AN: Thanks to my beta-reader Jolene that corrected this chapter and made it so much better.

AN2: This is the end, I hope that you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to all of you who took the time of reviewing and I hope you will read my other stories. I will now write 'Just Once' and then I will start the sequel to 'Revenge'.

17. Sunday

On the flight Sunday night, Hermione was gazing out the window when she saw him on his broom. She did a double take to be sure that she was seeing Draco Malfoy flying beside a plane.

Hermione blushed. He was obviously looking for her, but what did he want? After their fight, she had believed that it was over. She had been so hurt, because she didn't like to be accused of playing with feelings.

When she looked out her window again, there was no sign of Draco. He had given up. She sighed. She should be relieved. Why was she feeling so disappointed?

Draco concentrated hard and apparated in the plane. Unfortunately, he found one of his feet stuck in the toilet. He groaned. Could it get any worse?

Well, if Hermione would not accept his apology, he could even more miserable than now.

With a flick of his wand he dried his clothes and then strode out of the bathroom. He hurried down the aisle, scanning every row for his beloved witch. He was afraid of rejection, but at this point it was all or nothing.

When Draco finally found her, she was reading a thick book. He smiled. Certain things never change. Hermione was still a book lover, and standing there looking at her he wondered how he had lived his life without her.

Hermione sensed someone staring at her and when she raised her eyes, she was shocked to see Draco Malfoy looking at her.

When Draco saw that he had gotten her attention, he kneeled in the aisle of the plane and cleared his throat. He then spoke with a softness that Hermione had never heard before.

"Hermione, you are the only woman who is able to infuriate and inflame my heart. I now realise that I have been poor for all my life because I didn't have you in it. I made a mistake yesterday night. I am a very proud man but I'm here kneeling in front of you asking to be forgiven. I'm asking something else as well. I know that we have only really known each other for only a week but I love you. Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"

For a moment, she just looked at him, tears welling in her eyes. Then she threw herself into his arms. "Yes, Draco. I will marry you. I love you so much."

And then they heard sniffing and clapping around them. Everyone on the plane was moved by their emotional reunion. He took her in his arms, and after saluting everyone apparated to his bedroom at Malfoy Manor. Hermione was laughing.

"Draco, do you know that they will have to wipe the memories of an entire plane of Muggles?"

He laughed too. "Well, I got a bit carried away. I'm sure they will be fine. Now, Granger, what do you say if we go out for a nice Muggle evening?"

Hermione looked at the man in front of her. She knew that there were going to be times when he would make her angry and they would fight and shout at each other, but seeing the love shining in his eyes would always give her the strength to get through it all.

"I think I would rather put this room to good use, Malfoy," she drawled and then she found herself in his arms for a long awaited kiss.

EPILOGUE

Hermione sat on a bed, reading a story to a little witch with brown hair and grey eyes. The little girl was hanging on every word that came out of her mother's mouth.

When Hermione finished her story, she heard the little girl asking, "Mum? Is it true that you and Dad fell in love in a week?"

Hermione smiled and caressed her younger's daughter cheek. "Yes, Helena. Who told you that?"

The girl smiled, "It was Damian. He told me that I would hear about it when I grow up a bit more. He says that you told him when he was eight."

Hermione smiled; her eldest son Damian was as much annoying as Draco when he was young. He had gone to Hogwarts two years ago and he had been sorted in Slytherin with obvious joy of Draco and displeasure of Hermione and Harry.

"Helena, it's quite late now, but if you want I can tell you the story of how your father and I fell in love. Then you can tell your brother that you knew something before him." said Hermione.

Helena smiled. "Oh but it wouldn't be fair, Mum. I think I will wait until I'm of age."

Hermione laughed and knew then and there that there was going to be another Gryffindor in the family. After a Slytherin and her two twins in Ravenclaw, she was happy that the only girl and Draco's favourite child would be sorted into his least favourite House.

She was called out of her reverie by her daughter. "Mum? Do you think that Damian will stop annoying the Weasley twins? Dominick told me that Denis likes Samantha Weasley but she doesn't want to be with him because of Damian."

Hermione sighed, Denis was the most sensitive of her kids and the one in which she could see herself the most. He was so sweet and caring; more a Granger than a Malfoy.

She was saddened when she thought that Ron, Samantha's father would never let her near a Malfoy. He had never spoken to her again after the failed proposal and sometimes it still hurt.

On the other hand, Harry and Ginny had accepted Hermione's choice and they were regular visitors and friends of the Granger-Malfoy couple. Their son James was the same age as Helena and they often played together and their older daughter Lily, who had been sorted in Ravenclaw, was Dominick's girlfriend.

She thought about Helena's question and truthfully answered, "I don't think Damian will stop bothering the Weasley girls. I have a slight suspicion that he quite fancies Selene Weasley."

Draco cleared his throat and the two witches turned to see the Malfoy's head of house looking at them; half amused and half annoyed. "Have my two favourite women finished gossiping about my sons' love lives?"

Hermione and Helena giggled. He moved into the room and put a kiss on Helena's forehead. "Sweet dreams, my little princess. I came to take my queen away for the night, may I?"

Helena nodded and even when she closed her eyes she could still see her parents leaving her room, hand in hand.

She didn't want to disappoint her mother by telling her that she had known how they fell in love for quite a long time already. She had bribed Dominick into telling her.

A slight smirk appeared on her face. She was very good at fooling her mother. The truth was that she and Damian were very similar and could get away with murder without being discovered.

Her mum was too much a Gryffindor to understand… and that was the last thought in Helena's mind before surrendering to sleep.

… Six years later Helena Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin and Hermione was puzzled. She had been sure that her daughter would have become a Gryffindor. And even today she can't explain what went wrong…

THE END