*6 months later*

"I can't breathe," Luna cried as Ginny zipped up the back of her dress.

"That's what you get for wanting to wear a 7 stone dress whilst pregnant," Ginny smiled, "I would offer you something blue but your dress has that covered." Luna looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was the day of her wedding and she was wearing a large, royal blue, princess dress. The bust was encrusted with various gems, ranging from diamonds to emeralds, from sapphires to rubies.

"It was mommy's dress, I have too wear it," Luna commented, fiddling with a strand of loose curl. Ginny had put Luna's hair into an elegant bun, though her curls still managed to make it look as crazy as ever.

"How do I look?" Luna commented, putting the last bit of glitter onto her face.

"Beautiful," Ginny smiled, she began to cry which soon lead to Luna crying.

"Don't make me cry!" Luna exclaimed, "You'll make my makeup run."

"Sorry," Ginny laughed trying to wipe her tears, "Merlin, what do we look like? Two pregnant women crying over one another." Luna laughed at Ginny, wrapping her into a tight hug.

Draco stood at the alter fiddling with his tie nervously.

"I never thought I'd see the day where a Malfoy would be so nervous," Harry commented.

"I'm not nervous," Draco lied, forcing his hands to stay by his side. Harry cocked an eyebrow and gave a small laugh,

"I was nervous when marrying Ginny, it was one of the most terrifying things I had ever done." Music started playing, making all the small chatter going on within the church stop. Harry sat down quickly next to Ron who was sitting at the very front.

The whole church turned round to watch as the bridesmaids walked up the aisle in various colours and size dresses. As Luna stepped out to the waiting audiences, there were gasps from people within the crowd. Even Harry was shocked at how beautiful Luna looked. Loose curls framed her face perfectly, whilst silver eye shadow brought out the brightness of her eyes. Harry looked over at Draco who had yet to turn round to look at his soon to be wife. Harry looked back over to Luna, to notice an even more radiant Ginny walking behind her. Ginny caught Harry's eye and gave a small smile and a wink.

Luna stood next to Draco at the aisle, not saying a word. Draco couldn't speak himself; he was scared that he would blurt out something embarrassing due to how nervous he was. Also, Draco had caught a glimpse of her and the sight of Luna had literally taken his breath away.

"Do you regret asking me to marry you yet?" Luna whispered, breaking the silence between the two, "You thought I was joking about mommy's dress."

"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but today you look astonishing. Of course I don't regret asking you to marry me," Draco smiled, gripping Luna's hand tightly. Luna felt her cheeks fluster a violent red before she directed her attention to that of the vicar.

Luna rested her head against Draco's shoulder whilst the discoball changed to different colours.

"It's weird this is," Draco commented, twirling a strand of Luna's loose curls around his finger.

"What is?" Luna said anxiously.

"This," Draco simply replied. He took notice of the concerned look on Luna's face and began to laugh lightly, "What I mean is, the last time we were at a wedding together it was when we I had just come back to London and now here we are, married."

"Did you expect this to ever happen?" Luna asked inquisitively.

"No," Draco admitted, "I remember that after the war I used to wonder what it'd be like being married to you. But I think I thought that with everyone, just curiosity I suppose. But I think it was when I kissed you, I don't know, something just clicked inside of me making me want you," Draco smiled.

"Are you blushing?" Luna giggled.

"No," Draco replied sternly.

"Yes you are, you're blushing!" Luna laughed, pinching Draco's cheek.

"Shut up-"

"-Draco Malfoy is blu-" but before Luna could finish her sentence Draco kissed her, somewhat mirroring their first kiss.

3months later

"Are you okay? Do you need anything? Water? Food? Air? A nurse?"

"Draco I'm fine!" Luna cried from her hospital bed, "It's only giving birth, how terrible can it be?"

"Lu, people go crazy whilst giving birth. They say it's like being hit with the crucio curse 1,000 times in a row whilst staring into the eyes of a basilisk," Draco commented.

"You really know how to calm your pregnant wife don't you?" Luna smiled, "I'm going to be fine. Honestly, I swear most girls just exaggerate the pain." Draco gave a weak smile, stroking his wife's hand, hoping that she was right.

"I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY," Luna screamed from her bed whilst Draco tried to cool her down, "I ACTUALLY PHYSICALLY HATE YOU."

"I thought you said-"

"-I know what I said!" Luna spat, "I take it back. This is worse than the crucio curse!"

"Is there anything you can do?" Draco asked desperately to the nurse.

"I'm afraid not Mr Malfoy, don't worry this is a normal reaction from all women who are going through labour. Just hold her hand and count to three."

"Will that calm me down?" Draco questioned.

"No," the nurse replied with a small laugh, "It's your wife who needs to be calmed down more."

"I highly doubt that," Draco responded whilst turning his attention back to Luna. He noticed how Luna's eyes seemed to be flaring with anger from the comment which he had just made.

2 1/2 hours later

"I love you Draco Malfoy," Luna whispered, whilst resting her head against his chest. In her arms, Luna held their newly born daughter.

"I love you too," Draco whispered, kissing his wife gently on the top of her head. Draco was in utter awe over their child, she had only been born ten minutes ago yet he loved her with all his heart. Her eyes were bright blue, and already she had thick blonde hair.

"She's perfect," Draco found himself muttering, running his thumb through his daughter's hair.

"Do you want to hold her?" Luna smiled.

"I don't want to hurt her," Draco replied with a genuine concern.

"You won't hurt her," Luna stated, "I think your daughter wants her daddy to hold her."

Draco did as he was told; he took his daughter from Luna's arms, treating the child like she was the most precious, fragile thing in the world. The moment he held his daughter in his arms, the original fear disappeared and was replaced with even more love and happiness. Their daughter looked up at Draco, her bright blue eyes transfixed on his eyes.

"Hello beautiful," Draco commented, kissing his daughter lightly on the forehead. The baby gripped onto his little finger tightly, staring up at her father's face.

"I think she likes you," Luna smiled, looking up at the loving moment which was unfolding.

"What shall we name her?" Draco asked, not looking properly at Luna.

"I'm not sure, how about Yhunderson?" Luna replied. Draco darted his eyes at Luna, frowning strongly.

"I'm joking!" Luna giggled, "I was thinking, if it was a girl, we could name her Ruby?"

"Ruby?" Draco questioned, looking at his daughter. He quite liked the name already.

"Well a Ruby is my favourite gem and it's also a precious gift isn't it? She is a precious gift to me… also, you gave me a ruby as an engagement ring so I like to see that stone as a symbol of love," Luna added. Draco didn't need any convincing; he had already fallen in love with the name Ruby the minute he put it into context. Ruby Malfoy. She would be his most precious thing in his life, both Ruby and Luna.

11 years later

Draco and Luna guided Ruby through the busy crowds which were held at King Cross Station. Ruby had long blonde, curly hair which ran down to her hips. She had bright blue eyes which were framed by her thick eye lashes. Draco would often think of Ruby as a replica of Luna when she was a child.

"Daddy, where is Platform 9 and ¾?" Ruby asked innocently, trying to keep up with Draco's large strides.

"Just this way beautiful, hurry up; we don't want you to miss the train. Luna, that goes the same for you, stop day dreaming and keep up!" Luna also hurried her pace, a small smile spreading across her face.

The trio stopped in front of the famous wall between platform 9 and 10 which Luna and Draco had so very missed running through.

"Where is it mommy?" Ruby questioned in a tone of confusion.

"Ruby," Luna smiled, kneeling down to her height, "You need to run through this wall, I know it sounds mad! But you must, it's magic, you'll be safe." Ruby looked towards Draco who gave her a reassuring nod that Luna was speaking truth. Ruby clutched onto her trolley and gave a heavy sigh.

She began pushing faster and faster towards the wall, shutting her eyes at where there should have been a solid impact. Ruby's eyes shot open when she felt nothing to find herself staring at a scarlet train named the "Hogwarts Express". "Nothing to worry about," Luna smiled, kissing her daughter on the forehead, "Have you got everything?"

"Yes," Ruby replied.

"Trunk?"

"Yes."

"Parchments?"

"Yes."

"Books?"

"Yes."

"Robbie?"

"Ye… wait, no! Where's Robbie?"

"Here," Draco replied with some form of detest whilst handing the ferret to Ruby. Ruby and Luna both grinned widely at Draco's facial reaction at the ferret. The only reason why Ruby had a pet ferret was due to the story which Draco had told her and Luna one winter evening. The two of them were in absolute stitches over the fact that Draco had been turned into a ferret, that the very next day Luna took Ruby out and allowed her to pick out a white ferret as a pet.

"Mommy, I'm scared," Ruby admitted as a group of large Quidditch players walked past.

"Why are you petal?" Luna replied, stroking her daughter's long blonde hair.

"What if I don't make friends?" Ruby questioned, whilst putting Robbie back into his cage.

"You'll always find friends at Hogwarts," Luna smiled, "And if you don't, just go find Hagrid. I'm sure that he'll still be working here."

"It's true Rub," Draco interrupted, "Your mother was a right Loony and she still made friends. You'll be fine. If anyone is horrible to you though, just owl me and I'll-"

"-I think that's enough Draco," Luna glared. Ruby giggled, hugging her father tightly.

"I love you," Draco smiled, kissing his daughter on the top of her head, "Be safe and remember if you're put in Hufflepuff, I'm disowning you."

"He's joking!" Luna exclaimed, guiding her daughter away from him, "I love you lots too. Enjoy yourself honey, and make sure to stay clear of the nargles."

"I will mommy," Ruby giggled, turning her attention to her father who rolled his eyes cheekily.

As Neville checked that the students got onto the train safely, he noticed an odd looking couple saying their final goodbyes to a first year student. Neville couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt that he had seen the woman somewhere before, alongside the man. The woman's bright blue eyes seemed to brighten up the entire platform. This presence of this woman seemed to trigger something within Neville. He felt that he had seen this woman somewhere before, somewhere in his most beautiful, deepest, reoccurring dreams. The man, though, Neville swore was in his deepest, darkest nightmares.

Neville would often dream about living a peaceful life with a long, blonde haired woman in the muggle city of London. These were Neville's most favourite dreams, they were so realistic. In some dreams Neville and the woman would marry, and in others they would simply just embrace each others company. But, Neville would also have nightmares where a man, a lot like the one which he was looking at, would come steal the blonde haired woman away. He would leave Neville alone in a house, with nothing but eternal sadness. As Neville looked at the couple with deep concentration, he felt a sudden realisation, as if he knew who the two were. He was positive that the blonde haired woman was-

"-Professor Longbottom, the train is ready to leave, are you boarding?" commented the train conductor. Neville blinked violently, losing his thoughts about the blonde haired woman,

"Yes, I am boarding."

Neville took his seat in the teacher compartment, sitting in the corner starring out the window. He tried desperately to try search for that couple with an inner hope that his previous thoughts would come back to him, allowing him to know who that woman was. Once coming to terms that he wouldn't find the woman through the crowd of hundreds of parents, Neville turned his attention to his Herbology book. 11 years today was when Neville made that life-changing phone call to book his job interview at HogwartsSchool to become a Herbology teacher. It was 11 years today and still Neville never regretted it.

A/N- I hope you enjoyed the story :D!