Harry Potter And The Great Getaway

Epilogue II

Note to self: the next time I run out of ideas, just publicly announce that I'm done with the project. There's nothing my subconscious loves more than the chance to prove me the fool. But this one really might be a good place to say "The End."

Draco flopped down in his chair and tossed down his drink in one gulp. It was Granger's turn again, and this time it was the product of another Colonial Muggle named "Jim Beam." "Merlin, I'm exhausted. Do you two realize that this is the third time in a row I've had to be the heavy?"

Hermione and Harry exchanged glances. It hadn't occurred to them, but he was right.

"I know that I'm best suited for it, but next time can I be the reasonable one? Some of my people are starting to lose a little faith in me."

"Of course," Hermione reassured him. "I'll be glad to the villain next time. It's kind of fun, sometimes."

He glared at her. "You mean that it's fun to break character every now and then, and that's exactly what I mean." He then paused. "I'm sorry, I'm just really knackered. I think I just need a little time away from it all to refresh myself."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance. They'd discussed it several times, but never really came to a conclusion. Harry cocked an eyebrow quizzically, and Hermione – after a brief thought – gave a quick nod.

"Draco, I think I might have an idea for you. Have you ever been to what the Muggles call a 'theme park?'"