A/N: I'm terribly sorry for how long this chapter has taken. I was facing some difficulties in my life, and every time I tried to approach this story again, I felt like I had hit a wall. I took some time and finally read through everything again, only to realize the reason for that: the last chapter really should have been the end. I was trying to add more to a story that was already finished. So, dear readers, this will be the epilogue, but I have another story almost complete that I will be publishing soon. I hope you enjoy this conclusion just as I hope to see some of you reviewing the next story I write.
xoxo
Chaos
Epilogue
Third Person
A man walked into the small room he had been forbidden to enter all day. His curiosity got the better of him, and superstitions be damned, he would see the bride before the wedding march began.
She was breathtaking, her curly hair pulled back into a bun, only a few strands flowing rebelliously around her face. The dress she wore hugged her every curve and reminded him so much of the dress she had worn all those years ago on the first fateful night he had fallen in love with her. There had been other times, times when he fell in love all over again, like the day she accepted his proposal as they stood atop the Eiffel Tower.
"Hello, Hermione," he whispered as he came up behind her.
"I thought my mother told you she would murder you if she caught you in here?"
"Well, I'm Draco Malfoy, the man who was courageous enough to propose to her daughter. I'm sure I'll survive."
"Or bribe her, like you did the last time you upset her."
"She does love that new stove, doesn't she?"
The girl laughed and pulled her fiancés arms around her waist tighter. "Draco… You really want this, right? You really want to marry me?"
"Where on earth is this coming from? It's been, what, seven years since I told you I loved you for the first time? I would have left a thousand I love you's ago if I didn't plan on saying it ten thousand times more."
She smiled, "Good. I was really hoping you'd say that…" She turned to face him, and worry quickly etched itself into his expression.
"What is it? Is something wrong?"
"Not at all, Draco, I just… We're going to be having a baby."
The world seemed to slow down for a time, and he asked her if she was certain before dropping to his knees to kiss her stomach and hold her close.
"Oh, Hermione, I'm so happy."
"You're not upset or anything? You don't think it's too soon?"
"Of course not. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Hermione Jane Granger, and with our baby."
Her mother's voice came from the hall announcing it was time for them to start.
"No regrets, right?" she asked as he brushed a tear from her face.
He nodded, "I love you, Hermione."
"I love you too, Draco. Forever."
