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Chapter 15: Epilogue
Ron and Hermione were dating for the rest of their last year, which was a nice way to end it, don't you agree, reader? Both kept thinking, maybe in a few years…maybe…maybe. But they often had lively or very fiery debates and disputes, so it was like they were already married.
Harry and Ginny kept going out. They worked out fine.
Draco was clearly left girlfriend-less, but he decided to go for Parvati Patil. At first, Parvati was obviously not pleased by his attentions, but eventually found affection for Draco. And a lot of it.
And some other characters…
Neville and Susan Bones seemed to like each other and soon ended up together sharing their great love of Herbology and magical plants. Sometimes, the strangest things draw people together.
Dean Thomas, Ginny's second boyfriend, was glad to not be with Ginny. Ginny was very nice (and a very good kisser), but she had a penchant for playing interesting pranks, most of which he was the unfortunate victim. Dean decided to try for Padma Patil, who liked him because he didn't swear, would dance with her at balls, and didn't wear odd, maroon, second-hand dress robes, unlike her first date in fourth year, Ron Weasley.
Lavender Brown ended up with no one, as she was one of the clingiest and most irritating girlfriends that ever existed (Ron heartily agreed with this, as it was his full description of our friend, Lavender).
Cho Chang, Harry's first girlfriend, and Michael Corner, Ginny's first boyfriend, went out together. That was that. And isn't it amusing that Harry's first date and Ginny's first date went out—and Harry and Ginny were dating?
Fred Weasley proposed to Angelina Johnson. And she accepted. They balanced each other out with their favourite activities: Quidditch and the joke-shop. So it worked out well enough with the utmost felicity and happiness. Except when Angelina sometimes found fake wands in place of her real wand, or Portable Swamps in the shower, or when Fred found Quidditch robes in his storage room with the Shield Cloaks, or a broomstick and some violent Bludgers in his closet. But otherwise, everything was fine.
George married a Muggle girl who loved the joke-shop stuff he showed her (she declared that they seemed just like real magic, tee hee). George's marriage completely delighted his father, who took to asking poor Annie long, tiresome questions about the function of steamboats and kites. Actually, she found this quite amusing. But George definitely did not.
Draco and his mother went into hiding, as Voldemort was powerful and now searching for disloyal Death Eaters. He (A/N: OOC moment—again) and Narcissa (and Parvati) fled to New York City, where Voldemort was not entirely successful in finding him—too complex, NYC was.
Ah yes, Umbridge—she decided to work for Hogsmeade in the end, not wishing to go back to Hogwarts or the Ministry, and became a waitress at Madame Puddifoot's teashop.
So, all were happy and content. That was that. I hoped you did enjoy this, reader, and if you did not, well, that's okay. So now, we must say…
Bye for now
A/N: If I ever get a chance, I may write another story about Voldemort's unsuccessful search in NYC for Draco. It could prove interesting, as I generally say. Well, that's my second fanfic, though many may consider it my first, as it was the sequel to No Magic Allowed. Anyway, I'm done! Thanks to everyone for the reviews, and—au revoir!
Oh—you know what? I lied about whatever new story I'm coming up with. I think I'll just continue this whole thing in one huge set of fanfic stories.