Disclaimer: Hmm...since this is my last disclaimer I have to make it really good. Really funny and comical, yet cynical and maybe a little grotesque. I can't do the normal 'I don't own the characters, just the plot,' thing. It's boring. So how can I go out in a bang with a sweet disclaimer. Hmm...Ah! I've got it!

I don't own the characters! I own the plot! (see the exclamation points, it adds to the effect so much more, doesn't it?)

A/N: All right, the epilogue for you. I want to thank all of you once again and know that even after this epilogue I am still not making a sequel. I know there has been even more requests for it and I will not do it.

Also, to all those who were reading Hermione Granger and the Pureblood Prince, I'm sorry that I deleted it, but I found that I really hated the way it was going. If I find time, I will rewrite it and make it better. Then I will repost it.

Enjoy!

Epilogue

Evan stood at the front of the church. His family and friends surrounded him. He stood nervously at the altar, awaiting the Bridal March. He looked behind him to his Best Man and Loki gave him an assuring smile. Evan's other Groom's Men were his two brothers--the twins.

The march started and the Bride's Maids walked in. The Maid of Honor was Evan's sister, Natasha Hermione, an exact replica of their mother, curly tresses and brown eyes, the only difference was that she had their father's hair color, as did Evan. The twins--Ares Abraxas and Eros Lucius--both had dark brown hair.

After Natasha came Loki's sister, Evie, and after her came Jo's younger sister, Chloe.

Evan, being the oldest out of everyone in the wedding party, was actually the second to be married. A year before, Eros had been married and his month-old daughter was held in his wife's arms in the pews.

Also in the pews were Evan's mother and father. His mum was in tears and his dad was comforting her. Evan smiled, they were the sweetest people in the world and the greatest parents a person could have. He was proud to carry on the family name.

As his soon-to-be-wife walked into the room, looking beautiful in her white lace dress, contrasting perfectly with her black hair, everyone in the room stood. Her father smiled as he walked her down the aisle.

Evan had been in love with this woman since they were kids. She was two years younger than him. It was a big age difference when they were kids but now she was a beautiful 21 year-old and Evan was nearly 23.

Jo's mother was in the pews next to Loki and Evie's parents. They had all been friends since before Evan was born. You say Malfoy and you automatically think Zabini and Potter, and vice versa. Thus Evan Draco Malfoy marrying Jocasta Pansy Potter was only expected. Though he would have married her anyway.

It was like the world was normal. He had heard the stories of what his parents had to go through to even have him. They were so happy when Evan was born because they were afraid that after his mum had lost her first child--the child that was forced into her--that they woul lose him as well.

Evan couldn't imagine what his mother had been through, and even though he felt incredibly bad for what his mother had to go though, without that happening, his mother and father would probably never have shared that experience to keep them together all of these years.

The following June was their 25th anniversary and the four kids were taking them on a special trip. They already had everything planned. Ares had come to Evan six month ago with the idea to take their parents to Atlantis--the lost city. Only lost to muggles--a vacation galore for witches and wizards.

Evan's grandparents were also in the pews. Lucius and Narcissa, Evan--his namesake--and Jane. They had always been supportive of him and spoiled him constantly when he was a child. He was their first grandson after all.

Evan pulled the veil of Jo's dress up to expose her face to him. She had beautiful eyes. One was bright green from her father and the other blue from her mother.

The priest said the vows and Evan repeated them with every ounce of compassion in his heart and finished it with an "I do."

Jocasta repeated the words and the priest told Evan that he could kiss his bride. He sealed the ceremony with a kiss. "I love you," he muttered softly into her mouth.

She looked up at him with those sparkling eyes. "I love you, too."

Evan looked around. He knew that this was one of the times when everyone could be together. On Monday his parents would go back to Hogwarts, his father teaching Care of Magical Creatures and his mother teaching Charms.

His sister would leave once again, she was the youngest ever Minister of Magic, the job passed onto her by Uncle Blaise who decided that he was going to retire just a year ago when his youngest daughter was born, Aunt Ginny now stayed at home as well with them. Ares would go back to his London flat, entertaining his many female friends and Eros would go back to his family and job.

His grandparents would go back to their respective retiremet islands, not to be bothered by politics and the way the world was turning. His in-laws would go back to their jobs and lives and hobbies.

It was strange. He had also just found out a week ago that his mother was pregnant again--19 years after Natasha. Jo was also with child, though the news hadn't been leaked yet. His younger sibling would be the same age as he own child. The thought that his parents still did the--action--required to make a child disturbed Evan but you could see when you looked at them that they were deeply in love. He was happy that they were still excited by each other's bodies after all of their years of marriage and hoped that him and Jo would be like that when they had children his age.

Hermione and Draco Malfoy did not look their age though and both were oft mistaken to be in their twenties when really Evan's father had just celebrated his 40th birthday a month ago. It was because they were just as happy and in love as they had been when they were first married and still being incredibly good looking when you get older ran in the Malfoy genes. Even his grandfather did not look his 70 years.

Evan walked out of the church with his wife, wishing he could be as happy as his parents were.

When he glanced at Jo and saw the love and tears of happiness shining in her eyes, he knew he would be.

The End

A/N: Feedback would be nice. I never actually expected to finish this story. It was originally the flashbacks from another story I was writing but as you can see it took a life of it's own and I'm glad it did (the other story sucked).

Please, since 12 and a half is my favorite number I would love to have at least 1250 reviews on this story, I only need like 60 more! Please review! Please, come on, I'll give you a Lemon Cookie...

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Brittany