Epilogue

When Rose's hair was starting to go grey around the temples, and her husband's hair line began to receed a bit, they were graced with a grandchild via their youngest son. He was one of the 12 grandchildren the Malfoy-Weasley family eventually had.

When the child was placed within her arms, she almost laughed hysterically.

It had definite Weasley traits. Even though Wilhelm was through and through his father's child, it seemed the gene that held the Weasley hair and freckles was hidden within her son. The prominence of the red hair could also have had to do with the fact that the child's mother, Henrietta, was a redhead.

Wilhelms daughter was named Wilhelmina Rose Malfoy (Scorpius had actually sneered at that) From the moment Rose held her grandbaby, she knew she was going to turn out just as special as her father had.

Scorpius even commented on it. "It was like holding a ball of fire-did you notice that? I think she'll grow up to be a witch! It was the strangest thing, you know..."

Their predictions were right. Wilhelmina grew older and exhibited magical qualities. She was accepted into Hogwarts, and was sorted into Gryffindor, where the both the twins of Tori (Lady and Daniel Chang) and Dan (Joselyn and Scorpius Malfoy the Second.) had been sorted. Cassie's daughter Lucille Smith was also in Gryffindor, but her brother Bryant was sorted into Hufflepuff. Dahlia had her hands full with triplets-Drake, Deacon and Darla Malfoy (Dahlia had grown up to be a very progressive woman after Hogwarts and ended up marrying John Goyle, yet had refused to take the Goyle last name). They were sorted into Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, whereas River and Altair had yet to find someone to suit their needs.

Myriam, however, had five kids of her own (Janice, Linda, Wyatt, Chris and Burnadette Malfoy-Stieneburg) but had moved away to the States right before they would have been accepted to Hogwarts. Rose and Scorpius saw them every Christmas and Easter, and even on the strange holiday that was Thanksgiving. But it wasn't the same. Rose wished she could see them off to school every year.

All in all, Rose and her husband had to admit. They had done a damn good job raising eight kids, all of whom had the bravery, kindness and loyalty of the Weasleys mixed with ambition, mischief and cunning of the Malfoys. Plus they had Hermione's blood in them, and were pretty damn smart too.

Rose gave a huge sigh as she snuggled down next to her husband. The house that once seemed very tiny with eight kids now seemed huge. She found herself wishing to hear the pitter patter of little feet, the giggles and even the screaming matches between them all.

Scorpius pulled her closer to him in his sleep, burying his face into the back of her neck.

She smiled, content, before feeling the familiar stir of arousal down south.

'Even though I miss the kids,' she thought to herself before turning over and waking Scorpius up with a kiss.

'I definitely won't miss being interuppted while doing this!'

A/N: And...I think that's that guys. At least for this story. This chapter got a little more in depth about the rest of the family than I meant it to. I did't really like this chapter, actually. I may re-write this, or keep this as an alternate ending. I also don't know if anything else will follow this. I may round it out with something sad...but I don't really want to do that to you guys.

Let me know what you think, please.