Last chapter folks, so enjoy!

It's been close to 3 months since I left home, and now, where I am, I still can't escape him. He warned me, I know that, but it still doesn't change anything. I just wish that I could make him see that I need me time, a lot of me time. He keeps informing me that because we are now mated he has to see me on a constant basis or we both won't be able to survive for long. In my opinion I don't understand that. Why would magic keep two people so connected that they wouldn't be able to live their lives without being so intertwined together? Makes no logical sense to me, but there is no stopping him! He pops in here randomly at least once a week and forces me to stay home with him. No matter if I had previous plans, I just have to say "Hi Honey, let me just call in to work, or my friends!"; not like I need to, but I would if I had a job here or friends; once he poofs in. Well, more like a pop, with no sound. You know what I mean... It's just so frustrating! I'm growing attached more and more, and the feelings are growing, but that still doesn't give me what I left home to get. Space. I guess men don't understand, Ron never did, Harry was more observant, but in general it must just be a male thing to be all in the way when it's most inconvenient.

I've moved 4 times since my last entry in here, why I bought and started writing in this blasted notebook is beyond me, mostly I fill you up with doodles, scribbles or songs I've heard that I like. Today though, as I watch him walk up I feel like I need to get a lot out of my head before facing him. He's changed so much since The Night, that fateful night 7 months ago. Physically he's like a demi- god; great looks, strong physic, sharp wit and a killer smile; and he's matured as well, though I attribute that to his Veela. On that note, apparently once we... well, on that night, Draco and his Veela became one entity, not just two in one body as he says most Veela end up like. I know I love him, but a part of me feels as if I've been forced into that by the bond, the feelings are there, but, if the bond wasn't, would these feelings even have had a chance to become anything? Well, off to doodle before he sees me writing, I'm sure I'll say something later, maybe.

I found out that apparently two nights ago Ginny gave birth to a son, James, and he even brought me a picture of the baby being held by Harry who's sitting next to a sleeping Ginny. I'm happy for them, I really am, and this is mean of me, but one of the only reasons I am glad about the whole thing with Draco... Is that with us, since Veela's predate any laws, we don't have to follow that farce of a law and have children so soon. Ginny always wanted children early, but, I honestly don't think I would ever be ready to have any children. I don't see myself as the mother type. Even though he hasn't actually said anything, I have a feeling Draco would like to try soon, but I just... I'm not sure how to tell him I'm not ready. After all, I just keep ignoring or shying away from the subject. I'll have to tell him sooner or later. He's sleeping now before he apparates back to England, apparently going such the long distance as I've gone from home takes a lot out of him, he says that he's only able to do it because of the Veela in him, a normal Wizard or Witch wouldn't be able to make the distance. I'm not sure I want to test the theory myself, but you know, it's a thought.

He says I have to go back. He hasn't told anyone that he keeps in touch, but according to him, everyone knows better and all miss me very much. Specially Ginny, she isn't stupid after all, and I'm sure at one point at Hogwarts I remember her doing research on Veela's to know they can't stay away from their mate's... I don't want to go back, it's nearly been 2 years, I'm not sure how I would be able to face them after the exit I made. Thinking back on it I get embarrassed, but I wasn't there, I was just trying to run away. That's another reason, I ran away. How do you go back to something you ran away from? It's not really the people, it was the situation, and honestly, after all this time, some may not be able to differentiate that fact. I just... I made a comfortable life here, in America, and I don't want to leave it. I teach at the local 'middle school' for 'gifted children of exceptional gifts'. Makes me laugh at the absurdity in the way the magical community names everything; such long and obviously ignorant names. I'm the Middle School teacher of 'Arithmetic', which is the Muggle term for Arithmancy, one and the same, I really do love the subject. They have schools all over the country here, in several states, all are private schools, I actually think there is one in every state now that I think of it. There is a prejudice or a stately pride here that makes each state more like a mini country, an interesting theory. Anyway, I would love to get into the technical details of all the schools and the theory I've just thought up and the way they have the school system here, but, it's been a long day and I'm surprised I've written so much. Oddly, I didn't even really address the reason I started writing tonight. Anyway, off to bed.

There was much speculation today at the school on a few practices that I brought up. Much from my experience with the war I believed a few things should have been implemented that have not already been done so, but, of course, the bigoted country that I now live in thinks differently, they believe I may be wrong, or behind in the world. Oh if only they had been to Hogwarts, or seen what I have, they would understand. I think, in fact I shall set up a memory 'slide show' of sorts. I learned that word and it's meaning from one of the children. Apparently his mother is a computer programmer and it is a up and coming profession here, it's so interesting. I wish I could take their 'Foreign Ethics' class (just a fancy way of saying Muggle Studies of course). They are learning computer programs, and how to get around on this... Internet, thing I have heard so much about. I think in my free periods I will hop over to the class and sit in, maybe learn a few things before I venture to the Muggle Library to try my hand at the computers there. Someone's at the door, I'll try to write sooner.
This is... oddly therapeutic.

So, remember that someone at the door I mentioned last month? Turns out it was Ginny. Who is pregnant again. She's gorgeous when pregnant, I could only hope to be that pretty. Anyway, she came, pissed off of course, and chewed me a new one at the fact that I have friends and family at home waiting on me to come back, that everyone's worried and that I'm being selfish by staying away. We argued and I tried to get her to see my side of everything, but well, it's Ginny. Enough said, don't you think? Either way, needless to say, she at least convinced me to visit. Since, now for the past 5 years, I have been living and working in America, I had to go through Immigrations, and now, I am actually sitting in Ginny's old room so overwhelmed by everything I have missed! George's twins are adorable, Ron's daughter (he's married to Astoria) is a beautiful little strawberry blond with straight hair and she always has pigtails in. Luna and Neville came by with their son, Ron (even though when it happens he won't be so happy about it) keeps saying that his daughter and Neville's son are a great match. Boastful isn't he? Well, needless to say, atop all of that Kingsley stopped me before leaving the Ministry when I arrived via Ministry Port Key and said he still had a job lined up for me if I wanted to come back. I'm still not sure if I do, but seeing everyone has had me thinking. But, we'll see how this trip goes, after all it is Summer Vacation, my few months to relax around teaching. I love it I do, and I'm sure if I moved back I could teach at Hogwarts if I so wanted, but, honestly at this point in my life, I'm not even sure what I want. I know the one constant though: Draco. He asked me, before coming back to England, if I would marry him. I said yes, of course, kind of feel as if I have to, no sense in staying together this long or life long without being married. Anyway, he's going to make an 'official announcement' to all of our friends and family at the reunion Molly has put together. Of course, he told me, that just means he's going to re-ask me in front of a room full of people and I have to act surprised. Not sure about that. I... Well, I guess it's time to sleep, the kids are getting restless with my wand light as I write this. Little chits.

So, Christmas is tomorrow. I'm back in England for the holidays, my parents are still in Australia by the way, so, it'll be a tough Christmas to get through here. In America it was more... well, it was easier. I just pretended the day wasn't there, it didn't exist and I refused to let Draco celebrate it, or at least with me. In any case, I'm here now. Back in England. For Christmas. Oh Merlin help me... I don't know how I'll survive this... Draco says he'll be there with me every step of the way, I believe him. I do. I guess I'm just over thinking, over feeling, over worrying. Oh, I forgot, Draco and I got married, officially, around America's Thanksgiving, gave me time to come to England around teaching. Draco honestly would prefer I not work since he can support me, but I like it and he knows I take his words into consideration before making a decision, just so happens my decision was to keep teaching. I think, after this entry, I'll stop writing. I'll have too much to look forward to now, since, as you can say, as a Christmas gift to Draco, I'm going to tell him I'm pregnant, I'm only a month along, or there bout's. I want him happy, and even after a rocky start, I honestly think this is the best ending we could have. We've lived through so much and now, it's time for us to settle down. I can't keep hiding, fighting or trying to run, it's time I face my Gryffindor courage and face the past, present and the future with him by my side.

"Mum, look what I've found." Hermione, sitting at the table in the solarium, glances up before returning to a few pieces of parchment and a pile of books in front of her.

"What's that Lyra?" She started scribbling again and as she finished her paragraph she smiled. "Almost done with this, maybe your father can come up with another patent, maybe this one we'll put in Scor's name. Or..." She looks up and smiles at her third child. "We can try and finagle a family project out of it and put all our names on it. Sunshine should be up with Scor in their room, we can go ask them." Hermione's exuberant mood was contagious, that was until Lyra, a girl of 15 and in looks much like her mother, looked down at her hands and frowned. She remembered the feelings she had while reading this and wondered when it was that life became so much happier for her mother than what the journal in her hands described. When Hermione caught the frown she followed her silvery gaze to the purple and silver covered notebook that she honestly had not seen since before Scorpius and Suni's (ie, Sunshine) birth. "Where'd you get that?" She sat back in her seat, floored by the feelings and memories just looking at the thing brought up.

"I was going through a few things up in the storage room and came across a few small boxes that said 'knicknacks'. It was at the bottom of one. I didn't know it was yours before, mum, but I read it." She moved to sit in one of the chairs across from her mother and waited for her to respond. Hermione slowly turned her body toward her daughter but her gaze moved to the doorway. Draco walked in and stood behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"OK estis dilectione mea? Vestra affectus subito mutata sit, anxius me." They looked at each other and Hermione smiled up at him. She nodded and he visibly relaxed. "I'll see to tea than, shall I?" He asked as he smiled at his daughter who nodded in return. "Oh, The Potter's and Weasley's are all wanting to get together tomorrow for Pyxis' birthday." Hermione nodded and smiled sadly.

"I still can't believe my baby Pyx is going to be be 11. I remember when each of them turned 11. Oh... Pyx will be needing to go to Diagon Alley soon." She sighed and smiled lost in thought.

"Daddy, Mum apparently had a break through with her work, have her tell you about it. I on the other hand am now going to go see if Phillice wants to put her name on this as well, eh Mum?" Hermione nodded and watched Lyra leave the room. She smiled and then stood and turned her body into Draco's embrace and body and held onto him.

"They have grown so much, all 5 of them. I wish my babies were still babies." She looked up at Draco a sadden but proud look upon her face. He smiled down at her and nodded his agreement before kissing her and hugging her tighter.

"I remember when you told me you were pregnant the first time. Your tears would not stop and I couldn't get a hold on your emotions to tell how you felt about it." They laughed for a moment and then sat down, she half turned toward her work before turning back to face Draco.

"Draco, We've had a wonderful life, it may have started out rocky and most of that was indeed my fault, but I wouldn't trade a moment of it for anything. Scorpius, Suni, Lyra, Phillice and Pyxis are my world, and you gave them to me. Thank you." She leaned over and gave him a peck on his cheek and he grinned.

"I could give you more if you only ask Love, I keep telling you that when you say you want another baby. I, too," he coughs and gives the door a sideways glance before saying anything more, "would never trade any of it. To think, at one point this would never have happened if it wasn't for how stubborn we can be." She chuckled and shook her head.

"And here I thought that would have been one of the main reasons why it wouldn't have. Anyway, I should probably tell you more about this before they all stumble in here asking questions." He nods and they turn toward the table to look over her multitude of theories.

"What's this one here?" He asked and pointed to one that was dog eared and under a pile of other papers.

"Oh, that's not really something that I am working on, but well..." She blushed and shuffled the papers around. He stilled her hands and gave her a no nonsense look that made her sigh and give in, knowing that he wouldn't stop until he found out. She pulled it and watched him as he eyed the paper. He studied it for a moment before glancing at her. The list of names was long and a good portion of them were scratched out, a few circled in different colored inks and even some of those were crossed out.

"Names?" She nodded and he narroed his eyes at her, sat back after setting the list down and crossed his arms. "Why?" She opened her mouth to say something but stopped when all 5 of their children came into the room, talking and laughing with each other. She smiled at them but Draco just raised an eyebrow at her. She gave him a timid smile but didn't look away and soon enough their children were just sitting there staring trying to figure out what was going on.

"I'm pregnant again Draco." She whispered it, trying the words out and as soon as the words were out of her mouth several things happened at once. Draco's eyes widened and he stiffened at the admission, Scorpius balked, Suni started laughing Pyxis started jumping up and down and the other two started shouting questions.

"How far along?" Draco asked, his words cutting through the shouts as they ignored their children's reactions.

"2 months, give or take a day. I wanted to surprise you at Pyxis' party, but, cat's out of the bag." She shrugged, grinning now. He nodded and looked at his children, effectively shutting them up.

"Well, we'll just have to add on another room now, won't we?" He grinned at her and nodded, she smiled and tackled him with a hug, they tumbled to the floor and their children all jumped into the fray to play around. When they were done they all lay staring out of the windowed ceiling into the waning day sky. A thought crossed Draco's mind and he reached over tapping Lyra's head.

"Lyra, this year you'll be turning 16 and will come into your Veela powers. Do you want to come home from school the week of? I was lucky enough when I came into mine that I... I was already at home by then." They all glanced at him and Scorpius turned over and looked at him, Hermione frowned and looked at the ceiling before shaking her head.

"Why were you home early? School terms aren't out until almost mid- June."

"Term ended earlier when we were in school, and... by then, I had gotten into some trouble and was sent home early." The children gasped, all except Suni, her brow creasing as she thought that over.

"When were you in Hogwarts Mum, Dad?" She asked as she focused on a spot on the window as she thought.

"Well, that year, it was 1996-97 school year." Her siblings turned to look at her as she reached a hand up and started punching invisible buttons.

"What is it Sunshine?" Phil asked her sister.

"Dad... Were you the Malfoy that threatened the Headmaster at the time up in the Astronomy Tower?" Draco was silent as he shared a look with Hermione.

"Children, let's not bring this up. You don't need to cut open old wounds." They all nodded and Draco stood, dusting himself of nonexistent dust. He held out his hand for Hermione and as he helped her to her feet their children got up as well. The sun was nearly set and the enchanted lights were coming on all through the house and yard. "Well, let's go see what Pisky and Mallar have cooked up in the kitchen, it's time for dinner." Her children all hesitated, sharing a look between them before nodding and smiling, putting the whole thing behind them. She smiled and Draco led the way out of the room.

"You think Mallar has bought anything? For a house elf we have the best paid, but he never buys anything!" Pyx said as they follow their parents.

"He's saving his earnings for his children." Floated the voice of Hermione back to them over her shoulder. The girls giggled and Scor shook his head.

Ok, peopleses, I have managed to wrap it up, this is it. The end, Fin, and I'm glad to say, I like this. I will be coming out with a M rated version, so there will be an added scenes. You don't want to read it, that is TOTALLY up to YOU. I hope you enjoyed this and please do review.

"OK estis dilectione mea? Vestra affectus subito mutata sit, anxius me." = Are you ok my love? Your emotions, they suddenly changed, it worried me.