This is my last chap for this story. I mentioned a sequel, and will most likely write one, although it won't be up for a while. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, esp. PrincessXXMoonXX who has been a constant reviewer. Thank you. Please enjoy.

Hermione dressed quickly in a simple white skirt, and coral colored top. She couldn't stop shaking, everything was so perfect and yet she was scared shitless. What made it even worse was that she knew Harry and Ron were a lost cause. Even so, being friends for almost seven years, she at least had to give them one last chance.

"Maybe it won't be so bad," she muttered to herself, "what's the worst they can do? Call me crazy? Been there, done that." Feeling very little reassurance she said the password and prayed for a miracle.

When Hermione entered the Gryffindor common room, it was fairly easy to spot Harry and Ron by the window playing a game of wizard's chess. Most of the room was deserted, parents had started to arrive and the majority of the student body was outside with them. They looked up at her as she walked up to the table.

"Hi," she said softly. They both gave her a weak hello in response. "I know you two don't approve of what I'm doing, but I could really care less. It's my life, and if I want to be happy I'm not going to let you two ruin it for me." They didn't even pause their game or bother to look up at her.

"Did you come up here to tell us stuff we already know?" Harry's bored tone aggravated Hermione to no end.

"No," she said calmly, "I'm here to invite you. Draco's asked me to marry him, and I said yes. Dumbledore's going to do the ceremony in about 20 minutes. You're both welcome-," Harry stood up with a face red enough to rival Ron's.

"You're going to marry that prick! Hermione I tried to be patient, give you time to realize you were making a mistake, but I'm at the end of my rope. I wasn't kidding before and I'm not kidding now. If you marry him I never want to see you again."

"That's what I thought you might say. Before I go though can I ask you why? If you have a valid reason why you don't approve Draco, I'll listen with an open heart. But if this is still all about you, and the only thing you can say is he's your enemy, then no. I love you two, I always will, but I can't give up Draco because of some childish fights." She took a breath and waited for either of them to give her a reason. They sat there sulking for at least twenty seconds, Ron nor Harry saying a word. Hermione just sighed. "Well boys, have a nice life. If you ever change your mind I won't turn you away like you did me. Goodbye Harry, Ron" she looked down at Ron, then walked away. Once she was out the door Harry faced Ron with a set face, he had been bothered by what Hermione said more than he cared to admit.

"Go ahead, let her ruin her life. Two weeks, she'll be back." Harry sat back down and moved one of his pieces. Ron looked over at the door Hermione had just left through and said in a voice only he could hear.

"I don't know about that mate, I really don't know."

Two hallways away from the common room Hermione had to lean against the wall and wipe the tears off her face. She had not been expecting that at all, contrary to what she said. How could Harry be so cruel? At first she was sure she had him, now knowing the truth that Harry would hold his own selfish feelings over hers, it was hard to keep her voice from cracking when she left. Hermione shed a few more tears until she could get herself under control. When she decided she was ready she pushed away from the wall and walked the rest of the way to Dumbledore's office.

By the time Hermione got there Draco was so nervous he was having trouble not passing out. Who would have thought saying I will love you forever, would be so nerve-wracking. When a knock sounded at the door he jumped, and almost dropped the ring he had been holding in his hand. Hermione emerged from behind the door a moment later, looking as stunning as ever in her simple attire. Draco gulped loudly as she smiled at him.

"Are we ready then?" Dumbledore asked the two teens standing in front of him. Draco took Hermione's hand, absorbing her comforting smile, and nodded to the headmaster. Dumbledore smiled, "Then let's begin."

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The service was simple and sweet. By the end of it, all but Snape had shed a few tears, and even he was wearing a smile. As Hermione stood wrapped in Draco's embrace, the professors silently slipped out to give them a moment alone. With her head resting on Draco's chest, and tears of joy running down her cheeks, Hermione gave a comfortable sigh.

"I can't believe we're married, I'm glad we are though," she mumbled looking up to Draco's face. His smile was lighting his whole face up, and to Hermione he never looked more perfect. He kissed the tip of her nose lovingly.

"I'm glad too. I noticed Harry and Ron refused." He regretted it the moment he said it. Hermione's face fell and she looked down at the ground. "What's wrong, what happened?" He held her hand and looked pleadingly into her eyes.

"Draco I don't know what I'm going to do. They want nothing more to do with me, they never want to see me again." More tears went down her cheeks, not out of joy this time. Draco grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.

"It's ok, we don't need them. We'll get a place all our own, I've got all the money we'll ever need. I'll sell the manor, we can go looking for a place as soon as we're outta here." He was almost begging for Hermione to smile and say he was right, but she continued to frown.

"I couldn't ask for anything better than that Draco, you know that. It's just, how am I gonna live without seeing them, or seeing things that remind me of them. I'll always remember the hate I saw in Harry's eyes. How can I live like that?" Her desperate face was breaking Draco's heart; he could kill Potter right now. The happiest moment of his life, and he can't even enjoy it properly without Potter somehow messing it up. So he said the only thing he could think of.

"We'll move." Hermione looked at him bewildered.

"What?" she questioned, forgetting her tears.

"It's like you said, there's nothing left for us here. No parents, no friends, only memories. Let's start fresh, begin again. Think about it." He was holding her shoulders, staring strait into her eyes. "We don't have to go far, up north maybe," he placed a hand on her stomach, "raise our baby somewhere peaceful." Hermione placed her hands over his as her face slowly relaxed, and her features softened.

"If you believe in it Draco, then so do I. I trust you." She stood on her toes and softly pressed her lips to his. Draco eagerly kissed her back, gently cupping her face.

"I really wish you would reconsider," the two broke apart as Dumbledore spoke up from the doorway.

"P-professor, what are, what do you mean?" Hermione sputtered. Dumbledore walked quietly over to them, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders.

"Please sir, it's for the best, honestly," Draco explained, as Dumbledore walked them to the exit.

"While I can't understand your decision, I just want you to know that you are never alone." His smile comforted the two, and Hermione unexpectedly gave him a hug. "And of course I'll expect the child to attend Hogwarts," he smiled coyly.

"Thank you sir, and don't worry, Hogwarts will be our one and only choice," Hermione grinned, stepping back into Draco's arms as they turned to leave. "One more thing," she called turning around, "if you could, at graduation call me up by my maiden name."

"Of course, I can do that." Without another word the couple left, walking down the stairs and into the hallway hand in hand.

"So why don't you want anyone to know about us? And why do you think little Draco Jr. will be going to Hogwarts?" Draco asked as they walked out the doors into the warm sunny day.

"First of all we cannot have two Draco's running around, no. Secondly, you know you want our baby to go to Hogwarts just as much as me." She laughed poking him in the side.

"And what about your name?" he said knowing she was right about Hogwarts. This had been his sanctuary, and while his child would never ever have a life like his, he wanted Hogwarts to at least be a part of it.

"Oh, Draco, I don't think I can take anymore outbursts today. I'm forgetting my talk with Harry and Ron, and only remembering the good things. Believe me I'd love nothing more than to run around proclaiming my undying love for you," Draco laughed at the thought of Hermione doing that, "but I want this day to finish peacefully." She wrapped her arms around Draco's waist and rested her head on his chest. "I want to graduate so I can begin the rest of my life with you."

"Ah, ah, ah. That would be us," Draco corrected, lovingly placing a hand on her still flat stomach.

"I love you Draco." Hermione was sure she had never been happier in her whole life. Draco smirked down at her.

"As if you could help it," he laughed, earning a punch in the chest from Hermione.

"Come on you ferret, we don't want to be late for the ceremony." It was her turn to laugh as Draco realized what she said and had no comeback. Instead he gave her a devilish look; a look Hermione knew meant trouble.

"Now Draco, be reasonable," she couldn't stop laughing even as he started walking closer to her. While she still had a chance she took off in the direction of the pitch, where the students were excitedly waiting for things to start. Draco sprinted after her, a huge grin plastered on his face, revenge is ever so sweet.

"Hermione dear I just want a hug," he cooed. It was followed by Hermione's laughter, as they both ran towards their future and the rest of their life, together.

Finis