A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I haven't really been feeling this story as much as I'd hoped. I've decided to just make it a small story where you will just get to meet the kids and their houses and their friends. I'm not really going to elaborate. I want to move on to other Dramione pieces, but I feel tied down by this one. I love it so much, so it's hard to let go, especially since I have so many stories around it. But it is time to conclude it. So here is the last chapter that I will probably ever write on this Getting Married to the Enemy story line. I will move on to other works, probably some more cliche ones, but I also want to try out multiple styles, so watch out for those. This chapter is short and probably not my best work, but I want it out there for all of you, since it's been like a month since I updated. Thanks to all of you for everything!

Disclaimer: I would hate to steal from J.K.

Hermione looked up from her book and to the kitchen window. An owl was perched on the ledge, carrying a letter in its small beak.

Her eyes brightened and she leaped up from the couch and tried her best to run to the window, but it was hard because of her pregnancy.

"Draco!" she called to her husband, who rushed down the stairs.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Even though Hermione had already been through three pregnancies, Draco still worried terribly about her during them.

"Fine." Hermione smiled. "The letters, they're here."
Draco grinned and let the owl in, snatching the letters while Hermione gave the owl a treat.

"Want to bet on which houses they're in?" Draco asked mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Nah." Hermione said. "Let's just be satisfied and proud of whatever houses they are in."

"So you don't think they're in the same one?" Draco asked her.

"No, not really." Hermione told him. "They're really different, they always have been."

"I guess you're right." Draco said. "Let's open Declan's first. You know it's going to be shorter."

Hermione laughed as Draco opened Declan's letter.

"Dear Mum and Dad," Draco read. "I have been Sorted into the Gryffindor house. I am pretty happy to be here. A lot of friends are here, but Roselle will tell you all about that in her letter, I bet. Anyway, I'll try and send another letter soon. Love you. -Declan."

"Sounds like he's fine." Hermione said. "I'll read Roselle's now." She took it from Draco's hand and started to read. "Dear Mum and Dad, I miss you loads, but Hogwarts is real fun. I was nervous over nothing. I am writing this the night after Sorting, but you'll probably get it a few days later. I guess I should stop stalling now and tell you what house I'm in. I'm a Ravenclaw, and I hope that doesn't disappoint you because it's not one of your houses. You probably also want to know what houses everyone else is in. With me is the best housemates I could ask for, Shay and Corrine. The only other girl in Ravenclaw is named Faye. She's quite intelligent and seems very nice. As for the Gryffindors, the only ones we know are Declan, Toby and Conor. Sapphire is in Slytherin, like her mother, and Lilac is in Hufflepuff, like her mother. I really like it here so far. I can't wait to see you both for Mum's birthday, and tell everyone I say hello. I miss you. Love you. -Roselle." Hermione finished.

"Boy, our daughter writes long letters." Draco smiled.

"I can't believe she thinks we're disappointed in her." Hermione said. "I'm so proud of her. Of both of them."

"We'll reply immediately and tell them that then." Draco said.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded.

They replied with letters, telling them how proud they were of both of them.

Hermione, for one, wasn't too surprised with the results. She saw Declan as a Gryffindor. He always stood up for people, always protected Roselle, and was always a loyal friend. And Roselle, she was shy and introverted, calm and collected, intelligent and clever. Ravenclaw was her house. It made sense. She knew neither of her first two children would be in Slytherin, like their father.

At Hogwarts a few days later, Roselle received the note from her parents and a bright smile appeared on her face. She was happy to confirm that they weren't disappointed in her. She had been quite worried. To be honest, her parents had high expectations for her. They'd always expected her to be as intelligent as her mother, as funny and outgoing as her father, as brave as all her family and friends.

Hogwarts was a great experience for her so far. Classes were simple enough. Her housemates were very nice people, people she could relate to. She also saw Declan once a day in the library, where they studied together to make sure they didn't lose touch because of their houses.

One morning, Roselle woke to the sound of soft rain. The weather was quite unpredictable. She noticed that everyone else was sleeping in their beds with blue coverings and sheets. She tiptoed downstairs to the common room.

The common room was a bit like a cozier, smaller library. A bookshelf lined one wall with essential books, such as all the necessary textbooks, books all about Ravenclaw and its history, or just classics that were worth reading. Little chairs and couches were all about, and the windows of the circular room showed off the view of Hogwarts.

No one was up yet, so Roselle assumed it was early. She liked getting up early. The world was peaceful, and there seemed to be no problems in it, in her perspective.

Soon, a few fifth years came down and took a few books with them to breakfast. Students filed down and went to breakfast, as well. Shay was among them.

"I really don't understand how you can wake up so early." she said, linking her arm with Roselle's and leading her down the Great Hall. "You stay up reading so late."

"It's a gift." Roselle giggled.

"Well, you're lucky for it."

"Well, I think we're both lucky to be here."

"That's true. Hogwarts is so much more… magical than I imagined it."

"It does seem to have that magical quality, am I right?"

Shay laughed and they arrived at the Great Hall. They both waved to Declan, who waved back, sitting next to Toby and Conor.

The food at breakfast was good, as always, but Roselle missed her mum's cooking. Hermione made breakfast every morning she could.

Classes were easy for Roselle. Her parents had tried to teach her and Declan simple stuff from a young age. She knew quite a few spells, and while she couldn't execute them perfectly, she was pretty good at them.

At the end of the day, Roselle reflected on her new life, and decided that she liked it.

A/N: So that's all. Hope you like it. If you did, please review. And if you don't like Roselle's house, i'm sorry, but it's how I always saw her. That's how I pictured her life. THANKS TO ALL OF YOU AMAZING PEOPLE! You don't understand how much I appreciate you. 3