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The epilogue of Deepest Desire is dedicated to three people who are very important to me. First is Karyn. Even though she severed her ties from fanfiction with me, Erica and Hannah, she is still my most fawesome best friend ever. She is the one who inspired the start of this whole story. Without her this story wouldn't exist. I love her dearly, even if she is across the country and hasn't been in contact for weeks!

Next is Erica. She's just cool. She too is one of my best friends. We have so many inside jokes, oh man, it's great. (Let's talk about the Russians!! Oh yeah, his initials aren't MM as in 'Mmmmm' for anything but a totally true reason! Yeahh boyyy!! The Russians SO wanna join you and 2.) Anyway, she was and is my check-for-blanks-after-posting-because-my-computer-is-run-by-Russians beta and I love her to pieces!

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Part 1: Three Months Later—mid-December.

"Well this ball was a definite success!" Hermione crowed happily, her face aglow as Draco gracefully twirled her around the dance floor. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"And it's all thanks to you and your friends." Hermione just smiled and leaned in for another kiss in which Draco oh-so-willingly obliged. As their lips separated, Hermione sighed.

"I can't believe that this is our last year here!" She looked around the Great Hall that was currently set up as a Winter Wonderland. "I'm really going to miss this place, it's been my home for seven years and it's been great...for almost the whole time. The camaraderie, the teachers, the friends, the knowledge and of course the awesome food! I'm going to be lonely and miserable when I move into my cheap-ass flat and try to cook for myself. I've never been much of a cook with or without magic. I always took the fantastic food for granted here, but oh man, once I'm the one cooking for myself, I will definitely realize how good I had it." Draco grinned roguishly.

"So let me live with you. We can buy a flat and share it. Or even better yet, we can live in the completely redecorated Malfoy Manor!" He suggested with high hopes as he waltzed his date to a secluded corner.

"Hah! Yeah, right! As awesome as that would be, none on my friends nor my family would support that. The only way that I wouldn't be injured for suggesting that you live with me would be if we were—" Her sentence was cut off by a gasp as Draco pulled a little black box out of his pocket. His hands moved from their previous spot on both sides of Hermione's waist and they took her left hand in both of his. Draco knelt down.

Unbeknownst to the very much occupied couple, everyone in the Great Hall was silent and watching them. As soon as Alyssa had seen Draco take Hermione to the secluded corner, she had signaled to Elaine to cast a mass silencing spell on everyone in the Hall—she was the only one in their group strong enough to do that. Marie took that as her cue to point out Draco and Hermione to the now silent and confused members of the Hall. The room was impossibly quiet as they all watched the scene unfold.

"Hermione, I love you. I know that we've only been together for three months and that we are still in school, but I love you more than I would have ever thought possible and I want to be with you forever. Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?" Before he had even finished his proposal, Hermione was nodding vigorously; the fact that Draco didn't mention the mirror or them being soul mates made her feel as if he didn't feel obligated to propose to her, that he actually, really and truly did love her.

"Yes!" She whispered.

In the back of her mind, Hermione had the feeling that someone was probably watching, but she didn't think that the whole Great Hall would be. Suddenly, as Elaine lifted the spell, the majority of the room's occupants burst into loud hollers and cheers. Hermione flushed in embarrassment. Draco slid the ring on her finger and kissed his fiancée deeply and lovingly on the lips.

Part 2: Eleven Months Later—mid-November.

The enchanted organ music played and Hermione came through the open doors wearing a beautiful white floor length dress with a sweetheart neckline. The dress was absolutely stunning on her, it hugged her figure perfectly. Everyone present was stunned by her beauty and they were all looking at her in awe. But her bridesmaids, dressed in gowns of royal blue, looked not to Hermione, but to Draco. The look on his face as she walked down the aisle on the arm of her father was absolutely priceless. In Alyssa's opinion—she was the strongest believer in this—the groom's face as his bride appeared was the best part of weddings; that and their first kiss as a married couple. Alyssa was a complete hopeless romantic.

Hermione's smile was radiant as she slowly made her way down the aisle. She couldn't believe that this was actually happening. It was surreal. Her father 'gave her away' and she took Draco's hand in hers. He squeezed it lightly and whispered softly in her ear.

"You look amazing." Hermione blushed.

Dumbledore smiled at the couple and proceeded to start the ceremony. When it was time for the vows, Dumbledore looked to the audience and spoke loudly.

"These two wrote their own vows. Mr. Malfoy, you may start."

"I, Draco Malfoy, take you, Hermione, to be my friend, my lover, the mother of my children and my wife. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity."

Hermione had tears welling in her eyes, as did Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Granger, and Professor McGonagall along with Hermione's bridesmaids and maid-of-honor.

"Miss Granger, if you please,"

Hermione spoke her vow. "I, Hermione Granger, take you Draco to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live."

Dumbledore turned back to face the members of audience. "Does anyone oppose this union? Speak now or forever hold your peace." It was completely still, nobody spoke and after a couple seconds Dumbledore smiled; he took his wand and muttered an incantation as he tapped their entwined hands.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy." They turned to each other, and Hermione's new husband lifted the veil and kissed his bride.

At the reception, Ginny smiled fondly at Hermione and Draco as she lifted her champagne glass to toast the newlyweds. "I could say something long, sappy and embarrassing about both Hermione and Draco, but I won't." She met Hermione's grateful glance and continued. "I'm just going to say that it certainly is a surprise to see the two that were once like water and oil become like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." The audience looked confused at Ginny's second comparison, but Ginny caught the laughing eyes of Alyssa and Marie and continued, "I hope that they have many years of happiness, prosperity and yadda, yadda, yadda; to the bride and groom!" All the guests echoed.

"To the bride and groom!"

Hermione smiled at her maid-of-honor. "Thank you." She mouthed. Ginny nodded and winked before taking a small sip of her champagne.

Part 3: About Two Years Later—early May.

"Draco, honey?" Hermione asked sweetly from her spot on the couch. "Will you get me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a sliced dill pickle in the middle?"

Draco winced at the disgusting combination. "But Herms, you think that jelly is disgusting and you've never eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in your life, much less one with a pickle."

Hermione glowered. "Fine then. I'll make the damn sandwich myself." She struggled with her protruding belly to go and make the simple sandwich that her husband was too stubborn to make. Hermione suddenly cried out in pain. Draco looked at her apologetically.

"Alright! I'm sorry; I'll go make your sandwich." Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, Hermione cried out again.

"Draco, the babies are coming!" His eyes bulged.

"I've got to get you to the hospital." Hermione rolled her eyes. That was a major 'duh' moment. "Of course they would be early, just like their mother is with every single assignment she ever had at Hogwarts." He muttered under his breath, not wanting his wife to hear. She heard anyway.

"What was that?" She glared.

"It was nothing, now let's go. We have to get you to the hospital, now!" Minutes later, Draco arrived at the St. Mungos with a distraught, waddling and very much in pain, Hermione.

"We need a room and a labor and delivery healer immediately! My wife's gone into labor." The wizard at the desk rolled his eyes.

"You don't say." A vein stood out in Draco's neck; of all the times for impertinence. "Names?" The wizard asked in boredom.

"Draco and Hermione Malfoy." Now the wizard looked regretful for his uncaring attitude. Everyone knew that Hermione Malfoy was one of the most successful Healers at St. Mungos and that the Malfoys were very generous donors.

"Right away, sir."

As soon as Hermione arrived in labor and delivery, a friendly healer named Adrianna went about the normal routine for mothers about to go into heavy labor. She did her jobs quickly and efficiently and soon left the couple alone. Hermione was sitting up on the bed and Draco was holding her hand. The contractions weren't too terrible yet. She could still talk through them at least. An hour passed and the contractions grew steadily more painful and came closer together.

"Call the Weasleys, Harry and my family. Please?" Hermione choked out between painful contractions.

Draco looked extremely hesitant to leave her. Hermione motioned for him to go and get them. "Hurry up! Ginny and her mum need to be here now!! Mrs. Weasley is my midwife and she told me to contact her when my contractions were five minutes apart, lasted less than sixty seconds and had been going on for an hour!" Draco scurried out the door and returned in record time with Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Harry and Hermione's parents behind him.

After about fifteen long hours later that included much screaming on Hermione's part, nauseous faces on Ron and Harry's part—they left her room very quickly, this was not a good way for them to see Hermione, it made them feel awkward and uncomfortable—and after much pushing from Hermione, the babies finally arrived. Draco pushed Hermione's sweaty bangs out of her face and kissed her forehead. Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and the Grangers smiled before quietly exiting the room, leaving the new family alone for a moment. Within ten minutes, Draco ushered them back in. The babies were cleaned and they were cuddled with Hermione; one in the crook of her right arm and the other, her left.

"Everyone, meet Evelyn Narcissa and Edward Michael."

Part 4: About 13 Years Later—early November.

Draco and Hermione sat together on their bed and Hermione began reading the latest letter from their daughter.

Dear Mum and Dad,

How are you guys? I'm doing great actually; third year has easily been my favorite so far. Anyway, the main reason I'm writing is because something really strange happened to me on Halloween. I was invited to Sir Nicholas' party; he apparently really likes me, and thinks that instead of Ravenclaw I should have been a Gryffindor. (I disagree). On the way back, I somehow got lost and it took me quite awhile to get back to my common room. But I went into this strange room that I thought was the library, but it was completely empty except for this really big mirror. On the edges of it there was writing in some weird language that I couldn't read. When I looked in the mirror out of curiosity, I didn't see my reflection. I saw James Potter and me. Can you imagine; me with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's son!? It was weird, James and I seemed like a couple from what I could see. He even kissed me!! I don't know what to think or what it means. Do you have any idea? I'm going to look in the library first thing in the morning.

Oh, and don't worry! I'm watching out for little Aiden Zabini. My godparents, Spencer and Blaise will be so proud to know—if they don't already—that he's in Slytherin. You should probably tell Spencer to stop freaking out. Her little boy is not a Hufflepuff; he's a Slytherin, just like his parents.

Love you both lots,

Evelyn

After reading the letter aloud to her husband, Hermione looked up from the parchment to his face. She laughed loudly. He was torn between looking furious, surprised and horrified.

"I won't have it; our daughter...soul mates with a Potter?!" He spat the surname out venomously.

"Oh please Draco, I know that you don't loathe Harry or even Ron for that matter. We both know that! So what's the real issue here?"

Draco grumbled. "I just want our daughter to fall in love on her own, not be forced to be with someone she doesn't necessarily want. I don't want her in the same situation we were in!"

Hermione looked mildly offended. "So that's what we are now? A situation? We fell in love. Admittedly we probably wouldn't have if we didn't know about the mirror, but it still worked out fine. I'm happy with my life and I thought you were too. And who's to say that she wouldn't have fallen in love with James anyway? She already fancies him."

"She does?"

"Yes, take my word for it." Hermione said confidently. "A mother always knows."

Draco looked slightly more at ease. "Wonder what Potter is going to say about this. Ginny will be thrilled, I'm sure." Hermione didn't acknowledge that he spoke; she was lost in her own thoughts.

"Herms, you okay?"

"You don't really think that something was wrong in the way we got together, do you? And you don't really wish that you had gotten the chance to see what would have happened without the mirror right? Aren't you happy with our life?"

"No, absolutely not, I love you and I wouldn't change anything about us, ever. I am happier than I have ever been in my life, don't ever doubt that, no matter what idiot thing comes out of my mouth, you and the kids are my world." Draco turned to Hermione and kissed her on the mouth. He ignited trail of fire on her skin by kissing down her neck and slowly unbuttoning her blouse from the top button to the bottom one, keeping his lips moving down her stomach, following the trail of unbuttoned buttons. Her blouse fell away and Draco started kissing back up her stomach. Hermione moaned lightly and snaked her arms around his neck. He lowered her down on to the bed and proceeded to lower himself on top of her, keeping his weight on his hands that were now on both sides of her face. She giggled as he moved his hands to her back to unhook her bra and she let her hands slide down his chest and undo his belt.

The door magically slammed shut—courtesy of a house elf that didn't want to hear anything that was going on in the room. The couple didn't emerge until several hours later wearing identical satisfied smiles.

Part 5: Eight Months Later—late July.

Hermione sighed wearily. "Honey?"

"Yes?"

"Can you take me to the hospital? I think the baby's on her way." Draco smiled and helped his wife get up and (very carefully) floo to St. Mungos.

This time was much easier than the last time as far as Hermione was concerned. Although that might have to do with the fact that this time, there was one baby as opposed to fraternal twins. Twelve hours after Hermione had gotten into her room, she was dilated ten centimeters. Ginny, Hermione's parents and Mrs. Weasley were in the room with her again except this time so was Harry. He had seen Ginny give birth and had the bones in his hand nearly broken. He figured that he could handle Hermione. Ron however, still couldn't.

"Hermione, it's time to push now." Draco instructed. She glared at her husband.

"I think I know that. Who was in this position before? Oh yeah, it was me! I would appreciate it if you would kindly stop acting like I don't know what I'm doing."

Draco backed away, his hands up as a gesture of weakness. "Sorry, it won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't. Next time, we're using protection." The occupants of the room laughed boisterously at Draco's expense, although Harry looked slightly sickened at the mention of his best female friend's...intimate life. Almost seconds later, Hermione gave a final push and on July 30th, Natalie Lynn Malfoy was born.

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