A/N - Sorry it has been so long since a promise of an epilogue. Well, here it is! Unfortunately I recently realised that I had misplaced or deleted a lot of my files/plans for this epilogue, so I apologise if it is anti-climatic, but these were the small pieces that I had found still lying around. I think it's still short and sweet though. With permission, I'm happy for anyone to write sequels or prequels to this and I'd enjoy seeing your take, if that's anyone's wish!

Again, many many thanks to the endless (430) reviews since the start, the 613 faves and 817 followers - I'm glad you've enjoyed reading this as much as I have had writing it! Couldn't have finished without you guys. So, without further ado, the epilogue!

Months had passed since their Bonding, and the magic from that intimate ceremony still bubbled in their veins.

Draco knew that Mate's became broody following the ceremony, but he hadn't quite expected the insistence that came from Hermione. It was animalistic magic from the Veela, he supposed, to ensure bloodline, but he didn't want that for the time being and he could tell that Hermione didn't either in between these hormonal instances. They had all the time in the world now that they were together to have a child - and, besides, Hermione was so busy distracting him of late that they had yet to complete her training.

Following the ceremony, Hermione acquired some of Draco's Veela powers. Not enough to make her anywhere near as magical as him or any other Veela, but still powers that no other witch or wizard normally had. Draco's Veela instincts, and advice from his father, made him aware that completion of training was an extremely important task to achieve - especially before having children as it had the potential to become life endangering. This training was primarily performed at Malfoy Manor, as it had been for all his ancestors, but was becoming so stagnant that Draco was considering some serious plans to get it moving along again. As enjoyable as he did find it, in his more primal times, he knew that this was not a phase that he - they - wanted to be stuck in for eternity and he knew that completing with training would help her to control this magic and they could move along. It wasn't that she wasn't bright - anyone would be simply dull to suggest otherwise - but the Bonding ceremony had changed them a lot as the days progressed.

Or, at least, once they left their bed long enough to start noticing their continuing lack of restraint.

He sent an Owl to his father, and anxiously awaited his reply. They had remedied their relationship a fair bit since the Bonding ceremony, and although he still didn't quite trust any males (this, rather ridiculously, included his father) to be involved with Hermione despite their promises to each other, he was desperate and could understand the benefits. Lucius, much to Draco and Narcissa's insistence, also attempted to rectify his relationship with Hermione and there was enough progress - although small - that he didn't think that it could end poorly and there would be absolute hell to pay if he heard or felt otherwise. He'd be monitoring from afar.

He smirked as he read the reply a few days later. He hoped that Lucius' teachings and his brief absence would be enough to rectify this naughty schoolgirl.

10 years later;

It was summer; their third one as a family, their third at Malfoy Manor.

Draco chased the two wonders of his life through their garden. He could hear little Titania's laughter ringing all around him - and even Hermione's, as she held her chubby little hand and squealed as he got closer. With a few long leaps, Draco snatched the blonde toddler up into his arms as she squealed and wriggled and cried in broken sentences for her mother to run away from the monster.

"Oh no, I'm getting her too!" Draco declared as he placed his daughter onto his back and started running after his wife. She began to run away again, faster this time, now that she didn't have to slow down so that Titania could keep up with her, now that she had mastered her increased agility following the Bonding Ceremony. Titania bounced up and down on Draco's back, giggling, the sound only growing when Draco quickly pulled Hermione into his arms, and spun around, making them dizzy.

Hermione protested that she was unfairly captured by him, due to his purer heritage making him faster than her, so, of course it was easy to catch her, but she didn't continue any further on her tirade when their lips joined. Their kiss didn't last long, however, since they were both aware of Titania being present in their company; she was desperately urging for them to resume playing with her, tugging on her father's hair from her position on his back. Pulling away from each other, they gave each other small, tired smiles that spoke of the dream that they both felt they were living and the breathless love that they felt every time they were together as a trio. Hermione was the first to break away, moving behind him to lift their daughter from his back and set her down on the grass, as Draco chastised her briefly for pulling hair. Titania, as always, didn't spend long listening to either of their reprimands, and easily forgot that she had wanted to be chased by her parents again, moving to chase a peacock – this one almost completely herbivore, and much safer to keep around a small child, than the previous monstrosities that had been a part of Malfoy Manor - that had captured her attention.

"Titania, darling. Be careful with those-" Hermione called, exasperated and moving to follow after her, but Draco grasped her arm and swung her back to him.

"She's perfectly fine," he said. "I think she's learnt her lesson by now."

"She terrorises those birds."

He brushed his lips against hers and stepped towards her, closing the space between them. "The House-Elves will make sure they have their peace," he murmured against her lips. They were always more than happy to take care of the youngest Malfoy when her parents were...busy . He continued to walk forward until she was pressed up against a nearby tree.

In between breaths, Hermione asked, "You're not thinking of taking me here, are you, Mr Malfoy? When our daughter is roaming the grounds."

Draco smirked and just started to kiss her neck, electing small gasps and moans. "That would be very wicked," he said, grinning. "I wouldn't dream of it." He released her from the tree and gave a quick scan of the grounds to see where their daughter was now. The House-Elves were keeping her safe from the peacocks, and he felt so blessed at how much the Manor had changed over the years. It was finally a place where he knew his daughter and his Mate would be safe and taken care of.

He looked back at Hermione and saw that she was also watching their daughter, hand unconsciously resting tenderly on her stomach. There was a small bump already forming.

"How is the youngest Malfoy?" Draco asked her, drawing her attention back to him.

"Oh," she said softly, smoothing a hand over her bump, "Scorpius is fine, keeping quiet." He smiled and joined his hand on hers.

They couldn't wait to meet him.

A/N - I may have a tiny little new (completely unrelated) Veela fic brewing recently, but I don't want to start posting it until I plan it a bit more so you may not see it for a while. This is just an advanced warning and to gather interest ;)