Alas, we have reached the last drabble. Thank-you readers & reviewers so, so much for coming along with me for the ride :) I'm glad I was able to make a story you enjoyed!

In this drabble, Astoria is 60, and Draco is 62 (Yes, old people! :3). It makes reference to some previous drabbles in this series...wonder if you can notice them all?

Review? :)

-Jackie

Moments Remembered
An Astoria/Draco Drabble series

#30 – Stormier

"Can you believe it, Draco?" A silver-haired Astoria asked, laying down the book she had been reading.

"Believe what?" Her husband asked over his shoulder as he finished some correspondence for the ministry. He rarely went into London anymore, seeing as how he preferred to work at home in his late age.

"Forty-nine years ago on this day I was boarding the Hogwarts Express for the first time." Draco stilled his scratching quill and thought briefly, licking his dry lips.

"That would make it fifty-one for me," he replied, sealing one final envelope and tying it to the waiting ministry owl's foot. Astoria shook her head in wonder as she realized just how long it had been since she was that short little girl with bright Sapphire blue eyes and dark curls, excited about being sorted into her Hogwarts house and beginning to learn magic. Today her first grandson would be experiencing the same. Draco left the writing desk and joined his wife on the couch, surprised when he felt her soft hand take his as she always had when they were younger.

"About five decades for each of us," Astoria mused. "I remember how badly I wanted to bring my cat, but my parents insisted I take an owl."

"It was probably due to your horrible taste in cats; remember that fiery-orange beast we owned for years because of you?" Draco smirked as his wife gave him an annoyed look.

"Oh stop it! You know you loved Apollo just as much as I did." Draco shook his head but his expression revealed the truth. "I remember the first time I saw you," she recalled, changing the subject.

"Devilishly handsome, wasn't I?"

"Hah, hardly; I thought you were a snob," she cut with a smile. Draco snorted.

"Well I thought you were just an insufferable little know-it-all."

"I was right."

"So was I," he countered. Astoria rubbed her thumb against his hand, shaking her head at their constant banter.

"I did come to think you were very handsome, mostly while I was a third year," she admitted.

"I knew you wanted me that year," he boasted. "That's why I always took the liberty of annoying you any chance I could."

"Me want you? You're being completely unfair. Don't think I never figured out that it was you who sent me that rose about Hogsmeade," Astoria recovered with a cocky sideways look. Draco scoffed at her comment.

"So I sent you one anonymous rose; that doesn't make-up for the lifetime you spent staring me down every time we had study hall together."

"Of which you did the same to me," she defended as a blush spread across her powdered cheeks. "You're being awfully one-sided with your memories."

"Well it's rather hard to show both sides, seeing as how I'm only one person," he smoothly avoided.

"And you call me insufferable. I remember how you drove me crazy the night of Daphne's sixteenth birthday; you even made fun of my dress." Draco had to think for a moment before he remembered.

"Was that when you wore that hideous purple thing?"

"Oh stop it!"

"I thought you looked lovely," he said honestly, kissing her forehead. "You were just too much fun to annoy; it was very easy to do, and you looked so attractive when you were angry at me," he explained with a smirk.

"It was completely maddening; I liked you, but all you did was continually aggravate me every chance you got. For the longest time I wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss you or punch you." Astoria settled into his arms so that he was holding her as they faced the fireplace.

"You came around eventually; don't forget that it was you who first said 'I love you' in our relationship."

"Oh I remember; you weren't even paying attention when I said it," the old woman recalled with a small laugh.

"Well I did have very serious matters to think about then. After you said that I…I wasn't sure I wanted a girlfriend who loved me then," he admitted somberly. Astoria nodded her head as she watched the flames in the fireplace crackle and shimmer.

"I thought about leaving you after you showed me your mark…for some reason, though, I just couldn't let you go," she whispered softly. Silence stretched between them for a while, the low rumble of an approaching storm oddly comforting as they held each other.

Astoria's mind roamed over their past marriage, thinking of the many ups and downs they'd had along with countless laughs and several tears. They'd argued a lot, yes, but none of that compared to the joy of raising their son Scorpius together and finally watching him get married. She remembered the first (and only) time she rode a broom when she'd been clutching to his back for dear life, how she used to lay like this in his arms and plan their future, and the night of his thirtieth birthday when they'd danced alone in the moonlight…she would miss him dearly when his time came.

"I'm glad you didn't," Draco said after a long silence. Rain had begun to patter against the glass windows and the room was dark save for the fire.

"What?" Astoria asked softly; her reverie had made her forget what she'd last been talking about. Her husband brushed his thumb along her marriage band a few times.

"That you stayed with me…and that we took a chance and married while we were young," he said into her hair. She still smelled of rose petals even after all these years.

"I am too…" The pounding rainstorm was soothing to listen to in the quiet; both of them closed their eyes and enjoyed it, Draco's slow breathing the only noise Astoria heard other than the water plinking against the window. She let her sleepy mind lull once again into the peaceful reverie of the past. With a small smile she recalled the first time she'd kissed Draco in the rain and all the times since.

"Here's to many more," Astoria thought, snuggling closer against her husband's chest; he was already fast asleep. Their relationship had been stormier than expected, but that's what had made it all worth their while in the end.

They had shared many moments together, and they would always be remembered.

And in case you're worried, no, they're not dead. I can be mean, but I wouldn't kill them off at the end of the series! They're just taking a cute old people nap :3

So thanks to everybody who gave me suggestions on how I can make up my absence! I came to my decision after thinking about an idea Reciprocal sent me. I've decided that I will be taking on a 100 Prompts Challenge (yes, 100! However, it may not be updated every day seeing as how I'll be very busy later this summer). Each drabble will be done using a reader's choice prompt from a list along with the pairing of their choice. For more information, check out the first drabble in the story called Quill Scratches.

Once again, thank-you for reading!

-Jackie :)