the party. When Molly made it to Mione to refill her cup with the fruity champagne, she politely declined and asked instead for the juice. Ron raised an eyebrow but Pansy screeched like a harpy.

"Beaver is pregnant!"

"Must you call me that, Pansy."

"You're pregnant aren't you?! I knew it! Harry thought you had the fly or the flu or whatever such nonsense you two spout, but I told him you were. I knew it! You owe me 20 galleons Potter!"

"Pansy, keep it down. I haven't told Draco yet." she hissed at her.

"Well why not? Doesn't he deserve to know?"

"We had a fight, if you must know. He wanted to move into a bigger house and I didn't. So we fought about it. And I only found out two weeks ago but we've been fighting for three and I didn't want to tell him till we made up."

"The only reason Mione doesn't want a bigger house," Ron popped in, " Is because that would mean they would have room for kids and she isn't ready."

"So essentially, you have now lost that fight with your husband and your holding back this information from him so you won't lose?" Pansy raised a delicate eyebrow and flung her hands in the air in a huff.

"Hermione isn't known for losing well," Harry laughed.

"What did she lose now?" Malfoy strutted up to the table. "She's been doing that alot as of late. Yesterday she couldn't find her wand and it was in her hand that whole time. Sorry, I'm late. Mother made me go through the Malfoy nursery. Something about the family tapestry and making room. Andromeda must be pregnant." He kissed Mione's head and sat down.

Pansy's mouth opened but a thump under the table made her squeak and shut her mouth again.

"Not lose as in I can't find it, lose as in games or a fight. Like the one we've been having about moving." Mione told him, staring at Pansy the whole while.

"Ah, about that." He rubbed the back of his neck and drew a deep breath. "We don't have to move. I know you want to wait to have kids so we can wait a few more years, if it'll make you happy."

"So you're saying that I win?" Mione asked him sweetly, a gleam in her eye.

"Yes, Mine. You win."

"Ha! I win!" Mione squealed, fist pumping the air. But she must have jostled herself because her completion turned a green hue and she ran from her seat.

Harry passed Pansy her money, grumbling all the while.

"What the...Is she alright?" Malfoy stood up from his chair to chase after his wife but Pansy caught his shirt sleeve.

"She's pregnant."

"She's...wait...what? No. But she was adamant about moving and she just...pregnant?" Malfoy smile crept over his face but as soon as it settled, his brows arched and his mouth pinched. "That little witch," he hissed and took off toward the Burrow.

Pansy rubbed at her belly before kissing Harry's cheek and returning to the baby gifts stacked in front of her.

Tracy pecked at Ron's cheek to catch his attention. "What's wrong, cupcake?"

"I forgot to tell you, I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt that none of this was real and you were married to Hermione."

Ron laughed so hard he knocked over his cup causing Molly to scold him. Tears ran down his face in mirth as he thought about being married to such a political climber while he still helped George at the joke shop.

"That's the funniest joke I've ever heard, love," he giggled into his newly refilled cup.

There it be. Now, I have a request for you. Write your own fic. It doesn't have to be a marriage law or even about Harry Potter, but write one of your own. Alot of people think this writing business is easy, when in reality it's the hardest work I've ever done, and I've built semi trailers and pushed a baby out with no drugs. Writing is harder. This was originally suppose to be practice for my actual novel but I had so many people following that I couldn't just leave you guys hanging. I tried writing a chapter a day with this one and I about lost my mind three separate times over this. And this was a relatively short one. So go on now, write me something cute and angst filled with a twist to it. Do you want to borrow my pencil sharpener? No? Well fine then. Me and my cow shaped pencil sharpener wish you good day. I said GOOD DAY!...and wash your dang hands. Love you.