Without further ado, the Epilogue! AN will be posted at the end for those who actually want to read it. Love, Bunny

»Honey, I'm home! «

The melodic voice of Ginevra Weasley rang right up to the study her girlfriend was holed up in, bouncing off the vibrantly painted walls of their cosy little house.

"I'm upstairs!" Hermione yelled in return, going back to the long scroll she was perusing. The thing was ancient and written by someone who had really, really tiny handwriting. Besides, the sheer stupidity of its contents was giving her a nasty headache.

Ginny dragged her ass up the stairs, still in full Quidditch gear, leaning through the doorframe but not stepping inside, aware of Hermione's no-Quidditch-in-my-study policy.

"Mi-o-neee, it's a Sunday... When will you take time for yourself if not today?" she asked in an exaggerated whiny voice. The brunette didn't even avert her gaze from the parchment as she waved her off.

"Oh, come off it, Ginny. You know just as well as I how important this one is..." she replied, not even bothering to look up from the scroll. The addressed woman sighed and turned on her heel.

"Fine, keep on doing your thing... I'm hopping into the shower and then I'll get started on the food." Stomping down the stairs back to the first floor, she threw off her gear in a huff and turned the water up to a steaming temperature before disappearing under it.

Ginny was combing out her long auburn hair, still dripping from her shower, when slender hands wrapped themselves around her middle and pulled her back flush to another soft body.

"I'm sorry, babe, you know I am, right?"

Butterfly kisses were peppered all over her exposed shoulder, trailing up to her neck. Ginny continued on like nothing was happening, only a tilt of her head to allow for better access and a soft sigh escaping her lips giving away that she didn't mind this development one bit.

"I get frustrated, you see..." Hermione continued, sliding her hands from their previous position down her lover's smooth legs, dragging back up the sensitive inner thighs with her short nails.

Ginny's answering sigh was louder this time and Hermione smiled into her skin before sucking with a bit more force and leaving a lovely little mark.

"I don't mean to vent on you, but those laws are just so, so backwards..."

Her hands slid higher again, to the hem of the towel that was wrapped about Ginny's toned body, tugging on it so it fell to the floor.

"Will you let me make it up to you?" she asked in a low, purring tone, licking the sensitive shell of her ear. It caused the redhead to shiver in delight and finally put down the comb, turning to face Hermione.

"I'm not entirely convinced yet, babe... I think it'll take some more persuasion."

Their grins were matching and Ginny hungrily pulled her girlfriend closer, merging their lips with passionate touches of skin. While she was focused on conquering her mouth, Hermione exploited her lack of focus on anything else, her hands sliding down and around to cup her firm ass, one of them slipping even lower to tease her lover's already wet heat.

That certainly got her attention and she gasped, pulling away with pure lust burning in her dark eyes.

In a few well-practiced tugs, Hermione's t-shirt landed on the floor and her sweats followed suit, leaving her standing there in nothing but her simple white cotton knickers. She, of course, didn't mind in the slightest and pushed her girlfriend out of the bathroom and into their bedroom.

Ginny landed on the bottom and that suited her girlfriend just fine, since she wanted to please her lover first anyway.

Her hot kisses travelled quickly from her mouth to her inviting breasts, giving special attention to the rosy peaks that stood at attention, sucking on them and rolling them between her teeth.

Soon enough, though, she was moving lower, dipping her tongue in Ginny's lovely little belly button and pressing her hips down with a hand on her navel as she licked the first hot stroke through her drenched lower lips.

They fell into a well-known rhythm and Ginny was fast approaching her peak, spurred on by her lover's practiced tongue and fingers, undulating her hips and begging for sweet release in gasping moans.

When she came, Hermione eagerly licked her up, making the redhead cry out at the stimulation of her hypersensitive pussy.

Before long, Ginny had regained her composure and was busy returning the favour to Hermione, teasing her sensitive g-spot with curls of her fingers and sucking on her exposed skin until she finally couldn't take it anymore.

They were lying on the bed, breathing heavily and feeling extremely sated when the doorbell rang and roused them from their orgasmic haze.

"Oh FUCK!"

The colourful profanity escaped Ginny's mouth, but both were certainly thinking it. Hermione was up in a split second, hurryingly tugging on her sweatpants commando style, her panties having been thrown who knew where earlier.

The T-shirt followed suit and she was already rushing down the stairs while her girlfriend had only just gotten up from the bed.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the floor-length mirror beside the front door and noted that she looked well fucked, but there was no time to fix that. She unlocked the door with an apologetic grin.

The duo standing in front of said door took one look at her and identical smirks of recognition popped up on their faces.

"I was... Um, sleeping?" she tried, but to no avail. Stepping aside to let the couple in, she bowed her head to hide her reddened cheeks, half from embarrassment, half still from her earlier activities.

"Oh honey, no one can hold it against you if you have yourself an afternoon delight every once in a while," the tall blond grinned back at her, hanging up his and his lover's coats.

Blaise suddenly raised his head and sniffed the air like some kind of dog, frowning at their hostess. "Why can't I smell your girlfriend's wonderful cooking?"

As if on cue, said girlfriend came down the stairs in all her domestic glory, sporting leggings, an old t-shirt and a low ponytail.

"Well, we got caught up in some rather engaging activities, if you know what I mean," she winked suggestively at her friend, making a rather crude gesture with two fingers and her tongue and making the dark skinned man chuckle.

"God, you're so immature," Hermione rolled her eyes at the two of them, though a smile was tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Come Draco, we should leave the kids to play," she took him by the crook of his elbow and led him into their common room. The blond situated himself comfortably on the sofa while she fetched them two wine glasses and took a bottle of white from the fridge. She held it up for him to inspect and when he consented with a nod, she poured them both a glass.

"So tell me... How did the negotiations in Korea go?" she implored as she took her seat next to him.

Tinkling laughter could be heard from the hall where Blaise had just finished telling a story from Quidditch practice.

"So you mean to tell me things like that keep happening even in the pro world?" He chuckled and gave her an incredulous look.

"Are you serious? If anything, they're even more frequent! I mean, of course you get more sore losers if they're trying out for the Tornadoes. I can understand of course, why no one would be particularly disappointed if they don't manage to sign with the Harp-"

He promptly received an elbow to the stomach from a smiling Ginny.

"So that's what the mediocre teams tell themselves..."

The doorbell rang for the second time that day then and the redhead unlocked it to let in a winded couple.

"Did you guys run here? You look awfully breathless..."

"Yes, in fact Hermione looked much the same some five minutes ago," Blaise chimed in over her shoulder looking the dark haired couple over with suspicious eyes.

Harry had the decency to blush and suddenly look very interested in their potted plant while Pansy broke out in a shit-eating grin. "I may have pounced on him when we were already almost at the door..." Ginny grinned right back at her and 'Accio'ed her a pair of slippers for her notoriously sensitive feet. "Who doesn't love a quickie, right?"

Harry, who was still fully clothed and pretending to be oblivious to their conversation, blushed even harder.

"Honestly, Potter, you're dating the biggest sex freak I know and yet you blush at the mention of a quickie?" He looked surprised for a moment, but then let a hesitant smile slip onto his face. Blaise returned the sentiment.

Ginny felt herself smile a little at the exchange too, before she finally ushered them all towards the common room.

"We're not going to stand here all day, are we? Get a move on, you old people!"

They huddled together on the sofa, calling out to Ginny what they'd like to drink as she was taking glasses down from the top shelf.

When everyone was seated, wine or beer in hand, they all took a moment to appreciate that they could take an afternoon out of their busy schedules to just hang out and have lunch together.

Then Hermione pulled a few menus from underneath the coffee table.

"What are you guys feeling, pizza or Chinese?" Naturally, they ended up ordering both, chatting jovially as they waited for the food to arrive.

Hermione shared that she thought she was finally nearing a breakthrough with the anti-gay laws, having been fighting this battle for a little over two years now. It was about time too, because she had been really close to just giving up at certain points in time. But since she had gotten promoted to head of Department for Law and Order, her words held much more weight in the Wizengamot's eyes and her ideas were slowly taking root.

Ginny's Quidditch career was truly blossoming; the Holyhead Harpies were currently right at the top of the ladder, although Blaise's Tutshill Tornados were dangerously close behind. Despite being direct competition to each other since they were both chasers, the two remained besties who constantly made fun of and insulted each other for every little mistake they committed on the field.

Pansy had gone on to become one of the more renowned journalists for The Daily Prophet and wrote most of her articles right for the front page. When Harry had been promoted to Head Auror, she interviewed him and against all odds, the two hit it off. Their relationship was still pretty new, but despite all their differences, they somehow felt right together. When Pansy had first announced their dating no-one was more shocked than Hermione and Ginny, but as they started reconnecting with him, they realised the man had grown up and matured.

Draco was the one they all saw the least of (except for Blaise, that is). He was venturing into different parts of Asia and brokering deals with local companies, the endgame being the eventual expansion of Malfoy Incorporated to foreign markets. So far, he had been quite successful, but his most known action that had reverberated quite heavily in the media was his withdrawal of Malfoy Inc.'s funding from some of its sketchier and morally questionable projects.

As each took turns in getting others updated on the status of their lives, Hermione went to open the door and pay the delivery man, reaping a round of loud cheering from the hungry company. Blaise immediately threw himself at the pizza and olive rolled off his slice and landed on the plush carpet, leaving a bright orange stain.

"You're cleaning that, Blaise. Otherwise I'll take special care to drop my food on the floor when it's your turn to host," Hermione smiled at him and then picked up a slice for herself, humming in enjoyment as she tasted the first bite.

Annnnd... That brings OTLWGS officially to an end! It's been great year(let's not get into the particular details) and I am both glad and a little sad that this is finally finished!

For me, this was a unique experience and I honestly couldn't have asked for a better one. Sure, writing is fun in itself, but what really makes it worthwile is the positive encouragement and responses that I get from you, the readers.

As far as the story goes, I will not be writing a sequel or anything like that, sorry if that disappoints anyone.

I actually have surprisingly little to say, so this is it from me! Thank you for this journey, and review one last time, if you will! I'd love to hear what you all thought about my story as a whole.

Lots of love, Bunny