Author's Note: Okay, so I got a few more requests for a sequel. Unfortunately, the first draft was absolute crap. So I have a compromise; an epilogue. It's one of those things that I think of during a case of insomnia and then I'm like, "Oh, duh, why didn't you think of that before? What a moron." Anyway, here it is, the next latte.

Epilogue

I've always believed in happily-ever-after, no matter how often I was proved wrong. What the storybooks say, goes. But now I'm starting to doubt.

It's one of those icy winter days where snow crystals crunch under your feet and each breath is a warm cloud.

I'm walking around the park, waiting for the next latte and the happy ending that goes with it.

It won't come. Not with a father like that and two friends like these.

Snow is falling, tiny white snowflakes floating down from heaven. I think a few tears have too, but I'm as far from heaven as I can get.

I see a figure in the distance. Could it be him? No, it won't be.

The snow is coming faster and I'm really starting to want that latte. With extra cream and sugar.

I'm waiting for that happy ending too, but I won't take it without grey eyes and silvery-blond hair.

The figure is much closer now, and I can see grey eyes melting something inside me.

It's not him, it's just my imagination.

No, I was wrong.

Now he's next to me, snow caught in his hair.

There's a latte in his hand and I think it's for me.

We talk about everything, except what we need to hear most.

His hand goes in mine and he hands me the latte. He remembered the extra cream and sugar.

The snow has stopped and the world is quiet in a hush of white and peace.

There's a city behind us, somewhere, but all I see is him. Him and the steam rising from the coffee cup in my hand.

He didn't forget the happily-ever-after either.

The Very Last End

A.N. Oh, what a joy to be finished! If you didn't figure it out, it was the brown-eyed girl's POV and she's talking about our favorite Slytherin. (No, I don't mean Crabbe or Goyle.)

Disclaimer: All the wonderful Ms. Rowling's. Even the park isn't mine, I based it on Central Park in NYC.