Epilogue;

It had been three years since they had returned to England. Hermione and Draco had gotten married two weeks after their return, and their son, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was born nine months later. Hermione made sure that they visited the cottage in the mountains regularly ever since it had provided them shelter from, what surely would have been their deaths.

Things hadn't been the same between her and Ron ever since the fight between he and Malfoy. They hadn't really spoken much, even though she still made her weekly visit to his parent's house and he was often there with his daughter, Rose, they had gained their friendship back, but it was fragile, nothing like it was before. He had married Evangeline the previous year, and as far as Hermione knew, they were happy, and in love, and Evangeline loved it when Ron bought her expensive gifts and things. It was nice that he had two girls to spoil.

Hermione smiled as she watched Scorpius place with Harry's son, James. They were at the park for the day, and they were chasing each other on the grass, their wobbly legs giving out every now and then, causing them to fall and erupt with laughter. She was happy that she didn't lose Harry and Ginny out of that mad situation. She had lost Ron, losing one friend was enough for a lifetime. But if she had lost them, she would have gone insane. She loved Draco, and he was her best friend, but sometimes she wanted girl time.

Across the park, she saw a tall, redheaded figure with a blonde beside him. She was pushing a stroller, and they were smiling and laughing at something he had said. Hermione smiled, and spun her modest wedding ring around her finger slowly. She was happy about her decision to marry Draco and become Hermione Malfoy. It was the best thing that could've happened for all of them. Ron was happy. She was happy. Everyone won.

James ran through a pile of sand and Scorpius laughed, clapping his hands. He had a big smile on his face.

"Boom!" he said, giggling madly. "Boom, boom, boom!"

Hermione laughed, and moved so she was sitting on the ground with the boys. She used her wand to build a huge castle out of sand, and watched as James ran through it again, laughing and clapping his hands.

Draco joined them in the grass a few minutes later, and started building castles in the sand for them. He was laughing and smiling.

"I think your son is going to be a great at demolition someday." She said, laughing. "Look at his technique. He picks a spot, and then runs."

"He's going to be a Quidditch player, love." Draco said, smiling and kissing her lips softly. "Don't change his future career path already."

Draco laid back in the grass, and folded his arms under his head, staring at the sky with a bemused smile on his face. "That one looks like a lion attacking a giraffe." He said, laughing and pointing.

Hermione smiled and laid next to him, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. She rested her hand in the center of his chest, and she could feel one of the scars there, barely, through his thin t-shirt.

"Happy?" he asked her, smiling as their son started to climb all over them. He landed on Draco's stomach with a thump, and James, feeling left out, did the same to Hermione. She smiled.

"Happy."