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AN: This is it: the end. The last chapter of this story. There will be no sequel, sorry. I just feel like I've done all I can. In response to –KattyKoo-: I toltally forgot about that. I'll thank the reviewers at the end.
Find Me, Help Me, Marry Me
Epilogue
Deatheater Draco Deteriorates by Dementors
By Rita Skeeter
Everyone expected this. We all knew that 21 year old Draco Lucius Malfoy would become a Deatheater just like his father Lucius Malfoy. It was only a question of when. This journalist reports that yesterday, December 20th, at precisely 9:27 pm, Draco Malfoy received the Dementor's Kiss. However instead of removing the invalid's soul, it killed him, effectively killing the Pure Malfoy bloodline. As of today, the Bloodlines of Black, Malfoy, Lestrange, and Parkinson are gone. When asked for his final words, he merely replied, "I'm sorry, Granger, Weasley. I should've known better." Malfoy, strangely submissive, walked towards the Dementor. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, would like to thank Albus Dumbledore, George Weasley and Hermione Granger would captured the Deatheater and also stopped a relatively unknown one from becoming a new Dark Lord.
Said Miss Granger: "Malcolm Manning was kind of a dense fellow. It wasn't that hard to stop him." To which Mr Weasley said, "What she said."
The world is thankful to Mr Weasley and Miss Granger and Professor Dumbledore for their acts of kindness and bravery and wishes them a Happy Christmas and wonderful New Year.
Harry placed the Daily Prophet down on to the Weasley table, re-reading it in his head. The rest of the family were staring at George and Hermione who were grinning back at them.
"What I can't believe," Molly Weasley began, "Is that they waited three months before they ran the article."
Hermione grimaced. Her parents had posed the same question. "It was because they couldn't, in essentials, run the same information twice. So the Daily Prophet decided to publish the article after they knew the outcome of Malfoy's trial."
Malfoy's trial had been especially harsh, even Ron and Harry admitted it. On several occasion they had randomly burst out: 'What happened to not blaming the son for his father's sins'… or something to hat affect. And the crazy thing was, when the Wizengamot pronounced him guilty, Draco acted as if he knew all along. Which he probably had.
Angelina Johnson-Weasley, who was still coming down from her honeymoon high, looked at the couple, fiercely proud. "I'm glad you two had a row."
"Angelina!" Selene gasped, scandalised. "It iz not polite to zay zuch a teeng."
"What?" she shot back. "I am! If they hadn't, then we'd have another Dark Lord on the loose."
This fact sobered everyone up. All now had lived the horror that was Voldemort and nobody wanted another decade and a half of fear. No matter how incompetent the new Dark Lord would have been.
"Hey, c'mon now," Fred said. "It's done and over with. Let's eat." His pronouncement stirred a flurry of activity.
The Weasley Clan, being so many now, all had conflicting schedules. December twenty-first was the only day they could find which suited them all comfortably to have Christmas Dinner.
Molly went to get the turkey; Hermione, the cranberry sauce and salad; Selene brought the smoked salmon to the table; while Christy and Jessica brought the drinks and Ginny the pudding.
Dinner was a jolly affair, and you could not hear the forks and knives over the din of conversation. Once, Ron's food exploded in his face, and everyone immediately turned to the pranking twins. "What?" they replied, in unison. "We were only trying to teach him some manners."
Present Time was an entirely different matter. Everything was hushed until the gifts were brought out. Then Fred and George and surprisingly, Bill clamoured all over the elder Mrs Weasley to get their presents. When their significant others had finally managed to control them she huffed, "Just for that, you three will be getting your presents last."
"No!" protested Hermione. "Molly, can I go last?"
"Why dear?" But as Hermione opened her mouth to respond she was cut off by Molly saying, "Doesn't matter. Of course dear, you can go last."
She began to hand out presents to everyone but Hermione.
George leaned over to whisper in his girlfriend's ear. "It's good you wanted to go last."
"Why?" she chuckled back. "So you could get your presents?" Her words were emphasized by Molly handing a present to George.
"Well, yes. But not just that."
"Then why?"
He answer with a predictably cryptic, "You'll see."
Hermione was beginning to regret her decision to go last. She was feeling a tiny bit put out. But then, like a ray of shinning light, her turn to open presents came.Bill and Selene gave her a Gryffindor bracelet and Charlie and Christy gave her a bottle of perfume. And of course, Fred and Angelina gave her the newest product from WWW although Angelina couldn't help but add, 'It wasn't my idea. Unless you like it. Then, it was all me."
Molly and Arthur gave her sweets and a teal Weasley sweater while Ginny, Harry, Ron and Jessica all chipped in to get her a lifetime discount card to Flourish and Blotts.
George was last. First he handed her a long thin box in which was a locket necklace. Inside the locket was inscribed: George and Hermione – together through it all.
Hermione loved it and gave him a sound kiss, but her curiosity got the better of her and she asked, "What's in the other box?"
"Hermione," George said, standing up and pulling her to her feet. "I don't think you realize how much I love you. So much that there was a world-wide flood, I would still swim the ocean to get to you." He paused and bent on one knee. "There is but one thing I ask of you. Hermione Jane Granger, would you do me, George Weasley, the greatest honour of officially becoming my wife-to-be?"
He opened the tiny little blue box, to reveal a modest sized diamond surrounded by tiny little rubies on a gold band. A ring. An engagement ring.
The entire room held their breath as they waited for Hermione's response. When they saw the tears in her eyes, they grew worried that she would say no… again.
But then, she held out her hand and replied. "Yes. Once again, yes. And yes to however many times you'll ask me."
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