Chapter Thirteen
Hermione looked at her bedside table and smiled. It had been seven years to the day that she and Draco had gone to Diagon Alley and had their photo taken, only one week after she had recovered in the hospital wing in Hogwarts. The photographer hadn't even charged them, too thrilled to be able to photograph two of the saviours of the wizarding world. The entire afternoon had been slightly boring, posing for endless photos, that weren't absolutely amazing, missing that vital spark. The photographer had gone to change something about his camera, and had come back to find Hermione and Draco kissing passionately. Raising his camera, he had taken the picture. Now, whenever anyone looked at the picture, they saw Hermione and Draco lost in each other, then jumping apart in shock. Looking slightly guilty, they would glance at each other, sidle back together, clearly in love, and smile and wave at the viewer.
Now, Hermione blew a kiss at Draco's photo and stood up, smoothing down her long cream dress. A knock came at the door, and she pulled the veil down over her face.
''Are you ready Mione?''
''Yes Dad, I'm coming.'' She opened the door and took her father's arm.
''My little girl, all grown up.''
Hermione laughed. ''Stop it Dad, or you'll cry.''
Draco watched the girl of his dreams stand at the entrance to the hall. He could see his various friends in the congregation, friends through work, friends through family, but Harry and Ron were particularly noticeable, sitting with Ginny and Laetitia respectively. He had never had friends as good as these, but they were forgotten as Hermione stood, waiting to walk towards him, her long dress pooling around her small feet and a smile clearly visible underneath her veil. The music began, signalling for her to move, and she practically ran to him, a honey-eyed, golden haired angel; eager to begin the rest of her life. The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur, the exchanging of their vows, placing the ring on each other's fingers.
Time only slowed when Draco pressed his lips to hers, calming as always, but the passion hadn't slowed at all in the past seven years. Hermione had stood with him through everything, stood with him through the horrible Deatheater trials, stood with him through the visits that he paid to his father – ''after all Draco, he did save my life. Whatever else he's done, I owe him a debt for my life.'' They had dated, moved in together, argued, made up, sworn never to argue again, enjoyed each other's company, each other's bodies, bathed in their love every day, and never even thought about being separated. One day, Hermione had pushed open the door as she came home from work to find Draco kneeling in the hall in front of her, rose petals scattered around him and a ring in one hand.
''You've made me the happiest man in the world. Please let me tell the rest of the world.''
Hermione had fallen to her knees as well, kissing his face over and over again, on the verge of tears as she whispered 'yes'.
And now, they were walking back down the aisle, seeing their friends smiling at them, but aware only of how utterly complete they were now, how they would be together regardless of anything.
Another seven years later, Rose Malfoy looked at Hermione Malfoy. ''Mummy, how did you and Daddy fall in love?''
Hermione smiled at her seven year old daughter. ''Well…''
Scorpius ran into the room, his stubby, five year old legs pounding the floor. ''you're not talking about love again are you? Gross!''
Hermione laughed. ''Your daddy and I didn't really like each other at all when we were younger but…''
''Mummy saw past the fact that Daddy was an idiot and took pity on him.'' Draco walked into the room and Hermione felt her heart skip a beat as it always did when she saw him. ''And Daddy saw that Mummy was someone that he had been stupid never to notice, despite how annoying she could be. And then the conflict was gone.''
Draco slipped a hand around Hermione's shoulders, watched proudly as his son pretended to be sick, and as his daughter smiled and turned back to her dolls. Scorpius had Hermione's colouring, whereas Rose was a blond-haired, blue-eyed little doll.
''I love you so much.'' He told her.
''You'd have thought I would get tired of hearing that.'' Hermione smiled at him. ''I never will though. I love you too darling.''
AN: Aw, it's the end of an era hehe! Thank you so, so, so, so, so much for reading all the way to the end. Obviously, I will love you all the more if you leave me a comment to tell me that you loved it (in fact, even if you wanted to say that you didn't like it, because I'm writing more). The review box is right underneath, it'll only take a minute, so go for it! Again, thank you for reading, thank you to the wonderful people who have left me lovely reviews (especially those who did it consistently), and obviously thank you to the wonderful JK Rowling, who of course owns all of these characters. I am just a scared teenager hoping not to get sued, not a multi millionaire writer (damn!). Anyway, keep an eye out for any other of my stories – kisses, Petitesorciere x x x