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Epilogue

One year later

He sat on the sofa, waiting for her. Women take forever, he thought. But for this one, he would wait for eternity. He heard the bedroom door open and her footsteps in the hall. He watched as she entered the living room. His heart seemed to stop. Her satin gown was deep green with silver accents. Small silver straps held the dress over her delicate shoulders. She was wearing the silver and emerald necklace he had given her 3 months ago. He had never seen anything more beautiful. He stood as she entered the room.

"Wow!" she said to him "You look amazing. You take my breath away in that suit!"

"No" he replied to her, "You are the breath thief, every time I look at you". He took her in his arms and rested his forehead against hers. "Do we really have to go?" he asked.

Her arms wrapped around him as she said, "You know I want to." He leaned into her and kissed her, his arms tightening around her and his breath quickening. She laughed slightly behind the kiss, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away gently. With a smile, she said "Oh, no. No distractions. We're going!"

He leaned down and nibbled her neck. "Are you sure?" he whispered in her ear.

She moaned just slightly, then pulled away even further. "Yes, Draco, we are going." He made a small, disappointed growl in his throat as he let her go.

He reached for his wand and said "Alright, let's just get this over with". He took her hand in his and said "Abscondere anulus".

"I will do the apperating today. If you do it, you will probably abduct me to St. Barts again! " She reached into another bottomless purse and retrieved her wand. She grasped his arm, thought as hard as she could about the Burrow, and they disapperated with a "Crack".

The arrived in the garden. The huge white tent was set up again, as it had been for Bill and Fleur's and Harry and Ginny's weddings. Today it was Ron and Lavender's turn. Holding his hand, she started for the tent, but he hesitated, worry lines furrowing his brow. "Are you sure this is alright?" he asked her, for approxmiately the fiftieth time.

"Draco, I am certain it's alright" she reassured him, for the fifty-first time.

"Don't leave me" he said, as he clutched her hand a little tighter.

She smiled up at him. "Never" she said.

As they entered the white tent, Hermione spotted Mrs. Weasley, overseeing the last minute decorations. Hermione went to her and touched her shoulder. "Molly!" she exclaimed. The older witch turned around. She lit up when she saw Hermione.

"Oh Hermione, it is wonderful to see you!" and she folded the young witch in a big hug. "It should be you" she whispered in Hermione's ear.

Hermione pulled away, "Now, Molly, we discussed this!" she reminded her, grinning.

Draco was lurking behind Hermione, almost trying to hide, and Mrs. Weasley spotted him. "And who is this?" she asked Hermione.

"Molly, surely you remember Draco Malfoy?" said Hermione.

"Draco!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, her hand over her mouth. Uh oh, thought Draco. Maybe this wasn't alright after all. He braced himself. He had heard enough of Molly Weasley's infamous Howlers during his time at Hogwarts to know that he did not want to be a target of this witch's wrath. She approached him. And held both of his hands, lifting them out slightly. "Merlin's ghost, what a handsome man you have become!" She stepped into his arms and kissed his cheek.

He managed to squeak, "Congratulations Mrs. Weasley".
"Thank you Draco. Please, call me Molly!" Then she exclaimed "I must run now, I have to help the bride finish getting ready. I'll see you two later!" and she disapperated.

Hermione captured his hand again and squeezed. "I told you it was alright!" she said again. He squeezed her hand back, smiled at her and they went to find their seats.

Soon, Ron entered the tent from the side and Harry, his best man, followed. Ron looked a little bit green and just stared forward. Harry however was more relaxed and looked around at the guests. When he spotted Hermione, she smiled and gave him a little wave. He smiled back and gave her a nod as greeting. Then he looked at Draco and back to her, a slightly questioning look in his face. She smiled again and nodded. She had the suspicion that, after she told Harry and Ron that she and Draco were together, either as a team or separately, they had cornered Draco and threatened him with all kinds of woe if he hurt her in any way. They had nearly finished their Auror apprenticeships, and had the skills to back up those threats.

The music began and everyone turned to the back of the tent. First, Ginny, the matron of honor, looking beautiful and smiling at everyone. She spotted Harry at the front and seemed to light up, and Hermione thought she looked just as lovely as she had on her own wedding day. Then Lavender, stunning in her wedding dress. When Ron saw her, he grinned from ear to ear and the green cast left his face. The ceremony proceeded without a hitch.

After they were man and wife, a few waves of a few wands transformed the tent into a grand reception hall. There were long tables filled with food, a dance floor, and small tables for the guests. Draco and Hermione found their seats. They laughed and greeted friends, old and new.

When Ron and Lavender entered the reception, everyone stood and clapped and cheered. Draco looked at Hermione, and she was beaming. Was this what she really wanted, he wondered. A lavish wedding with all the accouterments? If it was, he vowed, he would give it to her. He would give her anything she wanted, even his life if she asked for it. But, really, that already belonged to her.

After they had eaten, Draco went to the bar to refill their drinks. He was waiting for butterbeers when Arthur Weasley approached. "Congratulations, Mr. Weasley" Draco offered, extending his hand.

Mr. Weasley looked slightly puzzled, then the recognition came and he gripped the offered hand. "Ah, yes, Draco! Wonderful to see you. I wonder if I couldn't talk to you, just for a moment" he said. Still gripping Draco's hand, he guided him to a quiet corner behind the bar.

Arthur Weasley looked Draco in the eye and said in a low voice, "Hermione Granger is like a daughter to me. I love her as much as I love Ginny. If you ever so much as make her cry one tear, I will ensure that you are miserable for the rest of your life."

So will I, thought Draco. But he looked squarely back into Mr. Weasley's eyes and said firmly "Yes, sir". Harry would have laughed had he overheard this speech. It was almost the exact same thing Arthur had told him on his wedding day.

Arthur clapped him on the back and a jolly smile lit up his face. "You're a good man, Draco Malfoy!" The music rose and Mr. Weasley exclaimed "The dancing has begun!" Then he shouted across the tent, "Molly Weasley, you enchanting creature, where are you?" and he went to look for his wife.

The rest of the reception passed in a blur of dancing and laughing. Late in the night, the guests began to drift away. Draco and Hermione said their goodbyes, and disapperated.

As soon as they arrived back in the living room Draco quickly said "Revelare anulus" as Hermione removed her shoes and sighed. "What an amazing evening!" she said.

Draco took her hands and said, "It's not over yet. I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes." She did as he asked her. He led her out to the back garden. It was dark at first, but she heard him whisper "Lumini horum" and there was a sensation of soft light behind her closed eyes. "Ok, open" he said.

She did and sucked in her breath. The garden had been transformed. There were masses of flowers everywhere, every possible type and color. And thousands of enchanted fairy lights floated all around. "Oh, Draco" she whispered. With another wave of his wand and he said, "Musica cordis mei" and music started softly playing. He took her in his arms and slowly danced her around the garden.

He leaned his forehead against hers again, and sighed. "You make me so very happy, Mrs. Malfoy, do you know that?"

"As happy as you make me I hope, Mr. Malfoy" she smiled at him.

"Are you disappointed we married in St. Barts?" he asked her. "Did you want a big wedding?"

"No" she assured him. "Our wedding was perfect".

"I still don't know why we couldn't tell anyone today" he pouted slightly.

"I told you, you don't steal someone else's special day! Also, our friends will be furious enough when they find out we eloped to a tropical island and didn't even give them the chance to talk us out of it. Thank you for finding the spell to hide our rings. I would have hated to take mine off." She gazed at the exquisite emerald and diamond ring he had given her on their wedding day. It had been his mother's, and his grandmother's, and so on, handed down through the Malfoy family for generations. It was one of the only things he had ever taken from Malfoy Manor after the war.

After they had been dancing a while, Hermione said, "Can we sit for a minute?" He led her to the garden bench.

"How is she doing?" he asked as his hand gently caressed her still flat stomach.

"Just fine, but you know she might be a he" she said.

"Nope" he said. "I want a houseful of little frizzy haired, know it alls. Surrounded by miniature Hermiones!"

She stood and reached her hand out to him. He took it and they danced in the garden until the sun began to rise.