Hey Guys! Here's the epilogue to my story. Hope ya like! Enjoy!
And that's it. Nothing left out, and no exaggerations. My intentions were not to make you cry, but to tell you the truth.
As for me, I now live at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. I bring Hermione flowers every weekend (roses, her favorite) and, to this day, I still wear my engagement ring as a memory of her.
I'm still good friends with Ron, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasley family, and I've continued teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. I think Hermione would've liked that. But I will always remain single, for there is no one else out there for me.
Although, the seasons may change, and as I grow older, I will always remember my 17th year...and Hermione.
And like Dumbledore, who is now a memory preserved in a framed portrait, Hermione is also preserved, only not as a painting, but as a memory in my heart.
My Dear 'Mione, rest in peace.
The End
I hope you liked this story! So far it's my favorite out of them all. Don't worry I've got some other stories in the works. PLEASE R/R!