A/N: Well, here's the last chapter! Enjoy!

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Epilogue

Becky gave a sigh of bliss as she stepped up to the front door of the Burrow, Ron's wacky but delightful house.

Just as she raised her hand to knock, the front door swung open and Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly at her.

"Come in, come in!" she cried joyfully, beckoning Becky inside. Becky grinned back and stepped in.

"Thanks for inviting me for the rest of the summer, Mrs. Weasley," Becky said, setting one of her duffel bags down.

"You're most welcome my dear!" Mrs. Weasley replied. She gave her wand a flick and Becky's bag levitated a few inches off of the floor. "Now give me the rest of your things and I'll put them in your room for you," she said.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," Becky smiled, setting the rest of her bags down. With another flick of her wand, Mrs. Weasley was soon conducting the bags across the room and towards the stairs.

"The whole gang is out back, waiting for dinner to be ready," Mrs. Weasley said as she began to make her way up the stairs.

"Thanks!" Becky called after her. She then walked through the house and to the back door leading to the backyard. Excitement bubbled up in her when she heard the cheerful sounds of activity and talking. Then she heard Draco howl with laughter.

Becky couldn't help but laugh at the wonderful sound. She twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. The volume of the voices tripled, and for a moment she just stood in the doorway, surveying the scene with absolute delight.

Then the noise disappeared as everyone's heads turned and looked at her. Grins broke across everyone's faces. Becky saw Hermione and Ginny in the middle of playing with Crookshanks, Hermione's ginger cat…Crookshanks was chasing a lawn gnome. Fred and George were clearly in the midst of setting off fireworks…their hair was smoking and ash was smeared on their cheeks and foreheads. Then there was Harry, Ron, and Draco. Harry and Draco were hovering in the air, upright on their brooms, still laughing their heads off…Ron was hanging upside down on his broom, his legs hooked over the broom handle so he looked more like a trapeze artist than a wizard playing Quidditch.

Becky smiled up at Draco, who grinned back, his eyes sparkling in the setting summer sun.

"Hey guys! Did I miss anything?" she called.

"HI BECKY!" they all cried in unison. Becky laughed and made her way across the backyard.

She stopped underneath the hovering Harry, Ron, and Draco. Ron had managed to get back upright on his broom. They all gazed down at her, grinning. Becky's eyes moved to Draco and she signaled for him to come down, grinning back.

"Keep going on without me, guys," he said as he lowered himself onto the ground. He dismounted his broom and set it down.

"Show me where you're staying," she said, taking his hand and leading him towards the house.

"I'm staying in Percy's old bedroom," Draco said as they went inside. They went up the stairs and down the hall on the second floor, to the third door on the left.

"How are you liking it?" Becky asked as Draco opened the door and they went inside. She sat down on Draco's bed and gazed up at him.

"It's great," Draco replied, laying down and putting his hands behind his head. Becky smiled and lay down next to him, putting her head on his chest and turning it to face him. "The Weasley's are the family I have always wanted. I still can't thank them enough for letting me stay. And Mrs. Weasley is a great cook."

"How long do you plan on staying?" Becky asked.

"Until I can find my own place. I've been looking for a job all summer," Draco answered.

"I'm surprised your father hasn't set the other Death Eaters after you," Becky said.

"Me too," Draco laughed bitterly, "He was pretty shocked when I ran off. I told Mr. and Mrs. Weasley that I wasn't comfortable putting them in danger like that, but they said they didn't care; that they wouldn't turn away someone who needed their help. I'd never be able to repay them for what they've done."

"They are a great bunch of people," Becky smiled.

"But enough talk about them," Draco said, propping himself up on his elbows and grinning down at her, "Let's talk about those lips that I haven't kissed in three weeks."

Becky grinned back and lifted her own head. Draco grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled her lips against his.

THE REAL END

Aw, I love happy endings! There's a sequel to this story, and if anyone's interested, I'll post it. Thanks for reading my stories, guys! Many hugs to you all!

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