A/N: This is a bit of a mish-mash, because I suddenly realised there were about twenty films I wanted to cram into this. But I hope you enjoy the ending, and thank you all so much for coming along. Sorry about the delay!

Epilogue: Serendipity

22nd December 2013

When the Floo chimes Hermione ignores it. Draco's parents have taken Sagitta and Scorpius present-shopping and she's using the opportunity to try and ice the Christmas cake. Sagitta has requested, very firmly, that it be topped with an Antipodean Opaleye, and Hermione is up to her ears in glittering white fondant. She's utterly determined that this year she isn't going to break and call Molly in tears, begging for help, but it's looking like it could be a close-run thing.

"Get that, would you?" she calls to Draco, hoping that he'll hear the edge of panic in her voice, and she's rewarded a few moments later by the sound of Theo and Harry's voices echoing through the hall from the sitting room.

A few minutes later, just as she's putting the finishing touches to the cake, Harry's head appears around the kitchen door. "Am I allowed to be in here?" he asks, giving her a hopeful smile. Hermione sighs, and nods, letting her wand drop. The dragon, miraculously, stays upright, though its wings droop slightly.

"Wow!" Harry leans in to examine it. "This looks incredible, Hermione. Pansy gave up completely this year and just ordered one from Madam Puddifoot's."

"Clearly Pansy doesn't have to spend Christmas with Narcissa Malfoy," Hermione says wryly. "You really think it'll do?"

"I really do. I've never seen such a perfect icing pegasus."

Hermione jerks upright in horror. "It's supposed to be a -"

"I'm kidding!" Harry puts his hands up in mock-surrender. "Obviously I can tell it's a Peryton."

He laughs when Hermione hurls her apron at him, catching it easily and tossing it over the back of the chair. "Come and have some tea," he tells her, holding out a hand and practically dragging her through to the sitting room, where their elf, Coleporter (Hermione's suggestion that the creature look to great historical figures for inspiration in naming himself had had unforeseen results), has just finished laying out some cakes and finger sandwiches.

"Is Mistress finished in the kitchen now?" he asks tentatively.

"Yes," Hermione sinks gratefully onto the sofa. "I'd be really grateful if you could clean it up, but please don't touch the cake."

"Yes Mistress." The elf sweeps a bow, and disappears with a sharp crack!

"Mm." Draco sits down beside her, tucking an arm around her shoulders, and promptly licks her cheek. Hermione squirms and he laughs, tightening his hold on her. "You've got a little something - is that icing sugar?"

"Vile," Theo remarks, sipping his tea. "If the two of you could try and keep your hands off one another for more than ten seconds, Potter and I wanted to discuss something with you."

"I would like to make it very clear -" Harry shoots Theo a smirk "- that this was absolutely not my idea. That being said, I have been persuaded of its merits as a proposal, and am therefore willing to be co-"

"Potter," Draco sighs. "Let the man talk."

"You see, this is why you're my best friend in the world," Theo grins. "Anyway, I was thinking that the kids are old enough now for -"

Hermione sits bolt upright. "No way."

"But you didn't even know what I was going to -"

"We are not playing Lord of Misrule, Theodore Nott, I have enough children, thank you."

Theo answers her with an expression of pure delight. "Come on. It's always fun."

"It's always a disaster," Draco drawls, leaning back into the sofa and reaching for his copy of The Lancet. Theo and Hermione have argued every time he's wanted to reintroduce the spell, and she's always ended up losing. She'd hoped that the twelve days of revelry seven years ago, which had resulted in five pregnancies, had put an end to things, but apparently this was wishful thinking.

"Deterministic chaos is not disaster, my flaxen friend," Theo crows. "Come on! It's the holidays, we should put our trust in magic to deliver us to the best possible new year."

"I have enough chaos with two small children," Hermione huffs. "I hardly think that introducing ritual magic to the equation is a good -"

"The kids will love it," Harry says. "A different party every night? Just think! They'll be so tired by the end of it that you'll have peace until the end of January."

"Is that the argument you tried on Pansy?" Draco lowers his journal to smirk at Harry. "Because I can imagine the idea of being spared the unholy terror of Monty's energies for a month would be very effective."

"My son is not an unholy terror," Harry corrects him. "He is enthusiastic."

"He very enthusiastically spelled Sagitta's hair blue two weeks ago."

"Actually," Theo frowns, "I think that was probably Calix. He's having a blue phase at the moment."

"Can neither of you control your children?" Hermione asks helplessly.

"Free-range parenting," Theo shrugs. "It's all the rage to let your children express their magic as they choose these days, Granger. They've got to be who they are, you know, or haven't you read this month's Quibbler ?"

"I am not about to get into a parenting debate with you," Hermione says. "And certainly not on the basis of an article that Luna -"

"Actually we're thinking about applying for Ministry sponsorship for a nationwide study on the effects," Draco says thoughtfully, eyes still glued to whatever article it is that Healer Pye has recommended to him.

"What?!"

"Say what again," Theo smiles. "I dare you, I double -"

"Don't start." Hermione raises a warning finger. "And if the only reason you came over was to raise my blood pressure then -"

"Hey!" Theo makes a face of injured innocence, spreading his arms wide enough that he nearly knocks Harry's teacup out of his hand. "If I show up at your door, chances are you did something to bring me there."

"Merlin's beard, Theo, are you trying to -"

"What Theo is trying to communicate," Harry says, carefully setting down his teacup out of range of Theo's expressive body language before he places his hand on the other man's knee, "is that we thought we could reintroduce a film club element. Stuff the kids would like, of course, but -"

"I still think it's a terrible idea," Hermione says darkly.

"Yeah, well, you know, that's just like, your opinion, man." Theo gives a yelp when Hermione hits him with a light stinging hex, but it does nothing to shrink his smile, and Hermione scowls, hating feeling like a spoilsport.

"It's a notoriously unpredictable piece of magic, and I really don't think we should be exposing our children to it. Not to mention that you can't even know whether the spell's taken until stuff starts going haywire so -"

"So think of it as like a Schrodinger's cat-style, exciting mystery."

"That's hardly a persuasive -" Hermione pauses, blinking in confusion. "How do you know about Schrodinger's cat?"

"It's interesting." Theo shrugs. "I'm interested in things that are interesting."

Harry gives him an exasperated look. "Sometimes I'm interested in killing you."

"Put me in a box with some radioactive poison," Theo grins. "Keep the thrill alive."

"Mm," Draco hums, turning a page with every appearance of nonchalance. "Schrodinger's Twat."

Harry barks a laugh and Theo throws Draco a glare that goes unnoticed. "Right. Yes. Well, I think we're getting away from the point, which is that we need to work out when we're doing the spell -"

"We're not doing it!" Hermione yells. "I don't know how many times I have to say it!"

"Granger, I would hate to do it without your permission, but I am -"

"Guys," Harry interjects with a laugh, "Please, no fighting in the war room!"

"You promised." Hermione ignores him, slamming her hand down hard enough on the coffee table to make all three men jump at the noise. "You promised Draco you would never do it on your own again."

"Granger, you wound!" Theo places his hand over his heart. "As you well know, all I have in the world is my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one. So Harry, Pans and Daphne are all in, which I think you'll find means that -"

"They are?" Draco finally sets the magazine aside and sits up, sliding his hand around Hermione's hip and drawing her against his side. She groans.

"You want to do this, don't you?"

"Well," his breath tickles her ear when he turns to press a kiss to her jaw. "You have to admit, it's always been rather fun."

"Deterministic chaos," Theo nods. "Can we count you in?"

"Ugh." Hermione shakes her head. "If anyone dies, I want it on the record that I stated my objection -"

"Yes!" Theo leaps to his feet. "We're puttin' the band back together!"

"We're on a mission from God!" Harry yells, jumping up and kissing Theo soundly. "Better get home and tell the girls," he says when they both come up for air, tugging Theo towards the fireplace. "See you on the 25th!"

As soon as they've gone, Hermione drops her head into her hands, ignoring Draco's laughter next to her. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"I don't know about that," he says, pulling her hands down and lifting her chin. "I'd say it's got a pretty solid hit-rate."

Hermione leans into his touch, bumping her nose against his. "I like the Film Club idea, at least," she sighs. "Theo's right, the kids are old enough to -"

"Where. Is. My. Supersuit?" Draco interrupts her smiling, and Hermione takes the opportunity to nip lightly at his bottom lip.

"I hope your mango's ripe," she whispers, tilting her head. "Because we've got a couple of hours before the kids are home, so..."

Draco rolls his eyes, and presses her back into the sofa. "You are a strange and interesting woman," he breathes, right before he kisses her.

A/N: Thank you all for your patience, and um...Happy Easter? I guess? Much love, as ever. PS: points if you get all the film references in this last one. PPS: shout to jadepresley, who wanted Serendipity in here :)