EPILOGUE

Draco groaned. The sunlight streaming from the bedroom window, penetrating his slumbering lids had nudged him awake. Still too sleepy to rouse, he tightened his arm around his wife snoozing beside him. A sleepy purr from her told him he did the right thing.

"MUMMEE! DADDEEE!!!"

There were the muffled sounds of feet racing across the room to the bed before Draco felt two lumps jumped on him and his wife's sleeping form. The excited peals told him that Zoë and Craig had come for the wake- up call. He tried to ignore their dire attempts to catch his attention until Zoë practically screamed at his ear.

Shaking his head to alleviate the ringing in his ears, he turned to his five- year old daughter. "Zoë, baby, let Mummy and Daddy sleep for an hour more please?"

"No," the curly- haired blond said indignantly. "Craig needs feeding."

Draco slowly roused to a sitting position, eyeballed his children before whispering in Hermione's ear. "Love, Craig needs feeding."

"Are you kidding me? He's weaned to the bottle already," Hermione grumbled through the sheets.

"Oh, yeah. Right," Draco mumbled. With one swift movement, he plucked the two blond brats off the bed. "Go bother Chelsea or the house- elves for breakfast."

Looking slightly affronted in her pink, cotton pajamas, Zoë squealed. "But Chelsea's not in her room!"

"Chelsea weft wiv Marcus," two- year- old Craig said in between thumbsucks.

"WHAT?!" Draco growled as he tossed out the bed sheets.

"Draco, its cold. The sheets please," Hermione breathed in her sleep.

"Hermione! Chelsea eloped with that Potter kid!"

"Daddy, what's 'elope'?" Zoë asked.

"Chelsea did not 'elope'. Marcus asked me yesterday if he can take her to muggle London for flat hunting," Hermione explained, her eyes still shut.

"And you consented?"

"It's not like he asked to take Chelsea for a day of frivolity and dirty sex, honey."

Draco jumped out of the bed to cover Zoë and Craig's ears. "Hermione!"

"Oh, stuff it, Draco! Chelsea's of age now. She's capable to decide on her own now. And Marcus is really a nice, young man." Hermione sat up, gestured at her babies and gave a kiss on each head. "Go ask Tonja to bring us breakfast here."

"Yay, breakfast in bed!" The two kids scrambled out of the room.

Hermione turned to her scowling husband beside her. "Ow, honey, you're taking it too bad. They're not even married…yet"

Draco blanched.

oOo

A loud explosion followed by shrieks of the students reverberated against the walls of the dungeon that morning in Hogwarts. Professor Snape yelled out an incantation that siphoned the purple smoke that filled classroom, only to reveal that half of the first years in attendance were covered with purple blotches.

Fuming, he strode to the source of the chaos and was unsurprised to find his beloved godchildren, his top students in Potions, smiling sheepishly at him, fooling no one as a melted cauldron lay evidence of their guilt.

"What the bloody hell happened?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Prue twirled one brown curl round her finger while Philippe scratched his chestnut top and mumbled almost inaudibly, "ooppss?"

"20 points from Gryffindor!" Professor Snape snarled.

oOo

Elliott was having a bad day.

Here he was, trying to review his notes for his written O.W.L.'s while having breakfast in the Great Hall and yet, numerous distractions were starting to annoy him. With a sigh, he threw an irate glance across him where Dahlia Longbottom, the Slytherin Princess, was perusing her Transfiguraion notes, looking rather pretty in her funky, horn- rimmed spectacles, her black hair held in a loose bun with a quill. How she remained oblivious to the irritating perturbations around them is beyond him.

"Hey, Dahlia," Elliott called. "Help?"

"Help with what?" Dahlia asked, one pretty eyebrow raised.

"Them?" he gesticulated discreetly at the group of girls that had confluxed around them, bating their eyelashes at him and giggling madly.

Not dropping her raised eyebrow, she scanned the pathetic faces of Elliott's fans. "What's wrong? It's not like they've been throwing their knickers at you."

As if on cue, a black thong was hurled at their direction, landing on Dahlia's glass of pumpkin juice. More giggles ensued.

Elliott couldn't help but snigger at her. "You were saying?'

Glaring at the thong dipped in her juice, one could easily surmise plumes of smoke wafting in Dahlia's ears. Slowly, she stood up, her eyes forming angry slits as she shifted her glare at Elliott. In one swift movement, she grabbed him by his robes and kissed him fiercely across the table.

With a pop, she defused her lips from his and grabbed her wand with one free hand while the other hand retained its vice grip on the robes of a stricken Elliott.

"Oy, listen up!" she called out at the entire hall. "This guy, Elliott Malfoy? Mine! Any objections…," she directed her wand at the black thong on the table that spontaneously burst into flames, "…incinerated to ashes! Capish?"

There was moment of stunned silence. Then a clap from the Gryffindor table that initiated a chorus of cat calls (from the boys) and angry wails (from the girls).

After addressing her audience with her signature "Slytherin Vamp" smile, Dahlia grabbed her notes and made a move to leave the table. But not without a flirtatious pinch at Elliott's left cheek. "Such a handsome boy," she cooed. "See you later?" She blew him a kiss and started out of the hall.

"That…that…," For the first time, the ever eloquent Slytherin playboy has found himself speechless.

And Dahlia Parkinson Longbottom found herself humming softly. "I kissed a Malfoy…I kissed a Malfoy…"

A/N So sorry to omit the other kids. I've grown so fond of Dahlia that I've started to write more about her! I'd probably post it here if I can get even a small following for her. 'toothy grin'.

Well, I'm through here! Do try out my other stories and I've more to come. Can't seem to stop writing 'til I get myself a Dramione nomination (wishful thinking! 'hint' 'hint')! Oh, if there would be anyone who can help me out, beta stuff, do let me know please! I'd love to get some help and pointers to refine my writing skills! Tata!