Drumrolls!
This is the FINAL, LAST chapter to this story. An EPILOGUE, right?
So... I'd planned to give out the vote of thanks, and all of the explanations with this very installment. But then I changed my mind. Now, I'm gonna post an explanatory chapter-ish thingy, about a week later.
Okay? Okay.
thirty
"Weaslette shouldn't have lied that she didn't know about you, y'know? And shouldn't have owled the Weasleys, too. That began all this chaos…"
Hermione shrugged, smiling at the redheaded bride. "She's extravagant, like that."
"Are you sure you're okay with mother's conditions?" he asked, abruptly.
"She's given us three years, Draco. I'm more than okay," she repeated her recurring to this constant question of his.
Draco was squinting at her when she looked back at him.
She chuckled. "What?"
"How long have you liked me?"
"Long enough?"
Grinning, she eagerly met his parted, moist, expectant lips halfway. This was good.
This is Harry and Ginny's wedding, if wasn't clear.
xAishwarya!