A/N I apologize for this taking so long. Work has been a bit crazy and Lucius can be difficult. Anyway, here is the promised epilogue. I'm pretty sure this universe is done now.

The epilogue is more of snippets of the future, hopefully it makes sense. If it doesn't, let me know. I may have had a glass or two of wine. Like I said, work is stressful during financial closes and reading Qs can be a bit mind-numbing.

I don't own any of the recognized characters. I may have made up an elf or two, or maybe not. Regardless, this is just for fun.

Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, favorited or followed. You guys are great. :)

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Epilogue

Jean Granger sat on the wide wrap around porch and took a deep breath of the slightly salty, warm air. She and Rich had left Britain almost ten years prior and had only been back a handful of times since that cold December night. Their longest stay had been when Hermione returned to them and that was only to ensure everyone involved in the plot against her daughter received their due. After the Weasley trials were complete, Hermione took a short time to decide the attention of the British press and public was just more than she wanted and asked if her family would mind returning to the idyllic little village.

Rich had been more than happy to return. He had missed working with Ivanic, the little elf who had taken to explaining the elf wine making process to Rich. Jean missed the sun. She had forgotten just how dreary England could be. Draco had no issue with leaving, he seemed to lighten up as soon as the portkey had dropped them back in their villa. Hermione immediately took to learning the potions business and had been wildly successful. Between she and Draco, they had come up with nine new potion/charms that ranged from medical uses to whitening those impossible to whiten whites. It seems the elves were a bit put out until Hermione promised they didn't have to use it.

Their discoveries had been patented, or whatever it was the magical world called it, and the family now had enough money for many more generations. It was only after Hermione complained about her magic being off one day that Narcissa got an odd look in her eye. Jean thought she knew what Narcissa suspected because Jean had the same thought. "Narcissa, I assume there is a charm or spell that would tell us." Narcissa just nodded and walked out of her frame. Hermione and Draco looked between Jean and Narcissa's empty frame with confusion. It seemed neither had thought it was possible. It was only a few moments later that Mitzi and Kitmu appeared.

Mitzi handed Draco a book and Kitmu stood next to Hermione. He waved his hand and then smiled brightly before Mitzi opened the book and pointed to a page. Hermione's eyes widened and looked to Draco. He seemed to have just caught on and looked to his elf. Draco removed his wand from its holster and started to wave over Hermione's stomach. A bright yellow light appeared and with it a quiet beating rhythm.

Smiling at the memory Jean couldn't wait to meet her grandchild.

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Hermione Malfoy sat in her favorite chair and looked out over the beautiful view. She gently rubbed her protruding belly and sighed at the kick she received in response. "Yes, little one, I know but you still have a couple of months before you can join us. Your father and I are very excited to meet you." Hermione started to hum a little tune that seemed to comfort her child and slowly she felt the kicks, punches and flips still. It seemed the baby was a fan of napping in the warm sun. Well, that should be expected given the child's father was currently laying on the beach doing the same thing. Hermione wanted to be napping next to her husband but apparently her entire family (including Kitmu) said it wasn't healthy for her to lay in the sun. They came to the consensus she could sit in the sun room for a few hours when the morning sun wasn't quite so hot.

"The things I do for you. The things I will do for you." She quietly went back to humming before she too dozed off in the late morning sun. That was how Draco found her a short while later. Hermione lay curled on the day bed with her arm wrapped around her stomach. Smiling, Draco lifted his wife and brought her to their room. It seemed his child sapped Hermione's energy. He chuckled softly thinking it was a Malfoy trait as he had been known to do the same.

Hermione refused to use a pronoun to describe their child. They had decided to not find out if the little baby would be a witch or wizard, so Hermione had taken to calling the child 'Little One'. Draco on the other (and only when out of Hermione's ear shot) would call the baby Scorpius. It was the only name they both liked. Plus Scorp was just an awesome nickname. Neither Draco nor Hermione had a name that could be easily shortened. And what names their friends had used were not liked by the pair.

Draco lay next to his wife and rubbed her stomach when he felt his son's kick. "Shh, your mum needs her rest. Just lay still Scorp. I'll tell you another story about our lives." Hermione, of course, was awake but loved listening to her husband speak to their child. She wasn't certain the baby was a boy, but she wasn't going to press the issue. She knew Draco would love a girl as much as a boy. She listened as Draco spoke of quidditch and brooms. She gave herself away with a laugh when Draco contended he had taught Hermione to love flying. Opening her eyes she saw Draco smirking up at her. His lips were as close to her stomach as they could be without actually touching. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled at him.

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There was a great celebration when Scorpius was born. His entrance to the world was met with screams from all the Malfoys in the room. Hermione, exhausted from bringing her child into the world, collapsed into the pillows. Scorpius, once wrapped in the warmth of blankets and in his mother's embrace, settled against her chest and began to take in his new world with wide grey eyes. Draco sat whimpering next to his wife and son clutching his hand. He had gallantly offered it to Hermione to hold while she labored. Having Hermione's hand in his had always been a comfort to Draco. His thought on that belief may be shifted now. He wasn't exactly positive yet, but was relatively confident Hermione had broken his hand one point. Looking to his wife and son once more, he found he didn't care quite a much as he would have thought.

He gently pushed the sweaty curls from Hermione's face and forehead, before placing a gentle kiss on each cheek, forehead and finally her lips. "He's perfect. Thank you love." Hermione's tears leaked down her face from the emotion of it all. The small family sat together until their respective energies returned.

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Hermione Malfoy looked to her sleeping son and sighed, it seemed like only yesterday she had given birth to him. His third birthday was the next day and the birth of their second child would be in than a month. Rubbing her belly she compared how active Scorpius had been at this stage and the more gentle way this child acted. It made Hermione wonder how this child would compare to Scorpius as they grew. Scorpius was a very active child and took a great deal of energy for Hermione to manage him. After many months of begging the two year old had finally gotten his mother to agree to allow him to be on a broom. For only being two, Scorpius was already showing his Slytherin side and had gotten his mother to agree to allow him to fly with his father. Hermione hadn't wanted him flying until he was at least five but somehow the two blondes had worked her around. That agreement was almost six months ago and Hermione still believed any agreements made while pregnant should be reviewable at a later time. Neither blonde agreed with her. She knew it was a lost cause but she wasn't above battling lost causes.

Hermione shuddered thinking of the wrapped box that was in her closet. Draco had gone out and found the highest rated child's training broom. Hermione was planning on adding many additional cushioning, protection and sticking charms before she allowed her son on it. She did know she would have to be quick before her son was on it. If the broom didn't have to be out of its box for the charms and spells to be added she would have been adding since the blasted thing had arrived in their home.

"I hope you aren't as enamored with flying as your brother." Hermione rubbed her belly once more before leaning down and kissing the top of her son's head. "Come on, let's go to sleep."

The next day would be a day the entire family would remember for more than just Scorpius declaring the day the 'bestest day ever' when he opened his broom. It was while Hermione was placing the final protection charm on the broom that she doubled over in pain. It seemed their second child wanted some attention as well. Before the night ended the small family of three had expanded to a small family of four. Holding his broom, Scorpius gazed at his little sister.

"Mum, my broom is great but she is the best present I gots today." With his simple acceptance, Scorpius jumped on his broom and 'zoomed' away. Zoom may have been a bit of a stretch but as he slowly made his way out of the room, Scorpius made zooming noises as he left the room and turned toward his room. Hermione sniffled and laughed as her son left.

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Lucius Malfoy stood in his official portrait, it was really where he was most comfortable. After awaking in his portrait, he learned his father and wife enjoyed to visit other Malfoy properties through enchanted frames. He hadn't taken to using the 'extra' frames that were available to any of the family portraits. It took Lucius some time to come to terms with the decisions he made in his mortal life and enjoying the benefits of being a Malfoy didn't seem quite right to him. He wasn't really sure how long it had been since his mortal death, but he assumed it took him a good couple of years before he could speak with his son.

Draco had made something great of himself and Lucius was truly ashamed of the situation he had left for his son. After the indeterminate length of time, Lucius finally had some difficult discussions with Draco. They were difficult for Lucius because he had to admit his failures and acknowledge he did not expect to still have a portrait. He was humble and grateful for the second chance he was sure he didn't deserve. Draco was a bit reserved and explained the final decision was after a conversation with Abraxas. While Abraxas had given him the final comfort that Lucius deserved a chance, it had been Hermione and her ability to freely given forgiveness. If it hadn't been for her, the picture would have been part of the rumble that was burned and scattered after the original Manor was destroyed. Lucius nodded and understood exactly why the home he was born and raised in had been destroyed.
After waking in the frame, Lucius had spent quite some time listening to his father explain exactly what occurred since his last mortal memory that wasn't Azkaban. After learning everything the family had experienced he took to finding Narcissa. He admitted to failing her in his accepted role as husband. It took her sometime, but eventually they could be in the same room without her glaring at him. Hermione suspected that eventually they may reclaim the friendship that led them to marrying. She didn't think they were ever in love with the other, but they had a good relationship at some point.

In the end, it was Narcissa who had asked for a replica copy of her husband's portrait to be made and added to the home in the Vindol Valley. It was a quiet and grateful Lucius that now stood in his second official portrait and looked out the windows and over the vineyards. His peace was shattered when he heard his daughter-in-law yell for her grandson. Lucius had yet to meet either of his grandchildren. While he had seen his daughter-in-law, she had decided she wasn't ready to face him yet. He understood and would typically leave if she entered the room. She knew he did it for her and she was slowly coming to terms with the man.

Lucius chuckled softly to himself, Scorpius was quite a handful and reminded Lucius of a young Draco. The stories Narcissa told him were virtually repeats of what his own son had done in Wiltshire. It was while reliving his memories of those better days that the door to the study was opened and quietly shut. Lucius looked to see who had entered but saw no one. It was a few moments later when a blonde head looked around the chair. The child was obviously Scorpius but to Lucius he was transported to when Draco was a rambunctious six year old. The boy was obviously looking at the portraits, Lucius's was the last one Scorpius viewed. With a relaxed sigh the young boy climbed into one of the chairs. Lucius wondered if Scorpius was checking to see if Narcissa was in the room.

"You look like my daddy." Those were the first words Lucius heard from his grandson and the boy that would carry on his family's name.

"Some would say your daddy looks like me." Lucius looked to see how Scorpius would respond. The boy cocked his head to the side and gazed at the picture. Lucius suspected that was from his mother. From how Hermione had been described and from what he remembered of the muggleborn girl, her son had inherited her ability to analyze the world around her and look at things from a different perspective.

"You're my daddy's daddy. I haven't been allowed to meet you yet." Scorpius had also seemed to have inherited both of his parents intelligence. They were the top two students in their class and that was probably the only reason they had both survived the war. It was only when he was getting ready to respond to Scorpius that the boy continued. "Daddy says I shouldn't come into his study without him. He says you are still coming to terms with things. I don't know what things they are but I need to hide from Mum so is it ok if I'm here?" Lucius smiled at the boy in a way that hadn't happened in over twenty years.

"Yes, and since you are here we can talk. Let's start with you telling me why you have to hide." Scorpius looked a bit nervous about the request but he had been raised to respect his elders and between his mother, Grandma Jean and Gran Cissa, manners were clearly instilled in the boy. With a resigned sigh Scorpius went to explain his morning.

"You see my sister is three and she always follows me around. I normally don't mind because it's good to have someone else around. But today I just wanted to be alone and maybe ride my broom on the beach. But I couldn't shake her and I got a little mad. I may have sent her to the top of the bookcases in the library. I didn't really mean it but I couldn't figure out how to get her down. So I went to go get my broom, I figured I could fly up and get her. Before I could get back, Mum must have found her and started yelling. So I ran."

Scorpius shrugged and settled into the chair. Lucius noticed how his eyes began to droop and before the man knew it, Scorpius had fallen asleep. It seemed accidental magic was quite tiring on the young boy. He watched his grandson for a few minutes before realizing his mother would be beside herself soon. Lucius quietly called one of the elves to make sure Scorpius didn't make a break for it again and went to find his daughter-in-law. It took Lucius quite a while to find her as walking though portraits took a bit of skill. It was in the front hall that Lucius found Hermione.

The witch was frantic and almost spinning in a circle until a quiet cough sounded behind her. Spinning again, Hermione found herself faced with her father-in-law. "Lucius, I don't have time. Scorpius…". Hermione trailed off and began to turn again trying to figure out where her son could be. She hadn't been able to find him after finding Caeli on the top of the library bookcase.

"Mrs. Malfoy." No response and the witch was still turning. "Hermione." At the sound of her given name, Hermione stopped and looked to her father-in-law with a bit of suspicion. "Scorpius ended up in the study with me and he explained what happened before falling asleep. One of the elves is watching him while I came to find you." Hermione stood a bit shock and tilted her head to the side. The expression on her face was exactly the same one Scorpius had given him a bit earlier. "I suspect the amount of magic it took to lift Caeli to the top of the shelves drained his energy. He's perfectly fine. He couldn't figure out how to get her back down with magic so he had gone to get his broom. He was going to fly up and get her but you found her first." Lucius shrugged a little before continuing. "I'll be heading back unless you'd like me to wait until you've taken him. I felt it would be better if I found you instead of sending one of the elves."

Hermione only had a few experiences with Lucius Malfoy in her life and none of them could be classified as good. The man had made her husband's life hell and was directly responsible for the death of her mother-in-law. As Hermione stood looking at the picture, she was able to see her husband in the soft expression on the painting's face. "No Lucius you don't have to wait, go ahead and I'll be there shortly." The painting nodded and walked from the frame. When Hermione made her own way to Draco's study she saw Cvijet standing over Scorpius.

Hermione rested her hand on the young elf's shoulder. "I'll go ahead and take him to bed. Thank you for watching him." The elf smiled widely and popped away. After lifting Scorpius and feeling him snuggle into her, Hermione turned to the portrait. "Thank you again Lucius, maybe next time you're in a room and I walk in, you don't have to leave."

The portrait nodded and realized that everything could eventually be close to good again. Lucius turned his gaze back toward the windows and watched the trees gently swaying in the wind.