Epilogue
"Ginny, come in here."
Ginny looked up from the box she was unloading. Though she could hear Draco, she had no idea where he was, hidden as he was by the stacks of boxes that occupied the moving van.
"Come where?"
"Here!"
This time she got a better bead on his voice and followed it to where he sat, pawing through a trunk.
"Remember all this?"
She knelt beside him, looking into the box as well. Memories, nearly five years displaced, flooded through her and she smiled, pulling out the old sword and scabbard.
"God, do I ever."
Draco pulled out a matching pair and rose, drawing his sword as he did so.
"I was thinking..."
"Yes?" Ginny drawled, drawing her own sword.
"For our house warming party...I was thinking of costumes..."
She grinned, putting the tip of her sword to his chin. He returned her smile and batted away her sword, grabbing her wrist and drawing her to him.
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"What's this?" Hermione asked.
Pansy looked up from the text she was transcribing. "What's what, lover?"
Hermione crossed to her girlfriend's desk and set the plain green envelope before her. "Looks like it's from your ex."
Pansy glanced at it. "Are you still jealous that we dated?"
Hermione shook her head. "Not a bit. After all, I got you in the end, sweet."
Pansy pulled Hermione into a breathtaking kiss. "That you did. Open it."
Hermione obeyed. "It's an invitation."
"To?"
"A housewarming party. Ginny and Draco Malfoy cordially invite you to their housewarming party. The theme is...costume."
Pansy looked at Hermione. "Well then..."
"Well then, indeed," Hermione repeated, looking at a box in the far corner of their study.
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"Well? How do I look?"
Blaise Zabini looked up at his wife and dropped the book he had been reading.
Luna giggled and gave a twirl. "Glad it still fits."
"You look amazing, darling," Blaise said, rising to his feet and pulling her into his arms. "Will you talk to Lavender while I get dressed?"
Luna nodded and turned to their babysitter for the night. "Jasmine and Abernathy are already in bed but feel free to call if anything comes up."
"Yes, Mrs. Zabini," Lavender said, cracking her gum. Lavender Weasley was a prototype of her mother, Luna reflected, thinking of Bill Weasley and his lovely wife, Fleur.
"Ready?" Blaise asked, returning from their room. Luna, usually not prone to such displays, felt her knees weaken a little at the sight of her husband of two years in his pirate garb.
"Aye, mate," she purred.
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Parvati knocked on the door. Beside her Theo looked dashing as always. She smiled happily at her fiance. Of the Female Pirates, she was the last to settle down. It had taken Theo a year to get her to say yes but now she was glad she had. His arm on her waist felt so right.
She looked back at the door as it swung open. Ginny Malfoy stood there; grey slacks tucked into her knee high boots, a green tunic with a plunging neckline. Behind her, wearing a bright red and gold jacket that would have put Hook himself to shame, stood Draco, his arm possesively draped around his wife's shoulders.
"Come on in," Ginny said.
Parvati did so, letting the decor wash away the past five years. Looking around, she could see that her friends had done the same. Pansy and Hermione weren't the youngest editor and owner of Witch Weekly (respectively). Blaise wasn't the second in command of The Chudley Cannons, supported by his very successful fashion designing wife. Ginny wasn't the Witching world's favorite for Minister of Magic and head of the Aurors and Draco wasn't the Potions Master for the Ministry and St. Mungros. Parvati herself felt her mantle of Transfiguration Professor slip from her shoulders as easily as Theo's duties as Auror had flown from him.
Tonight they were none of these things. They weren't members of a lawful society.
Tonight it was fifth year again and she was a pirate.
(A/N: Tada! All done. I hope you guys like it!
To acast- Sadly, this is the final chapter. I have considered doing a Pirate!Snape one shot (hint hint)
To Lindsay- Who doesn't love the Princess Bride? Even people who haven't seen it LOVE IT!