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Crappery: This is the LAST chapter! It's the epilogue and surprisingly long! Be proud of me! Translation of the name mentioned will be at the bottom along with thanks
Epilogue
When the darkness cleared, there was a strange tightness in her chest and a slight, constant twinge of discomfort in her back. A groan slipped
from between her lips as she shifted slightly. From somewhere above her she heard someone let out a breathy gasp and then a large hand slipped into
hers. Mia instantly knew who was holding onto her so tightly. A smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she let her eyes open, not minding for
once the vividly bright sunlight streaming into her room.
"Hello Draco." She whispered quietly, warmth infused in her slightly hoarse voice. "How have you been?" She asked as if she had merely woken up
from a regular night's sleep.
He chuckled quietly and swept his gaze tenderly over her face as if burning it into his mind. "Just missing you, my love."
The ache in her back grew stronger and her brow furrowed. She shot a confused look up at him, any lingering drowsiness disappearing when she saw
the mirth in his eyes.
"What may I ask is so funny?"
"You made quite a disturbance when you appeared out of nowhere a week and a half after we were sent back. You popped in right in the middle of the
Great Hall during dinner. Before people actually recognized who you were, there was momentary speculation that you had fallen from the heavens.
Nothing any of the teachers, Dumbledore, or Pomfrey could get those clouds of frothy mass of fluffy feathers to disappear."
She sat up quickly and found that the slight pain disappeared. A smirk, one that she had acquired by spending far too much time in a certain
Slytherin's company, sprawled onto her face as she simply willed her wings to disappear. After a soft popping noise met their ears, she could have
passed for a human if it was not for her strangely coloured eyes. Gone were the pools of amber, replaced by solid gold with both and inner and outer
of a deep, bloody red. There were the eyes of a god, or goddess in Mia's case. Draco did not waste any time and wrapped his arms around her slight
form, hugging her tightly against him. He truly had missed this girl, his beloved, the only person he would ever kneel before. He grinned inwardly
before planting a kiss to her forehead, his lips slowly descending to press gentle, loving caresses to the rest of her face. He pulled away after a
moment, remembering something. He leaned slightly to the right as he picked up a heavy, massive book off of the bedside table.
"You had this clutched in your arms when you appeared, does it mean anything to you?"
She had taken one look at the tome and memories of the golden haired child/woman sprung to life. She knew that she would find all the information
she needed on discovering her identity within those pages...
Weeks blended seamlessly into months and Mia was extremely glad that they had only missed a single fortnight of classes. She threw her all
into achieving the highest grades and attempting to discover who exactly the child had been yet, reveling in her relationships, both platonic and
romantic. After smoothing her friendship with Ron and Harry she found their closeness had deepened considerably. While they had participated
little in the downfall of Atlantis, each of the three who had been there with her had in one way or another felt her crippling grief as she had
watched the island die. They had known, in a vague kind of way, what she was seeing and in their mutual grief and worry had established a shaky
truce with Draco. Upon finding this out she had shrieked with glee and thrown herself at her best friends of nearly seven years. Yuletide was upon
them in what felt like a moment and it struck her that her final year at Hogwarts was half way through, but in her mind she viewed it as half her
time to study for the N.E.W.T.S. had been 'wasted' in schoolwork. Amid the stress, the Christmas Eve came about and she found herself unable to
study or search. Mia drew away from a table in the Head student's common room and wandered down to the Great Hall. The Christmas Feast was in
full swing and she paused for a moment in the massive doorway, watching the joy spread out before her. The little part within her that believed that
all those people's deaths had been her fault and mourned for them suddenly snapped close. And in that moment she knew who the child was. She
was shaking in laughter as she walked over to the Slytherin table, ignoring the glares of some of the resident snakes, sitting down beside her man.
He looked at her sparkling eyes and neatly put down his fork.
"Share the joke."
Between gasps of joviality, words appeared. "Goddess...She was...the Goddess..."
"Who was the Goddess love?"
"The...The child."
Draco had heard all about the golden hued girl who had sent himself and the other two back to the present time. He simply shook his head and
slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her close against him...
Graduation from Hogwarts was a bittersweet experience. It was then that they were officially adults, their sixteenth birthdays made them
adults in the law's eyes, and while Mia felt strangely glad about it there was still a lingering sadness that she was leaving one of the few places she
had ever considered home. Something must had shown on her face because she felt a hand slip into one of hers. She looked up into the concerned
eyes of a Malfoy and smiled.
"I'm going to miss this place."
"Me too." He whispered softly.
Moments passed and the ceremony finished. Everyone filtered into the Great Hall for the customary meal, when she let out a soft peep.
"I forgot something in my room."
He rolled his eyes. "Are you sure? You literally scoured that bloody place this morning."
A slight blush tinged her milky cheekbones at the memory of what had happened early and she gave a little shrug.
"I believe I was a little preoccupied during that 'scouring'. A certain devious Slytherin refused to let me out of bed until he was sure he would be able to
contain himself from leaping at me and ravishing me in public."
"Not my fault you like you do. If only you were a little bit uglier..."
"So you're saying I'm ugly now are you?"
During their little conversation they had let their feet guide them up to the Head's quarters and upon entering she turned to face him, her hands on
her hips.
He shook his head quickly, momentarily remembering an argument they had had a long time before. "Yep, that's exactly what I'm saying!"
She snorted and without any qualms, smacked his shoulder hard. "You little shit."
He merely grinned and pecked her lips. "Don't you have something you need to get?"
"Oh yeah...Wait here, I'll be right back."
He nodded and she went up to her room. The moment she disappeared, he sprung into action and within moments also ascended to his own separate
dorm.
Mia came down the stairs close to fifteen minutes later and was startled to find the common room empty. She was about to yell for him when she
noticed a trail of carefully arranged rose petals leading up to Draco's room. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw the slender path of crushed
redness and without a second thought followed it. Up the stairs she went and into his room, trudging into his bathroom diligently. The blood coloured
stream danced across the gorgeous white marble floor and ended in front of the immense bathtub that was in the shape of a delicately curved
crescent moon. A gasp escaped her and her hands flew to her mouth. The tub had been drained off water and the pool was filled with the delicate
blossoms of lilies, each tenderly and carefully placed until the hemispherical bath was filled to the brim. Placed skillfully on the center of the flowers
was a creamy piece of parchment with graceful purple script written on it. She drew her wand from her robes and levitated it to her. The moment her
eyes skimmed it, her rod of magically infused wood dropped from nerveless fingers.
It is impossible to describe how deeply my feelings for you, true,
But perhaps a thousand rose petals and lily of the valley might compare to you.
Upon watching you sleep now is known
That there is one way now my feelings for you can be shown,
Join me forever more in love, joy, and trust.
Mia, I love you,
Marry me?
The moment she read the last two words, a small black velvet box appeared out of nowhere and hovered just at the right level for her to pluck it from
the air. The parchment fluttered to the ground and the lid of the box flicked open without her doing a thing. She sucked in a startled breath when
the ring was revealed. Set in white gold was a glittering opal flanked by two diamonds that sparkled in the flickering candlelight. With trembling
fingers she pulled it from it its nest, simply staring at it. A rich chuckle echoed in the room and from a corner, Draco removed an invisibility charm
from his personage.
"You know my beloved, for our betrothal to become official; you must put the ring on..."
Mia turned glazed eyes towards him, her mind still several steps behind. He let out a nervous titter of laughter.
"Unless you don't want to marry me..."
She heard those last words and snapped out of her daze. She looked from the ring to the face of the man she loved, before emotion flooded her face.
"Draco, of course I'll marry you!" She gushed, before sliding the ring onto her finger.
The worry slid off of his face and was replaced by deep affection. His arms slithered around her waist and pulled her flush against him. He lowered
his head down enough so his lips just barely brushed against hers as he spoke.
"Can we elope?"
The carrying voices of the choir twined harmoniously with the organ and her father gently squeezed her arm. Mia turned her eyes up to him,
taking in his wrinkling face as if for the last time.
"It's time, baby."
She gulped her naturally pale skin whiter than the glorious dress she was wearing. It was strapless and fit her torso snugly until it reached her hips,
flaring out into a bell skirt. The bodice was decorated with a painstakingly precise design of tiny diamonds that to the casual observer was just a
mass of swirls, but to those who had created the gown, namely herself, her mother, and Narcissa, it was the night sky in all of it's majestic beauty.
She tightened her hold on her father and took in a deep breath. Her hair was done up in an elegant bun, tendrils of the locks that had grown to a
deep auburn colour after her encounter with the Goddess framed her face in graceful curls. She forced a smile onto her lips before nodding slowly,
silently praying that she would not be sick everywhere and then they began walking. The moment they cleared the archway and had walked through
the waterfall of white silk that had served as a curtain and she saw him standing at the altar, all of her melted away. A tangible joy welled up inside
of her and she felt as if she could cry from the intensity of it. Before she knew it she was standing before him, her father handing her over. Her
smile was no longer forced, but will the extreme elation she was feeling. Draco, who had had his emotionless mask on, saw her confident expression
and gave her hands a gentle squeeze as happiness flooded his still face. His mercurial hues sparkled and in what felt like a second, Mia heard
Dumbledore speak.
"I pronounce you Husband and Wife. Mr. Malfoy, you may kiss your bride."
Her breath caught in her throat as he lifted the elbow length veil and slowly lowered his mouth down to hers. The moment their lips met, her world
disappeared until it was only them. Her arms slid around his neck as she pulled him closer deepening their kiss. They most likely would have
continued if not for the series of whistles that came from two red headed twins sitting on the bride's side. She pulled away; her cheeks flushed, and
Draco slipped his arm around her waist. His eyes shown with love as he looked down at her.
"Ready Mrs. Malfoy?"
"You bet I am Mr. Malfoy."
She was shaken out of her reverie when somebody wrapped their arms around her heavily pregnant form. Mia turned her head to the side and
met her husband's lips, sighing quietly against him as he caressed her stomach.
"What were you thinking about?" He asked softly, as if speaking loudly would disturb the baby.
"Everything." She whispered back. "When I woke up, finding out the Goddess's identity, your proposal, our wedding..."
She straightened her head out, resting the back of it against his shoulder. He held her tightly and continued to caress their child through her skin.
She was eight months and thirty days pregnant and they had barely been married a year, although neither of them were complaining. Their unborn
daughter already had her name picked out for her and the eager parents could hardly wait to see Serafina Guenevere Malfoy. Draco hugged her
tightly against him and tenderly kissed her temple. Rare was it for a pureblood and a muggleborn to fall for each other, for that is truly what
happened, but when it did, wonderful things happened. Their child was proof of that.
Thus end this tale of strength, pain, and above all else: love.
-sob- It's OVER!
Serafina Guenevere (yes that is spelled correctly) means fair, beloved angel and if I have been informed correctly, Malfoy means something along the lines of unfaithful or unpure or something like that...So the baby's name is like the opposite, a testimony to a change in the family.
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