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Epilogue
4 years later...
Hermione sat on a bench. The sun was high in the sky, burning her creamy skin. She figured it must be about 2pm. Thirty more minutes and she could go home.
No. Harry was expecting her today; he insisted on monthly visits. He wasn't going to let her disappear again.
So here she was, in England. Her eyes roamed over the crowd. There were a lot of people out today. It made her nervous. She watched carefully.
Her phone buzzed, scaring her. She reached blindly into her purse, afraid to get distracted. Where was that thing? She pulled it out and held it in front of her, keeping one eye on the crowd.
New Voicemail
It was him. It was always him. He was the only one who had this number.
Hey. What are you doing? I'm eating ice cream. Tuvalu is beautiful. I'm glad we decided to come. Meet me on the beach.
Click
She smiled. Right on time. Four years had passed and still, every week, like clock work, he would call. She never picked up, never called back, but it never deterred him. He always spoke as if nothing happened; as if she had stayed.
She put the phone back in her purse and held her hand up, blocking the sun from her eyes. The ring glittered at her. Hermione knew that another woman had his name now, but she still had his heart. His heart that she wore around her finger. That was enough in this world; their little phone world.
It was time. They would be late if she didn't hurry. Hermione walked towards the crowd. "We're going to be late."
He nodded. "But I made new friends today. They want to meet you."
She looked confused, "Where?"
He gestured over his shoulders. She froze.
"Ms Granger, how lovely to see you again."
She swallowed, "Narcissa...Lucius. I didn't know you two were here..." She stuttered. "I- um- I heard you were in the states."
Narcissa smiled, "We were, but our son needed us. So here we are."
Hermione grabbed Aldri's hand, "Well, it was nice seeing you, but we really must be going." She turned to leave-
"Ms. Granger, may I have a word? In private perhaps?"
"I really-"
"Lucius, perhaps Aldri would like to see the waterfall. It is lovely this time of year."
Aldri pulled out of her grasp and grabbed Lucius' hand. Hermione reluctantly let go.
Lucius nodded. "He will be safe with me." He led the toddler away.
"Aldri...Norwegian isn't it? I believe it means...never." Narcissa sat on the bench and gestured for her to sit. "He reminds me a lot of his father; bold and brave. And too smart for his own good."
Hermione scoffed. "I am his father...and his mother."
"So you are.." She looked the younger woman in the eyes. "Blond hair run in your family? Surely, we must be related. That particular color is a signature trait you know."
"What do you want Narcissa?"
"You never thought to tell him?"
"It doesn't matter."
Narcissa hissed, "He is the only heir to the Malfoy name...So, I would say it does matter."
"Oh, now it matters. It didn't when you disowned Draco."
Narcissa looked away, "We all make mistakes. We didn't know how serious he felt. It was never about you."
Hermione sighed, "I didn't know how to tell him. By the time I realized that I was...he was getting married."
"I see. And what do you know about that?"
She laughed, "He married her. He's in Tuvalu with her."
Narcissa squinted. "I don't know what Tuvalu is, but he is, surely, not there."
She looked down at her ring. "It doesn't matter."
Narcissa looked at it too. "The ring. Yes, I remember it well." She brought Hermione's hand closer to her face. "Do you know the story?"
Hermione shook her head.
Narcissa smile. "One day he came home and told me that he'd emptied his Gringotts account." She raised an eyebrow. "I didn't even know he had one." She chuckled. "I asked him what he was going to buy." She turned to Hermione. "Do you know what he told me?"
Hermione shook her head.
She looked Hermione in the eyes again. "He said, he was going to buy a future." Narcissa straightened the ring. "He is not in Tuvalu...and he did not marry her."
She searched the other woman's eyes. She wasn't lying. "What? Why?"
Narcissa patted her hand. "He called us. He told us everything...how much he loved you. What you mean to him."
Hermione turned away. She didn't want Narcissa to see her cry.
"We came back and released his inheritance. He didn't marry her. He didn't marry anyone."
She whispered. "He never told me. Why didn't he say anything?"
"WelI, I suppose for the same reason you didn't tell him about Aldri." Narcissa stood. "Both of you...so worried about each other's happiness that you would sacrifice everything." She held out her hand. "When the only thing that would make either of you happy, is each other."
Hermione looked at her hand questionably.
"Don't you think it's time for Aldri to meet his father?"
This concludes The Wedding Singer. Thanks for reading. I am going to take a little break...but look for my New story "Fighting For Last Place" soon. Thanks again!