A/N: Hi again everyone! Here's the last part of Valentine's Rendez-Vous. I hope you all have enjoyed reading this, and will read some of my other stories too! Most importantly I want to thank you all for sticking with my thorugh out this story, and also for all the wonderful reviews.

Disclaimer: I didn't own Harry Potter when I started writing this story, sadly I still do not own it.

Epilogue - Draco's POV

I looked around anxiously, trying to find her wild main of hair. The great hall was crowed with people dueling, and it was obvious now that the Death Eaters were falling. I had already decided my alliance. I may have the dark mark on my arm, but I had no intentions of staying faithful to the Dark Lord. But I would remain loyal to my parents, and more importantly to Hermione. I searched frantically through the crowd of people gathered in the great hall, praying that she was alright. I peered into the centre of the hall and to my horror found her dueling my aunt. Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood were with her. My heart began to thump painfully in my chest. I gripped my wand tightly and shoved people aside trying to get closer to her. An angry scream distracted me from my mission.

"YOU BITCH!!!!!" I heard Mrs. Weasley bellow as she charged towards my aunt. I tried to get closer to Hermione again, as I saw her figure submerge into the crowd. My eyes were quickly drawn back to the two battles as my aunt's body hit the ground. All three of the Dark Lord's opponents flew backwards and he turned to address Mrs. Weasley. Just then a shield spell was cast protecting her prom his curse. Everyone looked around in confusion to find the caster of the spell. Potter appeared from his invisibility cloak in the middle of the hall. I stopped in my tracks and turned to watch.

This was it, the moment that would change everything. If Potter did not defeat the Dark Lord…I didn't want to think about that. I could easily make my way back into the Dark Lord's inner circle, but I would not. I could not. That would mean leaving Hermione, and that was no longer an option. It was hard to be optimistic watching the two men talk calmly while circling around the room, never taking their eyes off each other. I quickly decided on a backup plan, just in case. I would grab my parents, Hermione, Weasley and anyone else she wanted and we would go into hiding. We would have to split up; large groups were too easy to track. But Hermione would stay with me.

I focused in on the conversation when I heard my name. I tried to understand the context. Potter was now talking about wands, but what did I have to do with that? He had taken my wand, but I didn't understand the importance of that…not for him anyway. I was slightly awed by Potter's calm manner. But I knew his odds were not good, so he probably would win the battle. It always seemed, that when the odds were stacked against him he came out on top.

The talking stopped, and both men drew their wands. I watched intently as Voldemort's green spell collided with Potter's red one. Voldemort's spell rebounded and hit him directly in the chest. The hall was deadly silent as his body hit the ground. Then it erupted. I was pushed towards the centre of the hall, towards the boy who lived. Normally I would have fled from the crowd, but I knew exactly who would be with him. I tried to find her as I was continually pushed towards him. I watched all the euphoric faces around me, some pierced with sadness at the loss of loved ones. I smiled uncertainly, at Potter's victory, but I would not be fully happy until I was holding Hermione again.

Eventually the crowd thinned out, and I quickly disentangled myself from the crowd. I found my parents hovering at the edge of the hall, and hugged my mother tightly. She sniffled into my shoulder and my father patted my gently on the shoulder, then pried her off me. He nodded to the left and I looked quickly in that direction. It was her. I made my way to her quickly, but was soon blocked off by a group of Gryffindors. I looked at them uncertainly, recognizing Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas among the group.

"Where do you think you're going Malfoy?" One of them asked menacingly.

"Yeah, you filthy Death Eater!" Added another. They drew their wands threateningly. I pulled my replacement wand out hesitantly. I did not want to hurt one of Hermione's friends.

They noticed my hesitation. "Not so eager to fight, when your precious leader isn't here to fight. Are you? There's no other Death Eaters here to help you. Let's see how useless you are when you stand alone." They glared at me, and sized me up as an opponent. The odds were obviously in their favour. There were five of them, where as I was alone…or so I thought.

At that moment I felt something warm brush beside me, and my heart leapt at her very presence. "Who said he was alone?" Her delicate voice was cold, and I watched her glare them down. I grinned as the cowered away from her. They knew they were not match for her alone. But my odds improved. Ginny and Luna quickly backed her up. Ginny smiled knowingly at me. I grinned in response, as I grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her beside me. The naïve boys remained unwilling to let me off the hook. After a furious glare from Ginny, Ron joined my defense party with Neville. Neville nodded his head at me in acknowledgement and I returned the gesture, eager to please Hermione.

Ron surprised me by shaking my hand, and saying quietly "truce." I nodded, and we let go quickly. Hermione was beaming. I recognized another one of the boys in the group and realized the reason for his reluctance to let me go. He was one of the many victims of my aunt's cruelty. She had killed his parents before the war.

It seemed that being outnumbered wasn't enough for them. Luckily, the tension of our group was attracting attention. A moment later Potter joined us. He walked up to me, and to the boys' astonishment, and to mine, shook my hand. Then he pulled me slightly closer and whispered in my ear, "Your mom saved me out in the forest, so I think we're even. But if you hurt Hermione I will slaughter you."

"I don't think it will come to that," I replied, grateful for his approval. I was quite sure it was necessary to my relationship with Hermione. The boys backed off sheepishly at the sight of their savior. And the celebrations continued around us. Our group dispersed, giving Hermione and me some privacy. Time stopped, or at least it felt like it. We stared at each other for a moment, and then she threw her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist with such force that I lifted her right off the ground. She kissed me passionately.

Once she pulled back to catch her breath I set her back on the ground cautiously. She was about to protest when I cut her off. "I was wondering," I started carefully, "do you have any plans for next Valentine's Day?" She looked at me curiously, so I got down on one knee and continued. She added to my anxiety my letting out an audible gasp. "If you don't have plans, I wanted to know if you would marry me?" She didn't answer, but remained there with her mouth open.

I was suddenly very nervous. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. But I was so busy worrying one of us wouldn't make it through the war that I didn't consider her reaction. "I know I don't have a ring," I began uncertainly, "And I'm defiantly no Prince Charming," I added as an afterthought. She seemed to come to her senses now. Then she launched herself at me. I lost my balance and we both ended up sprawled on the floor. That didn't sway her though, she began kissing me fiercely. After several moments, I pulled back. "So, is that a yes?" She nodded eagerly, and I kissed her again. And over her shoulder I saw Harry and Ginny making out, normally that would make me gag. But Hermione had definitely changed me. Well, I guess I'm not the only one getting a happy ending.

The End