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A/N: This was what popped into my head after reading a plot bunnie on FAP. The specific plot bunnie is "Malfoy is in Divination Class when Trelawny makes a prediction. You choose if it's real or not, Malfoys reaction, etc., but the prediction must be about that certain someone he loves, which has now been revealed to the other Slytherins!"
Predicted
EPILOGUE
7 years later
"WAAAHHHHH!" a baby wailed, interrupting the wedding ceremony.
The matron of honor looked sheepishly at the couple being wed, before glancing around the crowd of people that had gathered to witness the marriage. She would know that cry anywhere. And she was right, immediately spotting her husband bouncing their fifteen-month-old baby boy on his knee, trying to calm him. Her lips quirked into a smile, at the sight.
If you had told her, eleven years ago, that she would be standing next to Pansy Parkinson, as her matron of honor at her wedding to Ron Weasley, she would have thought you mad. Likewise, if you had told her that she would be happily married to Draco Malfoy, with a beautiful baby boy, and another on the way. She would have thought it fit to call St. Mungo's right away.
But that's what she was. She was now Mrs. Draco Malfoy, and happily so.
The war had ended in their favor, thank goodness. Although, of course, their had been casualties and injuries. Dean had met an untimely end, when a Death Eater had snuck up behind him, while he had been fighting another, and AKed him. Mad Eye Moody and Dumbledore had met an end, while helping Harry fight Voldemort. But at least their deaths weren't for naught. They would have been extremely happy with the result. And imagine that it could have been a lot worse, if it had not been for Draco.
He had opened up Malfoy Manor, for their use, and they had taken full advantage. They had scanned through the books in the enormous library, especially the dark arts ones. They looked for spells and such that the enemy would use, and then they looked for counter curses. Basically, they used all the resources they could find.
And as the war grew around, amazingly, so did their relationship. They had grown together, as they had said they would. She would be lying if she said it was smooth sailing. They had their ups and downs, as any normal couple would, and more than their fair amount of arguments. But they'd gotten through them, their problems and the war. And was definitely for the better, if she could say so herself.
The prophecy had been fulfilled, to the delight of Professor Trelawney and the dismay of the others. It turned out that, when she had kissed Draco in their first conscious kiss, it had been a full moon. A blue moon, which made it more special than it already was.
Hermione returned her attention to the ceremony once again, just in time to hear the minister pronounce Ron and Pansy, man and wife.
THE END
(for real)
A/N: And there is my short epilogue. I hope everyone liked the story and how it ended, and thank you for reading. I'd still like to know what you think, so won't you be so kind as to tell me:) Did it move too fast? Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. ;)