Ten Years Later
Hermione was pacing the castle that Draco bought for her, him and the twins.
And Harry, Ginny, and their kid. They also lived in the castle.
The twins, Rose, and Lucius (or Luke) and Harry and Ginny's kid, James, practically grew up together as best friends. They were only nine and people started calling them the "golden trio".
Hermione shared a hearty laugh with her husband whenever people said this.
Hermione was sipping a cup of coffee and Draco was reading the newspaper when Rose came in.
"Mommy?" said Rose innocently. Rose resembled her father with long and pale blond hair and grey eyes and pale skin. Oh did I say "resembled"? I meant a spitting image of him.
"Yes, dear?" said Hermione.
Draco was reading the newspaper, but Hermione could tell he was listening.
"Everyone in school says you're a princess," said Rose, her hands behind her back and she was twirling in her place.
Hermione flushed. "In a sense, yes."
"Well than why don't you wear those pretty gowns like princesses do? Aunt Ginny does," said Rose, raising her eyebrows.
This hit it. Draco's head was in his arms and his shoulders were shaking. He was laughing uncontrollably.
Hermione glared at her husband.
"Honey...that's hard to explain," said Hermione.
"I have time," persisted Rose.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Rose was just like her father.
"Honey, I just don't want to," said Hermione. "Okay?"
"Why?" persisted Rose.
Hermione got irritated at the laughing Draco was doing.
"Never you mind," she said curtly, and Rose skipped off to find the two boys.
Draco emerged. Hermione gave him a dirty look. Draco was still chuckling.
"So do (chuckle) tell me (laugh) why you won't (laugh) wear the gowns (laugh) that I (laugh) brought you (laugh)," gasped Draco.
"Oh shut up Draco," said Hermione.
Draco grinned evilly at her. "Whatever you say sweet cheeks."
Just then Harry came into the kitchen. "So what's on the menu?" said Harry, casually, ruffling his hair.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Harry, you have legs, go get your own breakfast," said Hermione.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione, I was only joking."
Draco laughed. "She's mad. Don't ask," he said in his commanding voice.
"So would the Lady like to accompany the prince for a walk this morning?" said Draco formally. This was one of their personal jokes.
"Why, that would be lovely," said Hermione, taking the arm he was holding out.
Just then they heard Ginny scream "DRAKIE!"
They heard Ginny giggle from up the steps. They exchanged looks and burst out laughing.
"Well come on Drakie," said Hermione, still laughing.
Draco laughed too.
And so here ends the Tale of the Prince and Hermione.