Chap 35 - Epilogue
"When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel. Your skin makes me cry." Hermione sang, a book in hand. This song always had the ability to make her forget she was reading. "You float like a feather, in a beautiful world. I wish I was special. You're so fuckin' special."
"I will never get used to this," Ginny said as she sat down at the table next to Hermione. The redhead began to put sandwiches and salad on her plate, the brunette smiling at her friend over her book.
"You don't need to. Just accept it," Hermione said as she glanced at her friend, humming as she set her eyes back to her book.
"I don't know if I can do that, either," the younger witch said with a shake of her head.
"Gin. How much more time do you need?"
"As much as it takes," Ginny answered. "Which may be a shite load of it. Maybe even the rest of it."
As if on cue, the two witches heard the rumbling of a motorcycle engine aproach up the driveway, and Hermione's face broke into a huge grin while Ginny rolled her eyes at her. For however romantic Ginny was with Harry, the idea of Draco still threw the red-head off. Harry had grown tolerant of the Slytherin alum, joining Ginny at the two-year-old cottage, which Hermione and Draco had shared for a year now, for dinner about once a month. The two men would speak amicably, and each time it became easier for Harry to visit.
Ron, however… Well, Hermione didn't think she'd speak to him for many years yet. He'd openly lost his top when the curly-haired witch told the two men of her relationship with Draco, and it had gotten so ugly it had made headlines. Hermione didn't blame him, though. She knew he'd act that way, just as she knew that he would someday come around.
Hermione set her drink and book down on the table, then moved to the counter where a glass and a bottle of Draco's prefered scotch sat in wait for him. She poured two finger's worth, and went to the door, opening it as Draco made his way up the walkway in her direction, helmet under his arm.
He grinned broadly as he saw her, and stepped onto the deck where he took the glass from her and planted a swift kiss on her lips, breaking away to say, "I will never grow tired of being greeted like this." He gave her another kiss, a longer one, right on her smiling lips, then stepped back to drink from his glass.
"Ginny's here," Hermione stated, somewhat like a warning.
Draco smirked, asking, "Shall we, then?" as he held out his arm out to her. Hermione nodded her head and took his arm, and he led her into their house.
Fin