A/N: Well…the final chapter…I seriously never thought I'd get here. But, thanks to everyone who continued to read and review. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. And here's Chapter 18. Read, enjoy, review.

Emerald Flame
Chapter 18

Draco's POV

"So what'll you do now that Voldemort's gone?" Hermione asked, her voice slightly muffled since she was pressed against my chest.

"I don't know," I replied, burying my face in her hair, "I'll probably just buy a house with the family fortune and settle down somewhere…might try to become an Auror…What about you?"

"I'll just settle down somewhere and write spell books for a living I suppose," She looked up and locked eyes with me. I tilted my head down and stole a kiss, making her smile and lean her head back against my shoulder.

There was a knock on the door of the compartment and it slid open, revealing Harry and Eliza. They came in immediately, closing the door behind them.

"Hi!" Hermione said, attempting to get up, but I held her back with an arm around her waist. She whined a little and looked sideways at me.

"I'm not letting you go," I said simply, pulling her back against me. She smiled and tilted her head, looking up at me with those big, brown eyes.

"You'll have to eventually," She replied.

"You wanna bet?" I laughed.

She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms as best she could over her chest.

"We're not like that, are we?" Eliza asked, turning to Harry.

"You see, love," Harry replied, embracing her from behind, "I think we're worse."

"-Really?-" Eliza laughed, turning her head to see Harry out of the corner of her eye.

"Really," Harry replied, tilting his head forward and biting the corner of her ear gently.

"Stop now!" I said sharply. Harry and Eliza laughed and broke apart long enough to sit on the seats in front of Hermione and I.

"So what're you going to do now that Voldemort's gone?" I asked them.

"I'll just try to become an Auror," Harry muttered, shrugging.

"And I'll write the Harry Potter biography," Eliza replied, grinning.

"I was going to do that," Hermione muttered.

"Well I beat you to it, now didn't I?"

Hermione stuck her tongue out and Eliza laughed.

"I'll let you draw a picture or two in it."

"You don't want that," Harry muttered.

"Potter!" Hermione said, her jaw dropping.

"I've seen you doodle Hermione," He replied, "It's…interesting…"

"Bloody bastard, I should hurt you for that."

"He's right," I said to her.

Hermione tilted her head up to look at me.

"Everyone's against me," She sniffed.

"No…" I said in her ear, "Just -them.-"

I jerked a head in Harry and Eliza's direction.

"-Well- then," Eliza leaned back against Harry and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm just kidding," I said as Harry and Hermione laughed.

"No you're not," Eliza replied with a fake sniff, burying her head in her hands, "You hate me!"

"Well I wasn't going to say anything…"

Eliza quickly kicked me hard in the leg.

"Ow! What'd I do?"

"Everyone must love me or they shall die!" Eliza muttered evilly under her breath.

"Knowing you," Harry said to her, "You're telling the truth about that."

"Nice to know your safe, isn't it?" Eliza smiled at him.

"It gives me the warm fuzzies," Harry smiled back.

"And it should," Eliza buried her face into Harry's shoulder.

"Yet again," I said to them, "Stop now!"

"If you're allowed to cuddle over there then we should be allowed to cuddle over here."

"No, I'm afraid I can't cuddle with you. I'm taken."

"You bastard!"

Eliza aimed another kick at me and, yet again, kicked me in the knee.

"That was mature…"

"Don't make me aim higher."

"Uh…"

"Precisely."

"You're mean…"

"Yes…Yes I am…"

We began to laugh, but we were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Eliza called at the door.

The door slid open and Weasel walked in.

Hermione's POV

"What do you want Ron?" I asked the red-head as he stood in the doorway.

"Can…Can I talk to you out in the hallway?" He asked, "Just for a moment."

I tilted my head up to look at Draco before sighing and getting up. I walked with Ron out into the hallway, closing the door behind me.

"What do you want?" I asked Ron, crossing my arms over my chest and looking up at him.

"I just wanted to say…" Ron sighed and tilted his gaze down so he was looking at his feet, "I wanted to say I'm sorry, okay?"

He looked shyly back up at me.

"I'm sorry," He repeated.

I smiled and shook my head slightly.

"Apology excepted," I said to him, nodding.

Ron smiled and began to walk backwards.

"I have to go," He said, "Luna's waiting for me."

He turned completely and walked away. I turned and opened the door, causing Eliza, Harry, and Draco (who were all pressed up against the door eavesdropping on me) to fall backwards onto the floor. They quickly scrambled up and got back into their original positions, acting like they had never moved. I laughed and put my hands on my hips.

"Smooth," I said, "Really smooth."

They attempted to hide their laughter, but were soon rolling in laughter.

We spent the rest of the trip making jokes and reminiscing about the previous years at Hogwarts until the inevitable finally came and we pulled up at Kings Cross Station.

"Where will you live for the time being?" I asked Draco as we were walking off the train.

"Dunno," He replied, "I'll just have to get a room at the Leaky Cauldron I suppose."

"You can stay with us," Harry said from behind us.

"Us?" Draco asked, turning to face Harry.

"Yeah," Harry nodded, "Me, Eliza, Hermione, Tonks, Lupin, and a few of the Weasleys."

"That's a lot of people," Draco said.

"We'll only be there another year or so. Just until we have enough money to move out."

Draco smirked and glanced at me.

"Would they mind a Slytherin living with them?" He asked.

"I don't -think- so…"

"Then sure."

I smiled at Draco and reached over to grasp his hand before we all walked out into the crowded station.



A/N: ….Don't think I ended it properly…Oh well. That's the end of my story. I think I might make a sequel…I'm not entirely sure if I want to or not…But to NitenGale: My counter's messed up I think so you might have been my 100th review. Or, if not, I got one flame (1 out of 101...that seems good…), so you're my 100th good review. See, it all works out. Thanks to EVERYONE who EVER reviewed. Good-Bye, and have a nice day.