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There is a major time jump in this chapter. In order for the plot to keep going, I thought I ought to do this. :D

A year had passed.

Hogsmeade flourished in the time that it had been open to muggles. There was talk amongst the ICW to open similar locations in other countries. Of course, the muggles still believed that all the magical things they saw were just 'special affects'.

Not only had Hogsmeade flourished, but so did Diagon Alley and Knockturne Alley as well. Apartment buildings were built rapidly in Knockturne, to provide living space for the influx of people coming to work for Vita. The werewolves that had been pouring into the country lived in the muggle world, either in Woodcroft or in London. Vita had slowly been spreading its properties to the muggle world.

The Ministry of Magic was trying to say that the surplus of income and productivity were all due to their rebuilding efforts after the war, but it was largely due to Vita Inc. Everyone knew the truth, they just weren't admitting it. The ordinary witch and wizard wasn't sure how to deal with the company- new companies usually didn't last very long in the wizarding world. They didn't take to change very well. However, Vita had some staying power.

Somehow, Vita had managed to keep all of their werewolf employees under wraps for the moment, but they were extremely careful not to let Umbridge or her people know what was going on. All of their werewolf employees had taken to wearing muggle contacts in the wizarding world, to cover up their amber eyes. They all lived in the muggle world, and were registered legally there. The company was very careful about not letting their employees come in contact with Umbridge. The woman really was just...too nosy.

Draco was much more comfortable dealing with muggle business men now- especially when they showed they were just as greedy as their magical counterparts. He flourished when dealing with the investment portfolios and making good on the stock market. One day, he promised, Vita's stock was going to be up there, and making more than anyone else.

Hogsmeade still remained as quaint as ever- muggles kept arriving every day by the Hogsmeade Express. Business boomed, and soon, the regular witches and wizards of the UK (and elsewhere), considered Hogsmeade to be a major hub of the magical world. Not only commercially, but technologically. While those in Hogsmeade could have easily raised their prices, they kept them low. They wanted Hogsmeade to be accessible to everyone, not just those with lots of money.

Luna had transferred many of the newspaper and publicist duties over to Colin, who had graduated from Hogwarts. The boy was living in one of their London apartment buildings with their ex-Professor, Sam Whittaker. Sam and Colin weren't open about their relationship, but it was fairly obvious to their friends that they were together now.

Sam had moved permanently to the UK, after getting an offer from Vita he couldn't refuse. He was now in charge of the Magitech labs, and had brought over a few of his friends from the Salem Institute. They also had a few students from New Hogwarts start interning at the lab as well. That was a new addition.

New Hogwarts students were now interning at each of the labs each day after school- sixth year students, for one semester. There were a few for each department, even with the construction crews and the entertainment department. The entertainment department was headed by Momo, who had her hands full with the Shrieking Shack. It was becoming a popular hang out spot for staff and visitors alike.

There were new performers in Hogsmeade now- Firenze walked around the village and told stories to those who gathered around him. The elves were a featured attraction, dancing and performing tricks for the muggles in the streets of Hogsmeade. Blaise Zabini was quietly gathering a following in muggle London, while Lavender Brown had managed to become a back up dancer for some muggle singers.

Some of the muggles in Woodcroft were regular visitors, and in turn, many of the people who lived in Hogsmeade visited Woodcroft as well. Woodcroft increased their revenue as a result. Strangely, their music teachers earned quite a bit from the Hogsmeade villagers wanting to learn an instrument or how to sing.

Dean Thomas, to the surprise of everyone, went on to a muggle art school in London. He said he wanted to create the wizarding world's first art museum one day. For now, though, he was content to learn more about his trade.

Luna was now devoting all of her attention to the publishing company, making revisions of well known textbooks with her team of elves. They also made series of condensed versions of the books, so that the every day person could understand their theories better. They also printed some of their findings that they'd found in their other departments. Some of it, of course, was top secret, and kept it that way. For now, at least.

Neville was focused on his herbology, and breeding nearly extinct species of plants in their greenhouses. He and the others in the department were trying to grow magical plants that could easily blend in with muggle species, or cross breed with them.

Harry was doing his best to keep the village running smoothly, often going from department to department, putting in his two cents. While Neville and Luna were now mostly in the magical world, Harry and Draco were constantly going back and forth between the muggle world and the magical one.

Despite all that Harry accomplished, however, he still pined away for just playing music and being...normal.

People had started to say things, about why he wasn't growing any more. They didn't say anything in front of him, only just behind his back. But he heard them anyways. It made him feel weird, that he looked so young next to his friends. He couldn't imagine how the others felt when they looked at him. So he quietly worried, and wondered if he was ever going to grow up.

Padma was walking down the street in Hogsmeade, holding Mark's hand. Mark had news for her, he said, and he wanted to take her out for lunch. She smiled at him prettily, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "So, what's your news, Mark?" She asked as they walked into the restaurant.

Mark laughed. "Insistent, aren't you?" He asked with a grin. They were led to a table by one of the elves, whose leafy outfit had flowery buds blooming on her shoulder. It kind of looked pretty, actually. The elves had come a long way from twigs and leaves tied together hastily, or ratty Hogwarts tea towels.

"Oh come on, you know how I am." Padma said, teasing him as she squeezed his hand. "Come on, tell me!"

They ordered their lunch, and Mark got a bit more serious. "I got a job!"

"Really?" Padma said, grinning widely. "That's fantastic!" Mark had graduated from the muggle school in Woodcroft, but his grades hadn't been that great. He had been struggling to find a job, without going to college.

"I'm going to be working here in Hogsmeade. They needed a bartender at the Shack, and I know my way around the bar, so..."

"That's great, Mark." Padma said, kissing his cheek. "I'm so happy for you."

Mark smiled slightly. "So...I was thinking...since we'll both be working here in Hogsmeade...that maybe we could get a place together. Just the two of us. I like your roommates and all, but..."

"They always seem to be around at the wrong time." Padma finished, smiling. She was thrilled that Mark asked to move in together. It would be kind of great, actually.

Her smile faded as she thought of her sister. Her sister was talking about moving to Hogsmeade and looking for a job herself- she was living with their parents right now. They still didn't know about Mark. They all assumed she was too busy with work to be dating anyone- oh boy.

"Padma?" Mark asked worriedly.

Padma sighed. "You need to meet my family."

Mark reached over, putting his hand on top of hers. "You worried they won't like me or something? Because I'm not as smart as you?"

Padma looked away. "No. It's just...you don't have magic. They're...a bit old fashioned."

"Oh." Mark said sadly.

"Not that I care, or anything." Padma added quickly. "I have no interest in being with any of those wizards they wanted to set me up with. I only ever want to be with you, Mark."

A slow smile spread on his face. "Next thing you know, you'll be saying you love me, Padma." He said jokingly.

Padma blushed, and leant forward. "Maybe I do."

He looked at her with such suprise that she had to laugh. "You do?" He squeaked.

"Yeah, I do. So...no matter what they say, I'm still gonna be with you."

He hugged her tightly just as their food arrived. "I love you too." He murmured into her ear.

Harry grunted as Neville pulled at the vine tighter, pulling his wrists closer together. They were in their bedroom, with Harry tied up to the headboard using some vines that Neville was breeding. They were soft and leathery, and quite alive- they curled about his body whichever way they pleased. It was an experimental breed he'd been working on, with some fantastic results.

"Good?"Neville murmured, running a hand down his leg. Harry squirmed, making the vines tighten around him.

"Yes." Harry breathed, closing his eyes.

"Stay still. If you're too loud, you'll make the house elves barge in again and try to rescue you. You don't want that to happen again, do you?" Harry's face grew warm at the memory.

"No."

"Good. Don't make me gag you." Neville said, and grabbed something. It was a branch that had been smoothed down and shaped- a wooden cane. "Now...this might sting a bit..."

Harry hissed at the first strike- a sharp stinging pain spread, his skin warming at the spot that Neville had stuck.

"Oh!" He grunted, and twitched, the vines squeezing him.

Twenty strikes, and Harry was a mess, his thighs lined with red marks, and his wrists and arms looking pretty raw from all the vines holding him so tightly. Neville was groping him when they heard the footsteps.

They heard the door open, and Harry's eyes opened, and they saw Draco and Luna, looking at them with rueful grins.

"Right...we'll go outside then." Draco said, tugging Luna away from the door.

"But...Draco..." Luna pouted.

Neville laughed, and got on top of Harry. "Now, where were we?" He slid forward, so that his cock was right in front of Harry's face. Since the boy couldn't move an inch, Neville just smiled at Harry's expression.

"You want it?"

"Yesh-" came out, since Harry's mouth was had been gagged back at the sixth strike. Neville tugged away at the gag, and promptly shoved his cock in Harry's mouth.

Meanwhile, two blondes were curled up together on the front steps of their little cottage. The cottage wasn't far away from the fairy clearing, but far enough for some privacy.

They could hear the unmistakable sounds of Harry and Neville having sex. Luna and Draco laughed quietly, cuddling.

"You ever want to do what they're doing?" Draco asked.

Luna gave a slight shrug. "Not to that extent. It's not really a big deal to me, like it is for them. You?"

Draco made a face. "Not really. I'm fine with just sex. It's fun and all, but I don't want that all the time like they do."

Luna's wide eyes blinked. "Just sex?"

"Well, I mean, all the talking and...er...holding hands and stuff is nice too..." Draco backtracked.

Luna giggled, and Draco continued to speak. "It's just...have you ever thought about the future?"

Luna looked at him oddly. They were always talking about the future. "All the time."

"Not Vita's future, or Hogsmeade's future, but...our future."

Luna looked thoughtful. Draco pressed on. "While I love the band and everything, I love making money for Vita and doing business with muggles, believe it or not. It's a good challenge, and I'm really good at it. I...I don't think I want to be in the band anymore. It just seems like a childish dream to have. Working in finance is something a bit more tangible."

Luna stared at Draco sadly. "I suppose...playing with the band has been cutting into my time with Magi-press and writing my own things... we could still perform once in a while."

"Just not as much as we have been. And I know it's getting harder and harder for Neville to get away from his work at the Greenhouses. Whenever the four of us see each other, we're always practicing for the band, talking business, or having sex...we don't do anything else anymore."

Luna hugged him tightly. "I guess you're right."

"We've just...got different priorities right now. And...eventually...that will include other stuff too." Draco said, looking a bit nervous.

Luna looked at him quizzically. Draco looked away from her, running a hand through his hair.

"Luna...I love you."

Luna frowned. His voice was...different. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not.

"We've been together for a long time now." He paused. "And...I was just wondering...what you wanted our future to be."

"I don't understand."

"I mean..." He sighed roughly. "Do you want kids?"

Luna leant back in surprise. "I suppose so, one day. Yes."

Draco nodded, and started searching for his robe pockets. "And...other things too?"

Luna only stared at him, watching him pull out a fancy looking ring box. "Other things?" Her brows climbed up, her voice getting higher.

A loud groan interrupted their conversation, making both of them look to the window. Draco huffed, grabbing Luna by the wrist and dragging her away from the cottage, and further into the trees.

He got down on one knee, and Luna's hands shook. Was he really asking? What did this mean? What about Harry and Neville? What would people say? They were so young! But...all Luna could see was a boy she loved looking up at her with such love in his eyes, getting his fancy robes all dirty for her... her eyes widened as she saw the ring for the first time.

It was this big clunky gold thing, but she'd recognized it as Draco's Mother's ring. While it wasn't her style at all, that was what cinched it.

"Will you marry me, Luna?"

I was going to stop it there, but I decided not to be evil. XD

"Will you marry me, Luna?" Draco repeated, looking even more nervous now. Luna was just staring at him, standing there. She gave him the slightest of nods, and his heart jumped at the sight.

"Yes. Yes...I will." Luna murmured quietly. Draco nearly dropped the ring in his excitement, sliding it onto her slender finger.

Luna got down on her knees before he could stand, and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. They sat in the dirt and the leaves, kissing like there was no tomorrow. Time stood still for them- meetings, business, reports, schedules- none of that mattered at the moment.

As they parted, so that they could breathe, Luna spoke quietly. "What about Nev and Kit?" She asked quietly.

Draco sighed. "It's not like we're never going to be with them again."

"I know." Luna said simply. "But things will change."

"And we'll deal with it, just as we always have." Draco said, hugging her tightly.

Neville and Harry were sprawled out in their bed, coming down off their highs. Harry rolled over, curling into Neville's side. Neville wrapped his arm around Harry tightly.

"I think Draco is going to propose to Luna. Not sure when, since he's been carrying around his Mother's ring for a while..."

Harry frowned, but snuggled a bit closer. "Well, so many people were expecting them to get married. You know, continue the 'great Malfoy line', or some shit."

Neville looked at Harry worriedly. "You're worried, aren't you?'

"What...what if they don't want to be with us anymore?" Harry asked quietly.

"I don't think it works like that, Kit. They love you- I don't think they'll stop loving you just because they get married."

"But...think about it- what happens if they have kids? Will they want them to know about our relationship? Will they even have time for us? I feel...I feel like whatever we have with them will take a backseat to their relationship."

Neville sighed. "Well, reverse the situation. When you and I get married-" Harry choked at this "What would they feel like? Would they think that you didn't love them any more?"

"Well...no..." Harry swallowed thickly. "You're talking about us getting married like it's no big deal..."

They both sat up, and Neville looked at Harry curiously. "Don't you want to get married? I thought that's all you ever wanted- to get married and have a big family."

"I want other things too." Harry said quietly, looking down at his lap. "And you never asked me."

"I...didn't think I had to." Neville murmured, sliding his hand down Harry's arm. Harry bit his lip, shifting away.

"I do want kids, and the whole big family bit...but not yet. There's lots of things I want to do..."

"Okay. I'm not saying we get married tomorrow...but...one day?"

Harry gave him a slight nod, not meeting his eyes.

Neville tilted his face upwards, kissing him gently. "I love you Harry. Nothing will ever change that. You must know that."

"Neville..." Harry had tears in his eyes. "Look at me. I haven't aged in almost four years. I don't look any different than I did when we were fourteen. How could you still want me? How could you want to marry me? What will happen five, ten, years from now- people already think we look wierd, the muggles especcially-"

"Shh...I love you." Neville said, cutting him off. "And you're beautiful. You'd be beautiful whether you stay that way for the rest of your life, or grow old and hairy just like the rest of us."

Awn. Relationship stuff is supa-fluffy! Please review.