We are DONE. D.O.N.E. DONE! I'm tired. I go night night after french fries.
Epilogue
*Two Years Later*
Hermione Granger never imagined herself as one to get married at the age of twenty-one. Yet Hermione Granger also never imagined herself as one to have a shotgun wedding, being four months pregnant and moving her wedding date up by two years.
It was already shameful for Draco Malfoy to marry a muggleborn. But it was even more shameful to marry a muggleborn out of wedlock. They decided to get it over with quickly, and hope that nobody would count back with the pregnancy. Undoubtedly somebody would though.
Hermione's wedding dress was a bit tight, especially around her waist. She was beginning to show, and she would be damned if she had to get this stupid dress altered again. She squeezed herself into it with the help of Ginny and Luna. She glanced at the flower bouquet sitting in the vase. She smiled at it, this was actually going to happen.
Her only regrets were that her parents weren't there to witness her wedding. She always had the dream of her father walking down the aisle. She wanted her mother to approve of Draco, and for her mother to chide her on getting pregnant so early.
But, her adoptive family was here. All of her professors from Hogwarts, the entire Weasley clan, her few friends from Hogwarts, and most importantly, Harry.
Luna starting picking at Hermione's hair.
"Luna," Hermione sighed, "What are you doing?"
"I'm adding some baby's breath flowers. They'll help drive off the heliopaths." Luna said dreamily.
Hermione smiled, she decided to indulge Luna.
"I'm sorry your parents aren't here," Luna said, "I think that they would ultimately approve of Draco. Once they saw how you interact with him. And how happy he makes you now. They would love him. It would take them awhile, but they would. But since they are not here, just know that I approve. Doesn't count for much, but I approve."
Hermione smiled again, "Thank you Luna. That means a lot."
There was a soft knock at the door, and Harry stuck his head in, "You ready to do this Hermione?"
She nodded and pulled her bouquet from the water, "Yes I am Mr. Chosen One."
Draco had never felt more panicked. He was pacing in the room, stressing out. George Weasley entered the room unannounced.
"Hello Ferret! How are you holding up?" He asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"What if she runs George? Gets cold feet and decides that she doesn't want to marry me?" Draco rushed.
"Ferret, you have yourself quite a catch, she's not going to run. If she was thinking about it, then Ginny would have told me, and I would have swooped in and saved her."
Draco forced out a laugh, "Still hung up on her Weasley? How is the other Weasley handling this?"
"Well, he found that muggle girl that he likes, so he's holding up very well. And no, I am not hung up on her. She's one of my best friends, and if you hurt her, the threat still stands that I will be in the top ten of people who will kick your ass."
"Well, I made her pregnant, so that is going to hurt when she pushes my spawn out of her."
George shuddered, "Don't remind me that we fucked the same bird you sniveling ferret."
Draco laughed.
Things had been well for Dramione. Vivian had moved out officially a few weeks before, prepared for her new role as a ministry official. Draco and Hermione were moving into the Malfoy Cottage by the sea. Hermione didn't want to raise their child in the manor. She had been back multiple times to visit Narcissa, but it was too big and drafty for Hermione's liking.
She saw her therapist a few times a year, no longer needing intensive therapy. Draco started seeing the therapist too, and now he didn't drink as much. He was excelling as a healer in training, and was contemplating going to muggle medical school, just to learn what the muggles know.
Hermione worked in muggle relations. She was trying to bridge the gap between wizards and witches and muggle technology.
Draco smiled softly to himself as George left the room and his mother entered. She adjusted his tie and engulfed him in a hug.
"You chose a wonderful witch. I'm so proud of you," she whispered.
"Thank you mum." Draco replied.
Minutes later, Draco and Hermione were standing at the alter, hand in hand as the minister of magic bound them in holy matrimony, and preformed a hand fastening ceremony for the young couple. The crowd cheered as Draco gave Hermione a passionate kiss, wrapping his arm around her waist and dipping her.
*5 Months Laterr*
Theodosia came into the world kicking and screaming. She brought great joy to her parents.
*2 years later*
Nathaniel was next to arive
*4 years*
Alexander and Lawrence
*5 Years*
Jasmine
*7 Years*
Minerva
11 years
And so Theodosia was sent off to Hogwarts, to have her mind filled with stuff about magic and history. Draco and Hermione prepared her for all she would learn about them, as Dramione was a part of the curriculum now, with the 2nd wizarding war followed by the cleansing. Followed by all that Draco was doing at St. Mungos with the adaption of Muggle medical procedures into wizarding procedures. They were living history and Theodosia was about to learn all about them.
*102 years Later*
They laid next to each other as Draco passed into the next realm, immediately followed by Hermione.
7 children, 49 grandchildren, 343 great-grandchildren, and 10 great-great grandchildren, with 12 more on the way, the Malfoy-Granger's had left a legacy, one that would survive generations. A new beginning for the wizarding world, overseen by two teenagers who were madly in love, and who grew to a ripe old age.
A perfect ending to an imperfect story.
With each challenge, they were fearless and persevered.
Thus ends the tale of Dramione.
I just did a spell check. I'm genuinely tired and just want french fries and coffee! I got too much shit to do to go to bed TBH, but I AM DONE with this fic! I am proud of my work, the epilogue is rushed, sorry about that, but I ran out of ideas other than wedding and marriage and babies galore. BUT I USED THE WORD FEARLESS SO HA! Thank you for sticking with me, and i'll announce my next project soon!
PEACE!
