A/N: This is the last installment of Untitled, Everyone! I'm thankful for everyone who has read my story, and I am even more thankful for those of you who have read and reviewed, be it good or bad. If you stuck with this little novella over the months that I had abandoned it (and there are a couple of you that have; you know who you are) than I absolutely love you and send you lots and lots of sweets! There won't be a sequel, so don't ask. Also, this just an epilogue, not an actual chapter. Without further ado, may I present to you, the last and final installment of Untitled!

Disclaimer: As I do not own Harry Potter, or Draco Malfoy, my psychologist says it would be inappropriate to dream of chaining them up and covering them with fluffy whipped cream, however much I or they would enjoy it. She says it is also inappropriate for me to use marshmallows, chocolate sauce, or other delectable eatables in these "fantasies".

It had been 14 years since the downfall of Voldemort, 14 years since Ronald Weasley's suicide in the Heads' Tower, and more importantly 14 years since the disappearance of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.

Today, Harry Potter and his wife, Ginny, were sending their two fine children off to Hogwarts. The eldest, a bright red headed boy, was named Ronald, after his uncle. He was starting his 2nd year. His younger brother, James, took after his father. He was starting his f1st year this year, and Ginny and Harry couldn't be much more pleased than they were.

Harry and Ginny stood in the back of the crowd after they had boarded their children, and noticed a couple of new faces. "Ginny, look over there. Who is that couple?" Harry asked, pointing to a tall man with ashen blonde hair, and a shorter, plumpish woman with curly chocolate brown locks.

"Why, it looks like Draco and Hermione!" Ginny said, startled. Harry watched the couple as they boarded their only child, a fair haired girl with white-blonde hair.

"No, no, it couldn't be, Ginny. They're… They're gone Ginny. Hermione's not coming back to us." Harry said, tears nearly springing to his eyes more than decade later.

"I know, Harry, I know. But every time I see someone who resembles them, I just…" she said, not finishing her sentence. Harry knew what she meant. She had said it enough times.

They walked away, back through the platform wall, as the train blew its whistle. They never would find out where Hermione and Draco disappeared to. It wasn't that they hadn't looked; it was just that the couple couldn't be found. The reason, the reader may ask?

Death has an unfortunate way of making even the most conspicuous people hard to find.

The End


Okay, now I know there are people out there going, "What in the world?". Let me explain. There will be no sequal to this story about the other characters, so do not ask. I only do D/Hr pairings, for now, anyway. I may do a side-story, if enough people ask me and the mood strikes me. shrugg That's about all I have to say.