A/N: I'm sorry if there was any confusion regarding the last chapter. I wasn't even aware of it until I got confused reviews in my email. So for those of you that are really confused, I started chapter 12 as a continuation to chapter 1. I sort of assumed that it was understood that chapter 11 pretty much leads into the events of chapter 1 and then the events of chapter 1 are concluded in chapter 12. I'm not sure if that cleared anything up or just made everything more confusing, but you could always email me if you're still not getting it. So, sorry about that. And because everyone was so upset that the story was over, I decided to write this epilogue. I didn't intend to, but you asked and I can't deny you an epilogue, since mine are traditionally short and sweet. So here you go. Thanks for being such loyal reviewers!

Epilogue

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger said their I dos on a beautiful afternoon in May. Though it was still difficult for Harry or Ron to grasp, they attended anyway. They could at least understand that it was what Hermione wanted. Lucius had been administered the Dementor's Kiss for breaking out of Azkaban and numerous other offenses to the law. Narcissa was completely distraught at the loss of her husband, and she ended up killing herself soon after the Kiss.

Draco found all of this somehow easier to deal with since he had Hermione by his side. He didn't miss his father that much, of course. He had never been that close with Narcissa either, but he still felt emptiness without either of them in his life. Fortunately, Hermione seemed to fill the vacant hole in his heart when their last year of Hogwarts came to a close and Hermione came to live with him at the manor. They had been house shopping for a while; Draco was disturbed by the unhappy memories lurking in the rooms of the cold, stone mansion.

"There's a charming little house not far from Hogsmeade, Draco," Hermione commented, looking through the Daily Prophet. Draco frowned.

"How little?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Do you always need to have things big?"

"Well, with Draco junior on the way, are we going to have enough space?" He gestured at Hermione's pregnant stomach. Hermione suddenly put down the newspaper and folded her arms over her chest.

"Who says it's going to be a boy?" She demanded with a smile.

"I think it's going to be a boy. I've just got a gut feeling." Hermione shook her head and resumed looking through the paper.

"We'll have plenty of room, Draco. It's two stories with an attic and a basement. There's a large backyard and a wrap around porch. Can we go see it, Draco? Please?" Hermione begged, immediately liking the appearance of the house. Draco sighed and took the Daily Prophet from Hermione and looked over the description and price.

"It's kind of pricey, wouldn't you say?"

"Come on. That's not even a quarter of the fortune your parents left you."

"We'll still have the mortgage. Not to mention plumbing, electricity, and if we do any renovations-" Draco went on. Hermione sighed.

"We'll still have enough, Draco. But if you're so scared we won't, why don't we put this house on the market and see how much we can get for it?" Draco paused. The thought of another family living in the manor without knowing the horrors that had once live within those walls sent shivers down his spine.

"Why don't we sell it to a demolition company or something? They can get rid of it and build something new here." Hermione thought the proposition was a little odd, but she said nothing. She almost knew why Draco would suggest that.

"Okay. We could take a trip over there later. But for now, I need to lie down."

"Why? Are you feeling okay?" Draco asked, immediately alarmed.

"I'm fine, Draco. I just feel a little dizzy. It's eight months of pregnancy catching up with me."

"I'll come with you. I feel like lying down a bit myself," Draco offered. He helped Hermione stand and he led her upstairs to their bedroom, which used to be his. Hermione slid under the covers of the queen size bed and sighed.

"This is the most comfortable bed."

"I think it's actually charmed to make you tired when you get under the covers, but I don't know for sure," Draco told her, grinning. He got into the bed and snuggled up next to her.

"Do you really want to name our baby Draco Junior?" Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

"Why not? Draco's a brilliant name!"

"It would get confusing around the house, wouldn't you say?"

"Eh, who cares?"

"I do. So let's agree on names right now."

"You can pick, Hermione."

"No! I want to do this together!"

"Whatever you say, I'm going to agree with it...unless it's something stupid like Waldo-"

"I love you, Draco," Hermione cut him off. Draco caressed her cheek gently with his fingertips.

"I love you too, Hermione."