That night, the dining room was decorated with streamers and strings of golden bubbles, courtesy of Professor Flitwick, who had somewhat unexpectedly shown up as they were setting the table.

'Who's left at Hogwarts, really?' Ron asked as they all sat down. 'Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore are all here.'

'Oh, there are enough who are at the school,' Hermione said. 'Besides, what can go wrong, with Voldemort out of the picture?'

'I'm more worried about wild parties than anything else,' Ron said.

'Like you wouldn't be a part of all that if we were there,' Ginny said, raising an eyebrow at him.

'Who is to say this will not be such a party?' Dumbledore said from behind them, winking. He gilded away, raising his glass to McGonagall as he approached her.

'I never know if he's serious or not,' Draco said uncomfortably.

'Why are you so embarrassed?' Hermione asked. 'So he overheard our conversation. He caught you and I snogging in the kitchen once. I don't see how anything could measure up against that.'

Ron spluttered on the gulp of Butterbeer he had just taken.

'He caught you two snogging in the kitchen? When was this?'

'Er- well, I suppose it was about eight years from now,' Draco said, unsure about how old they had been when Dumbledore had blasted them into their future lives.

'He didn't say a thing about it,' Hermione mused. 'But he has a twisted sense of humour, considering the fact that he sent us into the future at night and into the same bed.'

Ron gagged again and Harry had to pound him on the back top make him stop choking.

'Why didn't you tell us that before?' Ginny asked.

'I think they've told us quite enough,' Ron said. 'Remus,' he called. 'I've something I want to ask you.'

Draco smirked as Ron walked away and then he kissed Hermione.

June 28, 1997 You are invited to witness the marriage between

Hermione Jane Granger

&

Draco Gaylen Malfoy

Draco had insisted that Blaise be his best man, even after Blaise repeatedly declined the honour. Apparently, he wanted to avoid Ginny, with whom he had had a brief fling two years previously. Ginny told him he shouldn't be so ridiculous and promised she wouldn't hex him. After all, they were both with other people. Blaise was engaged to a gorgeous Italian witch named Adrianna, to whom Hermione had taken immediately.

Hermione laughed as he finished his Best Man speech. Then, it was Draco's turn to stand up.

'If someone had told me a few years ago that I would be married to Hermione, I would've told them to go jump in the lake, and I would have even pushed them into it... In a relatively short time, Hermione and I have gone from enemies to lovers and in that time, I have learned many things.'

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Such as?

'Well, no, not really,' Draco admitted. 'I already knew what Hermione's favourite book was long before we started talking, let alone dating. I already knew that she loves her "cat" and is one of the most loyal people you will ever meet in the entire course of your life. I already knew she is beautiful. I'm sure most of you are surprised by that statement. After all, I'm sure we all remember a time when I would profess the opposite, daily.'

Hermione smiled and swatted him on the arm.

'So, here's to us,' Draco finished, slightly more awkwardly than he wished.

When toasts were done, he held out his hand to Hermione.

'May I have this dance?' he asked.

Hermione smiled, taking his hand. She spoke once they were on the dance floor, in each other's arms.

'I remember the first time I danced with you,' she said. 'I believe I had just finished chasing Pansy off of you.'

'Which you did with remarkable self-restraint.'

'Yes,' Hermione laughed.

'You just couldn't keep your hands off me,' he teased.

'Hey! What about you?'

'I know I can't keep my hands off of you,' he rumbled in her ear.

'Draco,' Hermione laughed as he slid his hand down her back towards her arse. 'My family is watching.'

'So?' he asked, though he put his hand back in a more appropriate place.

'Look over there,' she whispered.

Narcissa and Snape were dancing closely, whispering to each other. Hermione had never seen Snape look more contented.

'Hermione, honestly, that is my mother over there,' Draco protested. 'As much as it pleases me to see her happy, I would rather not look at her in Sn-Severus' arms for too long. I mean, she my mother.'

'You are so-'

'Incredibly wonderful?' he asked, raising his eyebrows dashingly.

'Well, yes,' she agreed, 'but I wasn't going to say that.'

'But you were thinking it.'

'And what are you thinking?'

Draco grinned broadly at her. 'Do you really want to know?'

Pretended to be serious and frowned at him.

'No, what I'm really thinking is how lucky I am to have you. How lucky we are to have each other. You put up with my tendency to be a bit self-centred from time to time, which I'm quite sure few people would do. And you are exquisitely beautiful.'

'Thank you,' Hermione said, smiling wickedly.

'Oh, now what are you thinking?' Draco asked, kissing her tenderly.

'Wouldn't you like to find out?' she murmured and kissed him again.

FIN