Well, it was nice going on this journey. And now it's come to it conclusion. With a lot of weddings. Haha.

Thank you so much for ur reviews and support and see u in the sequel!!!!

I would've made him suffer but the white light was just coming too quickly. Harry would've loved to torture him, but he'd been dealing with him for seven years. Wouldn't you have just wanted to just have killed him already? Tired of the motherfucker?! Haha.

Gandalf the Grey-Eidelwiess: Umm...beautimous? Haha. I think that's how you spell it. Or bitchin' (in a good way haha).

But THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!! YAY!

And now for the conclusion of this story.

Epilogue

Weddings

That night, Harry and Hermione tucked Arabella into bed. "Goodnight, princess, I love you."

"Goodnight, sweetheart. Mummy loves you, too."

"Good night, Daddy, I love you, too. I love you, too, Mummy." She curled up into her bed, snuggled against Peter and fell asleep. The two parents watched for a minute and then left, shutting the door.

RIght when Harry closed the door, Hermione grabbed his shoulders and once again forcibly shoved her tongue down his throat, drawing her leg over his hip. He grabbed it and ran his hand up and down her underclad thigh, as she was wearing sexy sleep shorts for females , making her moan as she fucked his mouth with her tongue.

Harry pulled away again. "As much as I love this, I don't think Child Services are going to be happy when they hear two young, teenage parents fucked on her door."

Hermione smiled and nodded agreeing. "Your room?" she lifted her eyebrow and they ran to his room.

When they got inside, she grabbed his shoulders again and hiked her leg on his hip, like how she was. She felt his excitement on her inner thigh. She grinned into his mouth. Then by his shoulders, she grabbed him from the wall, turned him, and threw him on the bed. Hard.

He just watched, hungry, as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off seductively, baring her breasts. He smiled and they got it on.

They lay on Harry's bed panting, both naked. Both on either side of the bed, looking up at the ceiling on their backs. "Oh, my God!" Hermione moaned. Both of them were coated with sweat.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Oh, I missed that!" she exclaimed looking at him.

He looked back. "Yeah." He leant over and kissed her lips. She felt it again on her thigh. "Oh, no, not again." She laughed.

"Oh, yes," he said huskily.

And they were joined together for the third time.

They had remembered to put some clothes on before they went to sleep, for fear of Arabella coming in the next morning. Which she did, she woke them up at seven in the morning. Harry was spooning Hermione, keeping her warm.

She opened the door and launched herself onto the bed. "Good morning!" she cried grinning like the sun.

They woke up and looked at her. Hermione stretched and Harry took this opportunity to tickle her. She chuckled and he kissed her, happy that they were together now.

Then he grabbed Arabella and pulled her roughly to him. She wasn't hurt though. And tickled her mercilessly. She laughed so hard her gut was hurting. "Daddy...Daddy...stop! Help me, Mummy!"

It was just like Hermione's fantasy, minus the other two children. She tickled her along with Harry, making the two year old laugh harder.

After breakfast, Arabella couldn't wait to show her Daddy all of the things she learned. She grabbed his hand and showed him how she knew to count, color. How she knew her colors, and how to read and write. He smiled when he saw that she was left-handed. 'How very rare' he thought to himself. Her favorite, though, was the piano.

Harry dropped his jaw as his daughter played "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" perfectly.

"How long was I gone?" he asked Hermione incredulously.

Hermione chuckled. "She learned this in a few months." Then she went to the grand piano and began to play Pachelbel Canon in D. He sat down next to her on the seat and stared at her with his jaw slightly opened. She never once looked at him, though.

He smiled at her playing.

"How-" he began when she finished.

She cut him off. "I've been playing since I was ten."

"That was beautiful! You're beautiful!" He kissed her again and she played "When the Saints Go Marching In" making them all laugh.

They had went to see the Grangers and announced their engagement. This was a week later, right after Harry went to his vault to get his mother's engagement ring. It fit Hermione perfectly. Of course, the parents were thrilled their baby was getting married.

And of course, the Granger patriarch had to say his father speech to Harry. That if he hurt Hermione, he was going to hunt him down...and kick his ass. Harry, frightened nodded.

"I promise, sir. I will never hurt her. I can't hurt her," he said truthfully.

They began planning the wedding. It was going to be small. Just family and friends. Meanwhile, they got an invitation to Remus and Tonks' wedding. They were the maid of honor and best man.

It was a beautiful ceremony at the beach in Pembrokeshire, Wales; by Shell Cottage, which was where their summer home was going to be. The reception was amazing. Arabella loved the red velvet cake and stuffed herself almost sick with it. But she stopped when her mother gave her that look.

Harry and Hermione slow-danced for the first time together. And Hermione had to wipe a tear when Harry took Arabella in his arms for the father-daughter dance. Then Jacob asked her to dance and she accepted.

It was a perfect night. And it wasn't even their wedding!

Their wedding was going to be postponed until next summer. They were waiting for Luna to finish school, since she was the maid of honor. But what shocked them was that they were getting married as well next summer. Along with Will Stratford and Serena Larson. It was going to be a summer of weddings.

Soon, Harry's eighteenth birthday came. He got something real special from Hermione that night. And so did Hermione on her eighteenth. On Halloween, they went to the cemetery and laid a bouquet of lilies and a wreath of wooden sticks for Lily and James Potter. And that night was Arabella's first real Halloween Trick-or-Treating. Arabella was dressed up as a teddy bear. They thought she was freaking cute. Harry and Hermione refused to dress up. Arabella did not like that idea.

"Come on, Mummy, Daddy, it's my first Halloween! You have to dress up!" she said to them. "If you don't pick something out, I will!" she giggled almost evilly running around the costume store. "Oooh," she said cutely as she found the perfect thing for her Daddy.

"Oh, no," he said. "No way."

"Yes," she said smiling.

Harry did not like being dressed up as Frankenstein. The things on his neck were killing him. He looked dead. Hermione just laughed at the green make-up on him. She was dressed up as a fairy. She was a beautiful fairy. Although, she didn't bring the plastic wand as Harry had both of theirs in his pockets.

They took her trick-or-treating. Everyone thought she was cute. And they met a few people along the way. Like the Perkins'. And the Handlers'. They all were young families as well, with children around Arabella's age.

Arabella's third birthday came up. Harry had given her a tricycle and taught her how to ride it.

"Step one: tricycle. Step two: broomstick," he told Hermione with a smile as the were watching her put pedal to the metal around the lion fountain, laughing all the way. It was December and cold, but perfect weather to be outside.

Hermione turned to Harry with her hands on her hips and gave him a stern look. Harry just stared straight until he busted out laughing, bringing Hermione with him. "No, you will not, Harry Potter!"

He tackled her and they landed in the snow, rolling around and kissing. And then plop!

"HARRY! You're dead!" He had balled up a snowball and smashed it on her head, filling her with coldness. She wrestled him to the ground, so that she was on top now and punched him lightly. He blocked them all laughing.

Christmas was a lovely affair. It was Harry and Hermione's first being a couple. Arabella loved all of the gifts she had gotten, but what she loved more was being with her family. Her grandparents were there, Sirius, who had recently been cleared of his name; Remus, and Tonks, who were expecting; and Neville and Luna.

Arabella was so cute in her black Christmas dress. She giggled when she had gotten her parents under the mistletoe.

Nothing really happened until the summer, except the birth of Theodore "Teddy" Lupin. He was the cutest little thing they had ever seen. He had brown hair and blue eyes. But they weren't exactly sure about those things because he woould change the colors a lot. Then the Neville and Luna got married, then Will and Serena. And Harry and Hermione's wedding came last in July. Right before Harry's birthday.

Arabella was the flower girl. Neville was best man, while Luna was maid of honor.

Of course, Harry couldn't dance for the mother-son dance, so Charlotte offered, putting Harry almost in tears. "But-"

"No buts, Harry, you're my son now!" She grabbed his hand and led him to the dancefloor. He blushed a bit and laughed it off for a second, happy to be dancing with his mother-in-law.

Hermione danced with her dad for the father-daughter dance, while Harry danced with Arabella.

That night, they said "goodbye" to Arabella as they went on their honeymoon to Shell Cottage, given to them for two weeks by Remus and Tonks. Arabella was sad to see them leave. She was going to stay with Grammy and Gramps for a while. She hugged them tight.

"I'm gonna miss you, Mummy, Daddy," she said cutely. "Can I come with you?"

They widened their eyes. "No! No, you can't. I'm sorry. Go with Grammy and Gramps. We'll be back soon. We promise," Hermione said and kissed her forehead. "Goodbye, Arabella. I love you."

"I love you, too, princess," Harry said.

"I love you, too," she said smiling for them and letting them go.

The newlyweds were gone, leaving their offspring for the first time together.

They arrived at Shell Cottage and Harry carried her through the threshold, making them laugh. He set her on the bed and brought in the bags. He shut the door and she went to the bathroom after grabbing something from her bag.

Harry got ready and in the bed. 'This is going to be awesome,' he thought to himself. His jaw dropped as Hermione came out of the bathroom in an emerald-green lingerie and high heels. Her brown hair was down onto her shoulders in curls. Harry immetiately had an erection and the night was young.

Two months later, Hermione got a sense of deja vu. She was in the bathroom, looking at herself. Older, more mature than she used to be. She was married with a child. At eighteen, almost nineteen. So much has happened since that night four, almost five years ago. She got pregnant, lost trust in someone she deeply trusted, gained two best friends, had a beautiful baby girl, taught her everything and more, raised a prodigy, lost the one she loved for two minutes, fell even more madly in love, got married, and now-

It beeped and she looked at it.

Instead of crying this time she smiled at the word. She was prepared this time. And happy that she could be happy looking at this word for the first time.

She read the word out loud,

"Positive."

THE END

I loved that ending!!! It's been killing me to get it out! Omg! Haha.

Well, Ima get started on the sequel. It's going to be one-word title, just the way I like it. Its going to show the newly married couple, Hermione preggers again. Arabella is going to start preschool and get her first friend. And this is just the first chapter! Or maybe. Haha.

Maybe its going to be called "Growth". Idk. I need rly good ideas. Maybe like "Adding". Like they're adding onto their family. Or maybe even "Family". Haha.

Anyway, its sad to see my baby finished. :( I can't believe I finished my first story.

And 4 posts in one day. Shit! Haha.

Well, pleez review!

Hope you enjoyed it!

DREWHHR