EPILOGUE

"Gryffindor."

"Slytherin."

"Gryff-in-dor."

"Sly-ther-in."

Hermione and Draco Malfoy argued in their sunny kitchen. The couple fought over a creamy white envelope while a small brown owl sat on their windowsill, watching them with interest.

"She's going to be in Gryffindor, she's got my loyalty!" Hermione cried, yanking the envelope out of Draco's reach.

"Ah, but she has my ambition, which makes her a Slytherin," Draco said, and began to tickle Hermione until she let go of the envelope, laughing, and clenching her arms around herself.

Draco grinned and picked the envelope off the floor before Hermione could reach it. He tore it open and scanned the letter. His jaw dropped.

"What? What?!" Hermione cried, and stole the letter. She looked at it hurriedly before a single word jumped out at her.

"Ravenclaw?" she said in disbelief.

Draco grinned. "Well, she does have her mother's intelligence."

"And her father's wit," Hermione grinned back.

"This is so odd!" Draco exclaimed.

"Well, could be worse," he said nonchalantly, "she could've been put in Hufflepuff."

Hermione snorted. "Ravenclaw is much more prestigious." She put their daughter's letter on the counter top, and pulled her husband into a kiss.

A/N: So that's it! I hope you guys liked this little story, feel free to read my other ones! ^_^