A/N: For now, I believe this is the end. Truly. We shall see though. I'm starting to write (by hand!) another story, and I don't know when I'll post it, but so far I like it. Might be long, with short chapters, or short random chapters, don't know yet. We'll see.

Hope you enjoy!!

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"Wifey," he whispered in her ear. She groaned and swatted her hand, narrowly missing his face. "Two days into marriage and you're already abusing your husband?"

"Sleep," she groaned again, trying to bury her head further into the pillow.

He chuckled and traced his fingers down her arm, "Nope, you have that interview today and then you're coming in to the shop, right?"

She groaned louder and George chuckled again as it was muffled through the pillow. She rolled over and rubbed her eyes, "Why are we not on our honeymoon?"

George sat up and grabbed her arms, pulling her up too, "Because Fred and Ramona went to France with baby Chuck to visit Mona's cousin and check on the store because you said we'd go to New Zealand when they got back in two weeks."

She opened an eye and shrugged her shoulders, "Oh, right."

He pulled her up further, "Come on, wife."

"But hubby!" She pulled him back towards her, "You didn't give your wife a proper 'Good morning'." She smirked and pressed her lips to his softly and pulled away slowly, still smirking.

He growled, making her laugh as he pushed her gently back down on their bed. "You, Mrs. Weasley are impossible."

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," she laughed before he lowered his lips to meet hers.

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"Mrs. – sorry what surname are you going by now?"

Ella smiled at the young woman sitting across from her and settled back into the leather chair, glancing at the photographer pacing up and down the hallway on the other side of the open door. "Legally I'm Ella Wilson Weasley, but please, just call me Ella."

The blonde smiled, her fingers wrapped tightly around her Muggle pen. "You've had quite an exciting life."

Ella shrugged, "Sure, I suppose."

The woman cocked and eyebrow and looked at her thick pad, "One half of the infamous Resigning Hogwarts Heads, youngest member of the famous MacQuarie expedition, Australia's best Dragon Keeper, England's Dragon Whisperer, Organizer of the –"

"Sorry," she laughed nervously, "What was that last one?"

"England's Dragon Whisperer?"

"Yes, yes, that one. What does that one, uh, refer to?" She chuckled nervously shifting in her seat and tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Ah, well I'm very good friends with Mr. Potter, being his reporter of choice of course for nearly every article concerning him, no matter the publication and he phoned me last night – yes, I have a Muggle phone – and told me that he was – quote, tired of no one knowing the truth, she deserves to be awarded an Order of Merlin for her contribution to the War Effort. Without her dragons we would still very well be fighting. Now that she is married, has healed from her tremendous injuries, etc. it's high time everyone knew the truth – unquote."

Ella's mouth dropped, "Merlin," she sat back in her seat, "did, did Potter tell anyone else yet?"

Norah Graham, the most popular and well respected reporter smiled, "Yes, actually, he did. Since the Minister of Magic was already aware they mutually decided to award you the Order of Merlin," she glanced at her pad, "in two Saturdays."

She dropped her head in her hands and despite her flurry of emotions, started to laugh, "I should have known," she continued to laugh for a few moments before coughing and sitting up straight. "Sorry, Ms. Graham can we leave that whole bit out about me losing self-control and start over?"

Norah smiled, "I wasn't aware we had started."

"Ah, this is why Potter likes you the best," she paused, "good morning, Ms. Graham."

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Ella opened the door to their flat one night a week later and sighed as the smell of food met her. Chief got up slowly from his rug and met her at the door as she set her bag down. "Hullo, boy." He followed her into the kitchen where George was cooking something on the stove, "Letter from Charlie and Maggie, saying they are more than pleased to attend your ceremony," he grinned as he kissed her on the forehead, "and how was your day with your mother and Bella?"

Ella groaned, "She likes to be called Isabella, remember?" She laughed, swiping his wine glass off the counter and taking a sip, "She was unbearable, made me try on all sorts of dresses, Merlin, I don't know why she wants me to be her only bridesmaid."

George laughed, "Because you're her sister-in-law and she has no other friends."

"But John loves her, not sure why or how, but," she stopped as she watched George dish the pasta into two bowls.

"We're eating on the couch, come on, grab the bottle of wine, we're reading your article."

Ella groaned, "Oh, Merlin, it came out today?" She groaned again, louder this time as George threw the magazine at her as he sat down. "They put me on the cover?" she asked in distress.

George smiled, pulling her next to him, "Of course, you're some all important witch now, and you're more attractive than that other bloke who's being honored in a few weeks…" he trailed off, shoving a forkful of pasta in his mouth, "Here, here, this is my favorite bit," he flipped open the magazine so Ella would stop staring at the cover in disgust, "Ahem," he coughed. "Ms. Wilson, recently Weasley, is very embarrassed when this reporter reads off her accomplishments and tries to brush them off as 'not that exciting, really'. This reporter thinks otherwise. The public may already be aware of most of Ella's credentials, but some may come as a surprise: youngest member (when she was still in school) of the Ecuador expedition that was led by her older brother, John Wilson, Head Girl who infamously resigned during the Hogwarts-Umbridge scandal, youngest member of the famous MacQuarie expedition that had led to multiple discoveries not only to Australia's wizarding and Muggle history but also to the science of Ancient Ruins, Australia's greatest Dragon Keeper and their resident griffin and chimera expert, England's Dragon Whisperer, Organizer and Patron of the Wilson Magical Creature Facility at the Romanian Dragon Reserve, Survivor of the infamous 'Loose Vipertooth Incident', most sought-after Ruins expert for numerous European expeditions, all of which have been published, Board Member and Senior Consultant for the Romanian Dragon Reserve, Senior Creative Consultant and Vice-President of the Wilson-Philips Enlightening Larks, wife of infamous prankster and savvy businessman George Weasley and now newest honoree of the Order of Merlin. And Ella is not even 25."

George grinned at his wife and kissed her cheek, "Don't worry, she discusses me in some detail later on, I like this Graham woman."

Ella laughed and hit George's arm, "What other ridiculous things does she mention?"

"Well, she interviewed Charlie of course, Hermione about how she'll do with your Head Girl resignation in her book, she talks about our upcoming honeymoon and work-vacation, and your upcoming books."

Ella nodded. "Wait, books? As in plural?"

George nodded, skimming through the pages looking for the passage. He paused however, "Did she really ask you about your dragons?"

She looked up at his eyes and saw how concerned he looked, and her heart twisted. Being married hadn't changed George at all: he was still just as worried about her, loved her just as much. She tried to smile, "Yea, but it's all right. Didn't press it too much."

George nodded, not wanting to mention to his wife how Graham had used words like, "tensed up" "tried not to tear" and "obviously distressed" when she was talking about the repercussions of her injuries. "Ah, here it is," he said, trying to lighten the mood, "right after you told her you wanted kids right away."

Ella's fork stopped midway to her mouth, "What! I said nothing of the sort!"

George laughed, "Kidding! No, here it is, 'Aside from her upcoming book about Ruins in the Pacific Islands, Wizarding Publishing House is currently in talks for the rights to a book about the young woman's life as a Muggle-born, Head Girl –"

"What?"

George grinned, "Oh, right, that was the other mail that came for you today," he said lazily, pointing towards the desk on the far side of the room.

Ella shook her head, taking a sip of her wine, "Utterly absurd! Who would want to read such a thing?"

George shrugged, still smiling, "Not sure, but I know what you could call it, since it would obviously heavily feature me!"

"Oh, really," she said, putting down her bowl of pasta and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, of course. The Prefect and the Prankster: The Story of Ella Wilson Weasley" he paused as she laughed, "or! Or! The Prefect Who Loved Dragons and Redheads! Or! Or! Maroon and Red: To Clash or Not to Clash! Or –"

Ella pressed her lips against his, pushing him back on to the couch, "Shut it, Weasley."

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