Epilogue

Reminiscence

The dining room was quiet without Krystal usually making solid remarks about something she'd seen new in her meanderings about the house that day or about another detail they simply had yet to overlook. Draco missed his daughter. He never thought it would get that far; that he would get so sentimentally-attached to a human being… yet he had. To two human beings, for that fact. And he wasn't really glad about that.

Attachment let to caring, caring showed weakness, weakness was simply not acceptable in the Malfoy Code of Conduct.

Thus, he had been quite frightened at first when he felt that odd void somewhere within himself. He thought that perhaps he was coming down with something, but it had been nothing of the sort. He had realized… hours later… that he just missed his daughter; the offspring that had came from inside him to Ginny and led her to carry it for seventh arduous months until the little rascal was born.

Krystal was a blessing for Draco, Ginny thought, the small girl had made her father show emotion more openly, and this led Ginny to a much happier stage of her life, where she could—and would—be tranquil about in which environment her daughter would dote herself upon. And her daughter was raised in the best environment possible.

Manners, spoiling, hard-work, culinary skills, refinery, flying; she had had a special instructor for each and every trait that could be mentioned, including—but not limited to—Draco and Ginny themselves. It had taken a lot of work.

And it was that their daughter had been a handful.

But they had no complaints whatsoever.

Ginny finished her meal and sighed for the thousandth time; she missed her daughter too. But they would not think about that at the moment. Their daughter was now receiving a proper magical education along with girls and boys her age who would be nice—and horrible—to her. The girl was rich, spoiled, and a brat, like her father, but she was also warm-hearted when she really wanted to or for those she truly cared about. But there were two completely alike personalities in her, and that would cause mayhem.

Oh dear… the number of owls they would be receiving.

Draco raised his gaze to look at his wife, who was currently drinking hot cocoa from a mug and reading a magazine, absorbed in one of its numerous topics. Her empty plate lay in front of her, the fork and the knife elegantly put upon it in a cross. She had taken up on a lot of manners that were essential for her style of life for the past eleven years.

She put down the magazine and looked at him, smiling slightly. "What's on your mind, Draco?" she asked silently, her eyes dancing with her smile. He returned her smile and folded his hands upon the wooden surface of the oak table. Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders elegantly.

"Nothing really, darling," he replied simply. She looked at him with a dubious expression for a second and then shrugged herself.

Draco had changed, if only to her. But he was still as cruel to everyone else and to people he thought that were inferior to him—in what case—it was almost everyone that was not his family or close friends. And there were even some close friends that were considered inferior.

She was rather forced—or rather resigned—to live with it all, with the difference in ideals and the difference in opinions. With the constant degrading of everything and everyone who did not share his opinions… including herself at times.

Regardless to say that it hadn't been the best of marriages, but she couldn't complain. As far as forced marriages went, she assumed hers was one of the best. And besides, what would be the point of marrying a Malfoy if he was not accustomed to getting his way.

And he always did get his way. And she loved him for it. She loved his determination.

"I love you." She smiled at him as she stood up from the chair and made her way to where he was sitting at the other end.

"I love you too," he said, sitting her on his lap idly and kissing her thoroughly. "How much?"

"Very much," she muttered against his lips and was slightly surprised when he made her straddle him.

"Why don't you show me then?" he asked suggestively and she laughed.

It was always a thrill with him, an exhilarating journey that had started all over again for both of them. Essentially, she thought; that was simply Marriage to a Malfoy.

THE END

Author's Note: Oh dear… it's over already! I want to think all the reviewers, each and every one of you because it would be impossible without you! MtaM is finally over and I will do that small one shot between Krystal and Michael, so keep a look out for it!

Thanks once more! As always, reviews are muchly appreciated!

Love,

Blue Rain