Author's Notes: Thank you, m'dear reviewers! Enjoy this epilogue I offer you a day early.

Epilogue

One year later…

Scorpius cracked one eye open when he heard the door of his room being closed, probably not as subtly as the intruder had hoped. He craned his neck a little and glanced at the empty cot before turning again and leaning his head back on the pillow. He stretched an arm and snuggled closer to Lily.

"Our son's gone," he murmured in her hair.

"Again?" she asked sleepily.

"Again," he confirmed in a murmur, pulling her to him.

"Who was it this time?" she murmured.

"I don't know, I didn't see them," he yawned. "Lily…"

"Hmm…"

"When are they going back to their own houses?"

oooOOOooo

Draco sat on the armchair near the window, the one that overlooked the green hills of Wales. It was foggy again that morning, even though it was the middle of June.

He sighed and lowered his eyes on his grandson.

The baby was looking up at him, blue eyes wide and blond hair in disarray at the top of his little head. His plump hand stretched his fingers to touch Draco's pointy chin, and Draco made him sit up against his arms.

"Did you sleep well, Alfie?" he asked him in a high-pitched voice, puckering his lips to give him a kiss. "Or did Daddy snore too loud?"

The child gurgled a laughter at his funny voice and Draco beamed at him.

"Oh, but you slept well, you slept well," he told him gently, "but if you didn't, you know you could sleep with Grandpa Draco and Grandma Astoria, right, dear?"

There were steps coming from the stairs and Draco glanced at the door before turning to his grandson. "If it's Mummy or Daddy," he whispered conspiratorially, "Grandma Ginny brought you downstairs." He thought for a bit and added, "And then the woman abandoned you here."

His grandson giggled and babbled, "Da da da," as he patted Draco's cheek and the grandfather melted a little.

"Oh, there you are," said Ginny, walking into the sunroom. "Did Grandpa Draco steal you away again?" She didn't as much as look at Draco as she went to take the child from his arms.

"Excuse me," he protested, "my grandchild and I were having a bit of alone time. Just the two of us, without Grandma Ginny coming down to disturb us."

She waved a hand to dismiss him and kissed Alfie's cheek, before tickling him under his armpits. Their grandson giggled and waved his little hands in happiness.

She caressed his cheek and planted some more kisses all over his face. The child delighted in the attention and let out a little cry of happiness that filled the sunroom.

"You must be hungry, Alfie," said Ginny with her voice ridiculously high. "I bet Grandpa Draco didn't prepare any milk for you, did he?"

"We just came downstairs," he protested sourly. "I was just about to call for Taffy."

Ginny wrinkled her nose at him, but before she could retort something, Astoria walked into the sunroom. Her hair barely combed and a nightgown loosely tied around her waist. She was turning more and more into those Potters who walked around with Muggle clothes all the time or wouldn't dress properly before breakfast.

"Good morning, Draco," she chirped, going to kiss his forehead, before turning all his attention towards Alfie. "Hello, sunshine!" she greeted him brightly. "Did he sleep well? Is he hungry? Where are Mummy and Daddy?"

Ginny let her take him and Astoria started to pepper kisses all over his head.

"Mummy and Daddy are still sleeping," replied Draco, as he opened the most recent issue of the Daily Prophet from the pile on the coffee table. "As always. They laze in bed until nine on Saturdays because they don't have to work and know that we're always here to take care of their child."

Ginny called for Taffy and the house-elf appeared with a subtle pop. "Mistress Ginny called Taffy?" she asked, bowing.

"Yes, Taffy," replied Ginny, "can you prepare Alfie's baby bottle? The usual temperature, please."

The elf nodded eagerly and scampered her brown feet on the floor as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"It's quiet," commented Astoria as she sat on the armrest of Draco's armchair with Alfie bouncing on her legs.

Draco lowered the Prophet. "It is," he agreed. "I can't even hear the Crups."

"Oh, Harry took them with him," replied Ginny nonchalantly, "for a walk in the fields."

Draco glared at her. "All of them? Even my Crups?"

"It's not healthy for them to spend all their time in the house," sentenced Ginny.

"Excuse me, who's the breeder here?" snapped Draco.

The moment that he raised his voice, Alfie started crying in Astoria's arms. And the moment he started crying, the door of the sunroom opened and Harry Potter walked inside with the pack of Crups padding at his heels. "Good morning," he greeted cheerfully, before going to his wife to kiss her gently.

"Good morning, Harry," said Astoria gently, "how was your walk?"

"Very relaxing, thank you," he replied, going to her. "Oh, how's my little man doing this morning? Was he crying? Why? Because Grandpa Draco was snapping at Grandma Ginny again?" He took the child and Alfie calmed a bit as Harry rocked him in his arms.

"Exactly for that," sentenced Harry's wife.

Draco glared at her. "I suspect he's hungry," he replied gruffly. "When did Lily last feed him?"

"At midnight," replied Ginny. "He was a bit restless last night."

"Did she breastfeed him or did she give him the bottle?" asked Astoria.

"She breastfed him, but only a little bit," replied Ginny, "I'm afraid she doesn't have much milk left."

Draco focused on the Crups that were nuzzling at his legs now, not quite sure that Lily would have appreciated to have the four of them discussing about her milk.

"The baby bottle is ready," squealed Taffy, walking back in the sunroom.

"Thank you, Taffy," replied Harry, sitting on the couch and seating Alfie in his lap before tilting the bottle and waiting for him to take it in his little mouth. He suckled greedily and patted his little hands on the plastic.

"Some breakfast now would be appreciated," said Draco.

"Taffy will make Master Draco breakfast," she told him.

"Make it for everybody, Taffy," corrected Ginny. "I'm a bit peckish already."

Taffy nodded eagerly. "And Mistress Lily and Master Scorpius?"

"Oh, let them sleep a bit longer," replied Astoria. "Scorpius becomes all funny when we wake him up, and then he starts saying all those ridiculous things like that we're old and should go back home and relax a bit."

They all laughed at the absurdity of that statement.

"Are Al and James coming for lunch?" asked Harry as he moved the bottle around in Alfie's mouth a little to accommodate it between his little teeth.

"Yes," replied Ginny, "and apparently Emeric and Rose too."

"Are they back together?" asked Draco, pretending to sound uninterested. "Didn't Rose leave him last month?"

"And then they got back together, then Emeric dumped her, and two days ago they got back together again," replied his wife, "Merlin, Draco, keep up."

He shrugged a shoulder and rolled his eyes, as if someone like himself could be interested in those youngsters' whereabouts.

Finally, Harry took the bottle from Alfie and put him upright against his shoulder, patting his back to make him burp. It took him only a few seconds and when he let out a small burp, Ginny and Astoria looked at him in awe.

Then he yawned and pushed his fist in his mouth to suck on it.

"Oh, I think he's tired," said Astoria, "Grandpa Draco woke you up this morning, didn't he?"

"He was already tossing in the bed," pointed out Draco.

"Sure," sighed Harry. "There," he added, giving the child back to Draco. "I'll be right back, I'll take a shower and change."

Draco placed the child in his arms and stared as he yawned again, his eyes fluttering. He touched the tip of his grandson's nose with his fingertip and smiled as the child grabbed it.

He brought his mouth closer to Alfie's ear. "Sleep tight, Alfred Malfoy," he whispered, "Grandpa Draco is going to be right here to watch over you until you wake up."

Alfie gurgled an answer and finally fell asleep again.

oooOOOooo

"Lily?" Scorpius called sleepily.

"Hmm?" she murmured. "Sorry, Scorpius I think I fell asleep again…"

He chuckled softly against her hair and whispered, "I asked you if you knew when all those people are going back home…"

"My Mum said when Alfie is off to Hogwarts," she replied gently, a smile tugging at her lips as she imagined Scorpius' face.

"Eleven years?" he gasped against her ear.

She grabbed his hand and brought it on her belly under the covers. "Might be twelve," she reminded him.

He brushed his thumb over the swell of her baby bump. "We're not going to tell them that you're pregnant, are we?" he asked her. "I mean, they'll never leave us alone if they know that we're having another child. Your grandparents might want to move in as well…"

She giggled and turned to face him, leaning her head against his chest. "It could be fun…"

"Lily…"

She giggled again. "I love you, Scorpius," she whispered, raising her eyes to look at him, before proceeding to kiss him.

He smiled against her lips. "I love you too, Lily," he told her and then he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her to him.

And then they waited for someone to come and wake them up all over again, this time with promises of dirty nappies, a chat in the sunroom and some breakfast.

Fin

Author's Notes: I really hope you enjoyed this epilogue. I wanted it to be exactly like this, I like it and I hope you liked it too.

I'm a bit sad and a bit relieved to be posting the last chapter. Sad because I'll be missing the whole regular posting and waiting for feedback thingy of the past few months. Relieved because this story was truly a failure for the number of reviews I received for it. No, no. I don't need anybody to send me hugs or anything. I recognise that it was not good enough and that's it, it's not your fault it's mine. The bad thing was that it honestly depressed me for quite a while and I couldn't write for weeks, I was on the verge of a hiatus. Now I'm participating to some fests on Livejournal and the muse seems to be back. The fact that I won't have to wait for more comments that will never arrive will help the mood too.

That said, expect more stories from me once the reveals are up in the various fests. Not before naturally. I wrote a story for hp-het-taboo in the meantime. It's called Carousel and it's a Ron/Ginny and Hugo/Lily NC-17 story. I like it, but it's not for everyone.

Thank you to my faithful readers, reviewers, supporters. You made my day a little bit brighter.

Love to all. xx