AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sigh, how all good things must come to an end. You guys have honestly been so good to me, and I truly believe none of my other stories will ever be as popular and well-received as this one. Thanks so much for taking the time to leave reviews and for favouriting me. C: The epilogue is short but I'm planning to write a new, smutty one-shot of Dramione sometime soon to reward you all for your kindness, so keep your eyes peeled! Thanks so so much again and enjoy the end of the story! xoxoxo

EPILOGUE: DIAGON ALLEY AGAIN

Hermione's heart raced as she pressed her nose against the glass of Flourish and Blotts, peeking into the store and eyeing the book cases. It was odd, standing in Diagon Alley, without a list of school items to buy. She sighed and tried to read the cover of a forest green book sitting on a shelf near the store window.

"Can't get enough of those books, can you?"

Hermione spun around and her eyes landed perfectly on Malfoy's. She let her gaze travel around him excitedly, from his dark slacks, buttoned white shirt with the sleeves rolled, and cool, ashy hair. Only a week had passed since the end of school, and the pair had sent letters to each other every day, though seeing each other for the first time after a short period of time made a flood of butterflies pass through Hermione's chest. She grinned at Malfoy shyly.

"Come on, let's go get a coffee or something," he said, and taking her hand, brushed it softly against his lips. Hermione smiled nervously.

"Oh, please Malfoy, can't I get my wand first? It's so embarrassing, being of age, and not being able to do any magic," Hermione said, slightly grumpy. Malfoy grinned and nodded, and they made their way to Ollivander's.

A small, dark haired girl and her mother came out of the shop and Malfoy and Hermione entered. Hermione was a bit apprehensive; she thought Mr Ollivander to be quite strange.

The two watched as Ollivander crept out of the shadows, his white hair standing in all directions. He looked quite made.

"Ah Miss Granger," Ollivander said with wide eyes, nodding at the brunette, "and Mr Malfoy, interesting," he added quietly.

"Hello," Hermione said brightly. "I've come to get a new wand, my old one snapped about a week ago."

Ollivander nodded.

"10 ¾ inches, vine wood, with a dragon heartstring," he whispered hoarsely. He turned his back on Hermione and Malfoy and began running his fingers through boxes, as if at random.

"Yes, yes…" Ollivander muttered to himself. Malfoy bit his lip to prevent laughing. Finally Ollivander returned with a slim box and took out the wand within it.

"11 ¼ inches, vine wood, and dragon heartstring," he said, and handed the wand to Hermione. She flicked it in the air and bursts of pretty blue birds flew out of the tip, and flew in circles before vanishing by transforming into forget-me-nots and falling to the floor gently. Malfoy looked impressed.

"Yes, I thought it wise to do as little changing as possible," Ollivander nodded gravely. Hermione beamed.

"I knew you would do wondrous things with vine wood," he continued, the veins in his eyes looking like they were about to burst, "but alas: the wand chooses the witch, you know."

Both Hermione and Malfoy made a point not to look at each other.

A/N: And there you have it! I know it's short but I thought it was cute, haha. Also, the wand measurements/components for Hermione are correct, and the meaning behind the wood and the core is really interesting if you guys want to look it up on the Harry Potter Wiki. Thanks for reading and please feel free to read and review my other stories! :D