Author's Note: Hi again! I'm sorry it took me so long to put up these last few chapters, but I actually lost my Internet connection for over a week and a half. Anyway, I thought this one deserved an Epilogue, so here you go.

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Epilogue...five years later...

"Harry! We're going to be bloody late!" Draco called out as he adjusted the cuffs on his white shirt.

"Hold on a moment, Draco! You can't rush these things!" came the reply. A few moments later, Harry exited the room across from their own. Draco drank in the sight of him hungrily.

"You look ravishing!" Draco leered, eying Harry from head to toe in his new black suit. As predicted, Harry blushed.

"You think after four years of being with you, I'd be used to the compliments." Harry muttered as Draco kissed his cheek.

"It's why I love you. You blush so prettily." Draco grinned. Harry smacked his arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Language." Harry chided, referring to Draco's earlier comment about being late. Draco simply rolled his eyes. He felt a tug on his sleeve and turned his gray eyes to the person standing next to Harry.

"How do I look, Father?" asked their five year old daughter, Amelia, dressed so pretty in the new pink satin gown Draco had gotten for her. Draco knelt down to stare her in the eye.

"You look even more ravishing than your Papa, and that's saying a lot." Draco smiled, kissing her cheek as well.

"Thank you, Father!" she smiled.

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Amelia Luciana Malfoy had come to them via tragedy. One of the families that had worked for Draco died in a fire at their home the night of Amelia's birth. It seemed that in his haste to run to fetch the village physician, Amelia's father had knocked over a lantern, catching the rug on fire near the bed where his wife lay in the last throes of labor. He had tried to put the fire out but the flames had spread too far too fast. His wife was the first to succumb to the heat and smoke in their home, dying as she gave life to her only child. Amelia's father, using the last of his strength and his life, covered the small baby with a blanket he'd soaked in the water meant to be used to clean her with and crawled his way from the house.

By the time the fire brigade got to their home, it was in ruins. Amelia's father lay in the yard, still alive but just barely so.

Draco had been alerted and arrived just as the physician was checking over the baby.

Amelia's father had asked Draco to be the guardian of his little girl, to give her a name, a sense of worth and a family, knowing he and Harry would treat her as their own. Draco sadly agreed. With a smile on his face, the man passed away with a last shuddered breath.

Ron had drawn up the necessary papers to be filed, seeing as how Amelia had no relatives willing to take her in and a day later, Amelia had been named and adopted by Harry and Draco.

She became the apple of her Father and Papa's eyes and was loved by everyone around her.

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The small family made their way down the stairs where Remus was waiting for them in the foyer.

"Grandpapa Remus!" Amelia smiled, rushing to his side. Remus picked her up and hugged her gently.

"You look beautiful, my dear!" Remus grinned.

"Thank you, Grandpapa. I do so want to make you proud of me today."

"I'm already proud of you, love." Remus returned, setting her on her feet. Draco looked at the man, seeing the small sheen of sweat on his brow.

"Nervous are we?" Draco smirked.

"Yes, I am actually." Remus nodded, swallowing hard. Draco clapped him on the back.

"You'll be fine, Father." Harry smiled, hugging the man he'd known all of his life.

"Have I told you how proud I am of you, Harry?" Remus asked him when they drew apart.

"No, but I'm sure you will." Harry joked.

"I'm serious, Harry. When I forced you to marry, I thought for sure you would hate me, hate the situation I put you in."

"I did, for a moment." Harry admitted.

"But I really was thinking about your own happiness. You'd given up so much for me already and I couldn't just sit idle and let it happen. I knew someone besides me and your grandparents and Hermione deserved some of your love and I had already figured out how you felt about Draco. It just seemed right."

"I love you, Father." Harry smiled, hugging the man again.

"And I love you, my son." Remus whispered.

Draco, who had moved away to give them some privacy, cleared his throat.

"I hate to break this up but we're going to be late and Mother will not be a happy person if we are."

Remus and Harry both wiped their eyes and followed Draco and Amelia out of the house.

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Harry stood behind Remus and watched as he pledged his love and loyalty to Narcissa.

As she had predicted, Remus did ask Narcissa to marry him the night Draco and Harry had finally consummated their marriage and she had agreed with a resounding yes.

Both had agreed on a long engagement to be absolutely sure of their feelings for another and now, five years later, they were making it official.

Amelia had been the perfect little flower bearer while one of Severus's nephews had served as a ring carrier. Severus himself had been asked by Narcissa to officiate and it was hard to say no to a Malfoy.

Harry caught Draco's eye, standing beside his mother.

I love you. Harry mouthed.

And I love you. Draco responded as Narcissa pledged her love and loyalty to the man beside her.

Harry may have not liked how their relationship began, but he was very glad to be where he was at that moment.

And that was all that mattered to him.

-Fin, again