I hope that not everyone will think this ending is trite and/or overused. I thought in light of the chaotic events of chapter 46, this ending was appropo. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Epilogue

Ginny shivered and opened her eyes a crack – just enough to see where the coverlet was, and pull it up to her chin. She closed her eyes and snuggled lower beneath the covers. Just as she was drifting off again, she felt cold feet touch her legs. Her eyes flew open and she screeched. Sniggering filled the room, and she turned and lightly slapped her husband.

"That is so mean!" She shrieked, trying not to smile. He grinned and pulled her closer, dropping light kisses on any bare skin he could find – which was just about everywhere, since they were both unclothed beneath the covers. She shivered and forced herself to look angry.

"You know I only did it because I love you," he said, still grinning mischievously as he kissed her shoulder. She sighed and relaxed against him.

"Say it again, and I might forgive you."

"I love you."

"One more time, for good measure." He chuckled and drew her closer, dropping a light kiss on her mouth.

"Ginny Weasley Malfoy, I love you." She smiled softly at him and rested her head against his chest.

"I love you, too." His arms tightened reflexively around her, and she sighed contentedly as he dropped a loving kiss on the top of her head.

"So what should we do today?"

"Stay in bed," she said decisively. He laughed.

"Have you forgotten what day it is?" She frowned and pulled away slightly to look at him.

"It's a Wednesday," she said. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Is that all you think it is?"

"Am I forgetting something?"

"And people say that only men forget important dates."

"Draco!" she admonished, sitting up. "Just tell me what day it is, already!"

"It's our one year anniversary." She gasped and embarrassment washed over her.

"Oh – Oh, Gods, Draco! I'm so sorry I forgot!"

"It's all right, I'm not hurt or anything," he said, pouting. She giggled. "I was thinking that we should go out to dinner and then take a ride on the flying carpet in honor of the night I proposed to you."

"Flying carpet?" she laughed. "You must be joking! I still get chills when I remember my other ride on a flying carpet!" He chuckled.

"Fine, just dinner, then."

"Why can't we just stay here in bed all day?" she asked, laying back down and cuddling up next to him.

"You know," he murmured. "I'm starting to think that all you want from me is sex. It makes a man feel used." She ran her fingertips lightly across his chest and smiled.

"You love every second of it, and you know it."

"Guilty as charged."

"Bed all day, then?"

"Fine, but that means that I have to give you your gift now." She stared as he rose from the bed and rifled through the top drawer of his dresser. He withdrew something that she couldn't see and hid it behind his back as he climbed back into bed. "Now close your eyes and hold out your right hand."

"Draco, you didn't have to get me anything."

"The hell I didn't," he said, his eyes glittering. "You're my wife, and I love you, and it's our first anniversary. Let's not forget that you also saved my life in our first week of marriage." She blushed and looked down. "Now hold out your hand, already!" She closed her eyes and held out her right hand.

She felt him fasten something heavy around her wrist, and smiled to herself. He'd gotten her a bracelet, obviously. She was about to open her eyes when she felt him slide something onto her right middle finger. "You can open your eyes now."

She opened her eyes and gasped. On her wrist was a sparkling diamond bracelet, and on her finger was a gold band encrusted with rubies. She lifted shocked eyes to his, and he shrugged.

"The rubies reminded me of your hair." Tears of emotion welled up in her eyes and her throat constricted. She launched herself forward and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing as tight as she possibly could.

"Oh," she breathed, fighting back the tears. She hugged him for several moments, before letting go and looking at him again. "Then I guess now is the right time to give you your gift."

"I thought you forgot," he said, confused.

"I did," she agreed, reaching into the drawer of her nightstand, and pulling a rolled up piece of parchment out. "But I was going to surprise you with this today anyway – it just seems more fitting now, in light of what today is." She shoved the parchment towards him, and he took it even though he looked confused.

"You had a surprise for me for no special reason?"

"Sort of – you'll see when you open it." She watched with bated breath as he unrolled the parchment and read it. Suddenly it dropped from his fingers and he stared at her. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as he continued to stare and said nothing. "Well?" she asked finally. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"You're pregnant," he said, his voice belying his shock. She nodded.

"With a boy," she added quickly. He stared at her for another long moment before pulling her to him for a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her back as he kissed her wildly. When he pulled away, she was dizzy.

"I'm going to have a son," he whispered, awed. "You're giving me a son!" He hugged her close and squeezed his eyes closed to prevent the tears from falling.

"Are you happy?" she asked tentatively.

"Happy? I'm overjoyed! We have to tell my parents!" He jumped up and started to head towards the door, but stopped when she called his name.

"You're starkers!" she laughed. He turned beet red, and then pulled some clothes from the dresser and threw them on haphazardly.

"Come on! We have to go tell them!" She laughed as she got out of bed and pulled her clothes on. Just as they were about to leave their room, he pulled her close and kissed her languidly. "I love you."

"And I you," she replied breathlessly.

"And now we're going to have a family of our own," he said, amazement threaded through his voice. She nodded and tilted her face up for another kiss before following him down the hallway. They had been through a war together. They had watched her brother marry his best friend, and they had watched Harry's trial together. Now they were about to become parents. The best was yet to come.