THE LEGEND OF THE 12 LETTERS

A/N: I decided to write an Epilogue. So here it is! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

EPILOGUE

23 Years Later

"Draco, come out already! We're going to be late. Do you want that?" Hermione yelled outside of their bedroom. She was banging the massive door frantically and impatiently. She had been knocking and calling out for her husband for the past 30 minutes. She glanced at her wrist watch, frowning, and the time was already 5:27, 33 minutes before the ceremony started.

"DRACO MALFOY come out of the fucking room or I'll force my way in and the moment I see you, I'll chop your 'gorgeous' body to pieces and drop them all in a giant, boiling cauldron!" Hermione yelled, threatening her git of a husband.

"Just a second, dear." she heard her husband reply in calm voice. He had been repeating the same line for 30 fucking, unpleasant minutes.

"Just what the hell are you doing there? You've been inside the room for like forever!" She exclaimed, sneaking another impatient glance at her wrist watch. She banged again, "Draco, come on!"

"I'm dressing up, Hermione." he replied coolly.

Hermione gaped, "Dressing up?" she repeated in horror. "But you've been dressing up for, what, 3 hours?"

"I'm almost done..." he replied simply again. Hermione couldn't help but groan at her husband of 18 years now. He had spent the whole afternoon dressing up, yet he still wasn't done. 30 minutes later, and the ceremony would start. They're going to be late, she was sure.

"ALMOST DONE? Be sure that that 'almost done' of yours don't mean another 30 minutes of banging this door!"

"Mum, could you give me a hand with my tie?" she heard her son calling out for her as he came out of his bedroom, fiddling with his green and silver necktie, obviously having trouble with it.

She smiled and sighed, "Oh, Scorpius, you've been wearing tie for 6 years. How come you haven't learned how to work on it by yourself?" she made her way to her son and immediately did his tie. She looked at her son and asked, "So, who's doing the tie for you in Hogwarts?"

He shrugged, "My wand..." he said nonchalantly, looking at the hands working on his necktie.

"Your wand? You mean, you only charm your necktie at school to tie itself?" she asked, a bit deranged.

He nodded, "Yeah. And since I can't use magic outside Hogwarts 'till I turn 17, which will happen a month from now, then I need your help mum."

"You know, you should start working things out without the aid of magic, Scorpius. You can't always be sure..." she said, finishing the tie and giving it a light tap.

He rolled his eyes, "Mum, what is the purpose of magic if I don't use it? And besides," he smirked; the kind he only possibly got from his beautiful blonde father. "Dad said he used to depend on magic to tie his necktie during his time in Hogwarts, too. Said he wouldn't let some pug-faced girl named Pansy to do it for him, although she kept insisting and pestering him about it."

Hermione groaned, "Your Dad. He's a really bad influence to you, Scorp."

"I don't think so." Scorpius replied. "I like my Dad. He's the best, you know. My friends are in fact, jealous of me, because my mother was the Valedictorian of her batch, and my father was the Salutatorian and one of the best players of Quidditch. Dad's my hero, mum. If not because of his background in Hogwarts, then I wouldn't be considered the Slytherin Prince now; and if not because of his skills in Quidditch that I've inherited, then I wouldn't be the best Quidditch Seeker after the great Harry Potter. And most importantly, if not because of his very beautiful features, then I wouldn't be the most sought after teenage hunk in the whole Wizarding World!"

She shook her head at her son, "You are definitely the son of Draco Malfoy, Scorpius." she stated with a smile. "What, with the arrogance?"

Scorpius grinned, "I'm not saying anything false, though. I am truly the most handsome creature on the surface of the Earth and I stole the throne from Dad the day I was born." he crossed his arms proudly, and lifted his chin up with the most devastatingly attractive smirk Hermione had seen after Draco's.

"At least be humble about it," Hermione shrugged suggestively.

"Humble?"

Both Hermione and Scorpius turned their heads towards the familiar sound. It came from a dashing man with black tuxedo and matching black pants who only just emerged from the bedroom, holding up a green tie in his hand.

"Humility is found on the last page of the Malfoy vocabulary, dear. I thought you might have figured that out already?" he smirked handsomely at his wife. She raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms, acting unamused although deep down, was severely mesmerized.

"Yes, I certainly have. I just kind of hoped the cycle ended with you." she said, sending her husband a sour look. He had her waiting for hours, for the love of God! And he wasn't even done with his tie, from the looks of it.

"Oh, Hermione. I think age is starting to act upon you." he started, smirking arrogantly again. She wondered why some things never changed? It was most likely assumed and predicted that Draco Malfoy was going to die and leave the world, smirking. "You're having some little malfunction in the head, mainly there on the large, annoying tool you use so much and you so proudly call your brain. It's rusting, you know. And the screws are slightly loosening its hold...tsk tsk tsk." he shook his head and clicked his tongue in mock sympathy.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"A cycle don't end, love. It goes on." he said matter-of-factly. "And so, if Scorpius had a son, he would most likely be as arrogant and as lovely as him."

Scorpius chuckled, "Right, Dad." he agreed.

Hermione sighed at her husband and son. They truly were nothing different from each other. Scorpius looked exactly like his father when he was younger, and his attitude was nothing far either. He had this lovely, shiny, platinum hair that looked shamelessly like Draco's. His eyes were as precious as its color; silver. His face was molded perfectly, like his father's; His nose was pointy and envious. His lips were full, pink and so kissable. His skin was similar to his father's: Pale and according to Draco, the beautiful kind of pale that anyone would beg to have. His height was definitely taken from Draco either. Hermione was only a little woman of 5'6" while Draco was a towering 6'2". His facial expressions were identical to his patriarch and it sometimes drove Hermione crazy when they smirk at her at the same time. He was one hell of a magnificent flyer and was the star of the field since he took part in the Quidditch team on his second year. He was a prefect and a perfect candidate for the Head Boy position next year. He was smart and was definitely born natural; like Draco.

All in all, he was breathtakingly a perfect, flawless, spotless, faultless, absolute, blameless, excellent, pure, utter, complete and sinless copy of his own very handsome, pretty, charming, elegant, irresistible, manipulative, incomparable and beautiful father.

'Where the hell did my genes hide when I created this perfect young man?' she thought as she surveyed her son sniggering with his father. They were painfully like twins. Dealing with one male Malfoy was a torture-pleasure experience. Now, they were two and they looked like brothers planning on the biggest prank of the decade. Clearly, they were making fun of her. But the sight of them, was the very sight she needed to thank all the gods and saints when they made her a muggle-born witch. She blessed the day she found one foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach named Draco Malfoy.

She smiled at them as they high-fived and looked at her grinning.

"Alright, Scorpius Malfoy, get back to your room and wear your shoes. We're leaving soon." she told her son and he happily walked away, leaving her and Draco alone.

"So," she started and raised her eyebrow at the necktie her husband was clutching. "Can't do your own tie, can you?"

He replied by flashing her a big, toothy grin. He shook his head and raised his hand. "I want you to do it for me." he admitted.

She rolled her eyes, "Honestly, you're 40."

"So? I have you to do it for me..."

"What happened to your wand? Got bored with its service?"

He shook his head, "It would be better if your little hands did it, really." he said. "And you would know exactly how to untie them the fastest way later tonight...if you got my hint." he winked at her sexily.

She giggled and slapped him playfully on his shoulder. "Slut."

He laughed, "Right. Your very own, personal, sexy slut."

She giggled like a damn teenager as she tied Draco's necktie. She stood so close to him and he teased her by blowing cool breaths on her bare and super sensitive neck. She giggled maniacally, trying to finish working his tie out. "Stop...tickling...me!" she said between fits of girly giggles.

He immediately stopped and snaked his arms around her waist to pull her a lot more closer. When she finally finished his tie, she rested her hands on his shoulder and looked at him straight in the eyes.

She couldn't understand why she still got lost in his eyes. Like she was only 17 and was watching them sparkle for the first time.

"You know what was the most stupid thing I did?" he suddenly asked.

She smiled, "No. What?"

"It was trying to hate you when I knew so well that I couldn't...if I hadn't been stupid, then I would've felt happiness long before 7th year." he said seriously.

She leaned her forehead to his, "Oh, Draco. But that was long time ago..."

"And I swear to death never to do anything as stupid as that again."

She nodded, "How about you, do you know what were the most stupid things I did?"

"Marrying me...?" he joked.

"Oh yes," she answered.

He pulled his head away and looked at her, creasing his forehead.

"I was stupid for marrying you...for bearing your children...for loving you." she kissed the tip of his nose. "I was so stupidly smart for doing so."

"Oh," he breathed in relief. "I was scared at one point there."

"Mum, Dad, can you stop that this instant?" Scorpius yelled impatiently, as he walked out of his bedroom. "We only have a very long minute before we are officialy late. Jane's going to be livid, I swear. I don't want to come home in fifty pieces, you know."

The couple broke apart and smiled at their son. Soon, they were off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry via floo powder.

They arrived at the exact time. Professor Minerva McGonagall (she became Head Mistress after Dumbledore finally rested in peace 10 years ago) just announced the opening of the ceremony. The three immediately searched for their table and spotted it in front, with Jane Malfoy waving her hands out for them. They waved back and grinned. Scorpius was relieved to see his sister in a good mood. They rushed to the table and immediately hugged the other stunning blond girl waiting for their arrival.

"I thought you forgot...that you weren't coming." she said after hugging each of them. They sat down and Hermione reached for her daughter's hand.

"It's your special day, Jane. We wouldn't just forget about it." Hermione said, smiling.

"But what kept you?" she asked, pouting a little bit.

"Your Dad." Hermione replied pointedly, sending him a look. "He dressed up for 3 hours, darling, and when he came out of the room, he wasn't even wearing his tie yet."

Jane looked at her father and chuckled, "You look dashing, Dad. You dressed up all for this?"

"Of course," Draco replied and leaned closer to his daughter. "This is a very special day for you, J. I wouldn't just wear some rubbbish I found in the closet for your Graduation. Oh, and by the way, congratulations for being the Valedictorian. I, your mum and your brother are so proud of you."

Jane hugged her father, "Thanks, Dad! I love you so much!"

"I love you much, much more, darling." he replied hugging her back.

The ceremony started. Awards were given and speeches were delivered. As the ceremony went on, Hermione looked around the Hall.

It was the very Hall where she, her classmates and Draco graduated. It was the same Hall where she and her husband danced in the Graduation ball...it was exactly where they gave each other their 12th letter. The Hall was beautified by her daughter, Jane, who happened to be Head Girl, and the Head Boy of her batch. The room was amazing. It was just as stunning as the Hall she and Draco prepared for their Graduation 23 lovely years ago.

"Zabini, Daisy." Professor McGonagall announced and a beautiful, dark-skinned girl went up the stage to claim her certificate in a bubbly manner.

Hermione looked around and surely, at the corner near the back, were the couples Blaise and Pansy Zabini. Another young girl was sitting with them. She smiled at the memory of how they got together. It was during Draco's speech when he revealed Blaise's secret feelings for Pansy who used to claim Draco as hers. After the ceremony that night, they danced in the ball and then news just spread, Pansy was to be wed with Blaise and they both couldn't wait for that momentous time.

"Goyle, Anthony."

She then found Goyle and Daphne clapping so hard when their son went up the stage. They looked so happy and again, it was Draco's doing that got them together.

"Crabbe, Sophia."

Then, on the table next to the Goyle's, sat the Crabbe's. Vincent and Millicent Crabbe were standing, applauding for their daughter.

"Longbottom, Crackel."

Hermione grinned as she heard that name. It could only be Neville and Luna's son. The kid had dark hair similar to Neville's but his face...it was dreamy like his mother's.

"Weasley, Violet."

Hermione quickly looked at the table next to theirs. Her best friend Ron and his wife Lavender were there. Two young kids were sitting with them. Ron looked at her and grinned, pointing at his daughter on stage.

"And now," McGonagall started. "Let's hear the speech of this batch's Valedictorian, Narcissa Jane Malfoy!"

Hermione, Draco and Scorpius erupted into loud applause as Jane went up the stage. They listened as she gave her speech and remembered the day Hermione and Draco gave their speeches too. That night was phenomenal... Unforgettable.

Jane looked similar to her mother, except her hair and skin color. She was a blonde and had pale skin like Draco. The rest were all from Hermione. Her eyes were brown, she was 5'4", she was strict, she was a rule freak, she loved books and studies so hard and most importantly, she was the only Malfoy who was in Gryffindor.

Her name came from her middle name, Jane. Narcissa came from her grandmother on her father's side. (Narcissa Malfoy never knew about Lucius being only a replica made by her son, Draco. She died a few years ago and Draco decided to 'kill' his father as well.)

After her speech, another round of thunderous applause erupted from the room. Next to give his speech was the Salutatorian and Head Boy; James Sirius Potter.

Hermione looked at the table right next to the Weasley's and found the Potters there, grinning at James. Ginny and Harry were watching their son, hand-in-hand. Albus Severus and Lily were silently looking at their older brother, proud of him.

Hermione didn't know if it was destiny, or just a coincidence that like her and Draco, Jane and James were not only the Valedictorian and Salutatorian of their batch, but were also the Head Boy and Girl.

When James finished talking, the ceremony went on again. After closing the ceremony, McGonagall announced the opening of the feast. They all happily ate the bountiful food that (once again, destined or just a coincidence?) James, the Head Boy prepared. Jane told her mother that she found James' list of food ridiculous when she read it, but then didn't do anything to revise it. That scene was a bit familiar to Hermione.

Didn't she think Draco's list was a piece of shit when she read it? But then, she never did anything to change it so Draco would be happy.

Did Jane not change the list so James would be happy, too?

Hermione shook her head free of her wild thoughts. Why was she comparing what happened 23 years ago to what was happening now? She was paranoid.

Then, McGonagall announced the opening of the Graduation ball. As expected, the Head Boy and Girl danced the first dance of the evening and Hermione watched them from afar.

They were dancing so close to each other...and she could literally see the chemistry in them.

'Oh, dear...' she thought as she watched her daughter lock eyes with her best friend's son. Luckily, Draco was not paying much attention. He was busy talking with Scorpius about something they only knew what. If not, then it would have been big trouble, since Draco was sensitive and protective when it came to his children, especially his only daughter.

After the first dance, Jane was impossibly quiet in her seat and didn't return to the dance floor. Hermione could see how troubled she was. And, yet again, the scene was so familiar.

It was like looking at herself, 23 years ago, when her mind was fighting against her body whether or not to give Draco the 12th letter.

Then suddenly, during the last song of the night, Jane rushed away. She, Draco and Scorpius looked at her as she ran frantically to the center of the dance floor. On the other side, Hermione noticed, James was also pushing his way through the crowd, as determined as Jane.

Hermione's heart beated so fast. That scene...it was more than bloody, fucking familiar!

She braced herself for what was to happen next when they finally met in the middle.

"This is my 12th letter for you!" Hermione heard them shout.

She heard people gasping but the loudest was her husband. She whipped her head to look at Draco beside him and he was literally stunned. He froze on the floor, watching her daughter giving her '12th' letter to James fucking Potter.

"What the fuck is happening?" Draco growled silently.

"I think...it's the legend." Hermione replied in a whisper.

"Great..." Draco muttered sarcastically.

Hermione thought he was going to run and push his way to them and then punch the younger Potter full in the face and grab his daughter away.

But instead, he just watched them.

He watched his own daughter being kissed by the son of his arch nemesis in the middle of everyone in Hogwarts.

When the two finally pulled away, they stared at each other's eyes and smiled. Then, James Potter knelt and took Jane's hand.

"Jane Malfoy, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

Jane grinned as the tears started falling in her eyes. "Yes, James. YES!"

And the crowd celebrated. The new lovers enveloped each other in a warm, loving embrace as they finished dancing the last song.

Draco was silent the whole time. Hermione was afraid he might burst right there of extreme outrage. But when she looked at him, he was calm...but he was frowning slightly. Then she saw his head turn and he looked at someone. Hermoine followed his eyesight and it landed on the Potters, several people away from them. Ginny was smiling but Harry was sporting the same expression as Draco.

The older Malfoy and Potter stared at each other with intensity. Then they nodded and looked away.

"What was that all about?" Hermione asked Draco.

He was silent for a while before sighing exasperatedly. "I can't believe my daughter's going to be a Potter." he exclaimed. "And that Potter my daughter's in love with, is a half Weasley! I can't believe how bad fate jokes!"

Then suddenly, a familiar ghost Professor floated above them. They looked up and recognized the Professor who introduced the legend to them.

"It's so good to see you again!" Professor Binns excitedly said.

"Hi, Professor..." Hermione replied curtly. Draco just nodded in acknowledgement.

"It's a lovely Graduation, don't you think? I knew it would be fun...since the first time I met your lovely daughter, Miss Malfoy and her Head Boy, Mr. Potter."

Hermione and Draco looked at each other in confusion.

"They were similar to you, didn't you notice? Well, I did. So, I decided to share a special tale to them." he said.

"Right." Draco muttered.

"The Legend of the 12 letters." Hermione and Draco said at the same time.

"Well, the legend brought them to each other, like it did to you. They will be as happy as you are. Don't worry anymore." he smiled at the couple before floating away, thinking:

'The Legend of the Twelve Letters...the legend that was fake until they made it come true.' he smiled. 'This should be part of my subject...'

~40 more years later~

The aged Hermione Malfoy and her husband were sitting on the couch across the fireplace. Draco was reading 'The Daily Prophet' while Hermione was rummaging over the book of her grandson, Alexander Malfoy Potter. It was the latest edition of the new 'Hogwarts: A History', her favorite book back when she was just a school girl.

As she continued opening the said book, she found a certain chapter that awoke her interest. She was smiling as she read the chapter. "Finally, it became a part of the history." she whispered.

Later, her husband called her. She looked up and found the aged Draco Malfoy on their bed, lying while hugging pieces of old parchments. She smiled and stood up. She lay beside her husband and hugged the parchments as well.

She knew those parchments were the bridge that brought them to each other. The old, fragile parchments they took care for 63 long years.

"I love you, Hermione." Draco whispered raggedly.

Hermione smiled, "I love you, Draco." she replied before falling asleep with him and the letters.

The book she was holding fell on the floor and opened to the page she was reading.

The Chapter title was:

The Legend of The Twelve Letters.

A/N: That's the end! Sorry if it's a bit long and a bit boring. I finally finished this. Thanks for the support once again and even thought I can't name you all one by one, you know I'm very much thanking you with all my heart.

I'm going to work on another multi chaptered fic since I've finished this. I hope you support it as well.

Once again, thanks to all of you!

-theFALLINGauthor