A/N- THIS IS IT, EVERYONE!

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LVMM: Epilogue

"So," Draco said, tearing a piece of meat off of his fresh chicken leg that Hermione had conjured for everyone. "Let me get this straight, alright? Lord Voldemort, now Tom Riddle, told you to send us all on this show out of sheer boredom and wanting to hook us up?"

Jeff nodded.

"And Cindy's a witch and you've known exactly who we were and what we were capable of this entire time?"

"That would be correct."

"And you had five hundred cameras, all of which caught every single moment of this entire thing?"

"Yep."

"And it's on television?"

"Uh-huh."

Draco shrugged and tossed the chicken on the ground. "Well, there goes my career!"

Hermione wrapped her arm around him. "Nah, I'm sure not everyone has seen it."

Everyone was down at the shore of the island, eating their fill, and relaxing. Ron had woken up from his blackout and was being scolded by an angry Pansy about how he had completely failed her as a boyfriend.

When they asked Luna how she and Blaise won, her eyes lit up. "It was the Forgaments, of course! I told you they existed. We were just sitting there…. And they appeared- and they had wings! They flew us up to the top." She said it all matter-of-factly.

When they looked to Blaise for confirmation of this story, he just gave them a mysterious look and shrugged.

"When will the plane be here?" Harry asked.

"About ten minutes," Cindy said.

"Great. I'm looking forward to the little peanut packets again."

Eventually, they boarded the plane. It was odd this time, thinking of how things had changed since they were on that plane. They were lining up in pairs this time.

Cindy and Jeff waved them goodbye, and Nat and Carl were filming their departure. Each of them had given a note with their last words about the show, and recorded themselves reading it to be played on the last episode of Survive That!'s first season.

It was emotional leaving the island, (for the women anyway). As Hermione looked out the small plane window at the palm trees that were rapidly shrinking into the distance, she sighed. "That was…. Certainly interesting."

"Yeah," agreed the tired, dirty, smelly, man next to her, sitting content with his hand over hers. "Interesting's the word."

-.-.-.

Two years later, Harry and Ginny would be having their wedding. She would wear a beautiful white dress with embroidered beads in the shape of small leaves around her waist in honor of their island experience.

Luna would make the shoes.

Carl would be hired to edit the wedding video, and footage from the show that brought them back together would be played at the reception, embarrassingly enough.

The ring she had been wearing for two years finally meant something that night.

-.-.-.

One year later, Pansy and Ron would have eloped. Blaise and Luna would generously give them half their winnings, which they would spend on a cruise to the Caribbean. What was left of the money Pansy would take and spent on shoes.

Just nine months after the cruise, the couple would be giving birth to their first babies, twins by the name of Dandelion Hope and Persimmon Destiny.

Ron would not have any say in the process of choosing the names.

-.-.-.

Two and a half years later, Cindy and Jeff would retire from the show. As an honor to the first victors of Survive That!, Blaise and Luna would be given an opportunity to host, which they gladly accepted….

"And here we are, in the arctic tundra!" the blonde woman would exclaim from inside a gigantic faux-fur-lined hoodie. Her fiancée would be beside her, preparing an igloo for the night. "The contestants are about to leave on their first expedition for food."

"Anything you'd like to say before they're off?" Blaise would ask.

She would wink at the shivering line of young adults. "Look for the Forgaments!"

With the eccentric new hosting, ratings would go through the roof.

-.-.-.

Just two weeks after the competition ended, Hermione would be returning for another day at work. The strange looks were finally dying down, and some even looked at her with more respect for what she had done.

On they way to her office, she was stopped by a skinny, quavering man. "Yes, Martin?"

"Excuse me, but Mr Malfoy would like to see you immediately. He claims it's urgent."

"What? But we just fixed the patent issues, what is it now?"

Martin cowered, and held out a slip of paper. "It's this."

Hermione grabbed it and read it over. A small smile crept onto her face. "Ah. Thank you, Martin, I'll be right there."

She changed course, and click-clacked her heels down the waxed floors to the elegant doors that read, on a golden nameplate, Draco Malfoy. She straightened her blouse and pulled at her skirt, then knocked.

"Come in."

She pushed the door open, and there he was, head cocked slightly to the left and eating grapes on his desk. He was a big grapes fan. "You got my message?"

She closed the door behind her. "It said the usual. But I don't think I'm quite up for… the usual."

He pouted. "But I have nothing to do until my three o'clock."

"But the couch is so small…"

Draco's face contorted into a mischievous grin and he pushed the papers on his desk aside. "Remember what I said about my custom-made desk…?"

Hermione shook her head. "No. We're not doing that."

He got up and walked to her, kissed her light and long, and picked her up. "Come on."

"No, what if someone walks in?" she whispered.

"No one's allowed in without knocking."

"Draco, I- mrrph!" He kissed her again and carried her over.

Two minutes later, ninety percent of the contents on Draco's desk were on the ground, and although Hermione would never admit it, it was very true- the desk was quite comfortable.

-.-.-.

Four years later, on the five-year anniversary of Survive That!, all the original contestants would be brought back for a short interview concerning how it was on the show and where they were now.

"I hate bugs. I hate mud. I hate the wilderness," Pansy would testify. "Also, I hate children. Scratch that, I hate raising children. They're cute, and I love 'em, but I can't stand the poop. Thank Mer- God for the nannies!"

Ron would follow up with two sentences. : "This show brought me the best and worst thing of my life- that woman. Also, I have to work weekend shifts to afford the damn nanny."

"The only thing better than being on the show is hosting it," Luna would say with a grin.

Blaise would be less enthusiastic about the matter: "It's great, I couldn't ask for a more fun job. But when the only opportunity you have to have sex with your wife is in the freezing snow or on the edge of a volcano… It takes away from the enjoyment of it all."

Harry and Ginny would do their interview together, as Harry wouldn't leave his newly pregnant wife's side. "I thank this show every day for bringing my wife and I back together," he would say. "Although the manner in which they did it was awfully uncomfortable."

"I can still taste those nasty bugs," Ginny would remark. "The way they squirmed…. Ugh."

Hermione would be trying to recount the adventures they had had five years ago, but would be interrupted by her own laughter, amused by the memories. "We were ridiculous back then. Simply ridiculous. But it had to have been one of the best experiences of my life. I mean, it got me that stupid kid." She would point at Draco.

Draco wouldn't have spoken a single word until this point. He was like a child with a secret, he could barely contain himself. "Can I tell them now?"

"Sure," she would say exasperatedly.

Draco would look straight at the camera, and smile. "Well, we decided we wanted to wait until these interviews to say this, but… we're getting married!"

And Ginny would scream, "Took you damn long enough!" And Ron would jokingly pretend to throw up, and Harry would just beam, remembering the time on the log years ago when she first admitted her love for that blond-haired man.

At home, Tom Riddle would be watching the whole episode with a large grin. After all, now he could finally show up at their wedding and take full credit for the couple's union.

Maybe he should start arranging other couples, he would think to himself. He was obviously terrific at it.

He could see it there, in mind's eye. A large building, with a sign that read: 'Lord Voldemort: Matchmaker'.

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A/N- AWWW OMIGOSH IT'S OVER :( I'm actually really sad….

In case you were wondering, Neville and Hannah ended up happy together. I just couldn't really fit them in anywhere.

So that's it, I hope you liked the "happily-ever-after" ending. This wasn't a drama fic, so I wanted a happy ending.

Looking back at when I started this story (nearly two years ago), I really can't believe how much has changed…. I'm fifteen now :D and in high school. I have had my first boyfriend (aww) and we're about to hit our one-year anniversary. I've lost two of my best friends, gained two awesome new ones (although I still need to get one to read HP), and my writing has evolved a lot as well. Enough about my personal life- I really want to thank ALL OF YOU who have stuck with me this whole time, half the time, even maybe from just last chapter. You're all amazing! I love you for your support and encouragement (: It has meant so much to me over the last two years.

Sooo… this ending is rather bittersweet, because I'm happy to announce my newest story, "The Inconvenient Spousal Arrangement" :D Go check it out if you'd like, and review for the sake of the end of this story (x

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