A/N – Sorry for the delay in posting the epilogue, but unfortunately I've had no access to the internet for a few days. The internet went down on Thursday afternoon in a wide spread problem that affected most of where I live, and it didn't return until a few hours ago. Hopefully people will enjoy the epilogue, despite the delay in getting it to you.

Epilogue.

Nine Months Later.

Harry walked through the dark, dingy corridors of Azkaban, shivering at the cold temperatures inside the prison. As an Auror he was used to walking the corridors of the wizarding prison, but what he wasn't used to was visiting his best friend inside the walls.

Six months ago Ron had been sentenced to life in prison, but this was the first time his friend had agreed to see him. The rest of the family had visited him just after the sentencing, before he was transferred to the prison itself, but since he'd entered Azkaban he had refused to see anyone. Because of Ron's refusal to see anyone, Harry had been slightly taken aback to receive an owl from Ron asking to see him.

Entering one of the visiting rooms, Harry sat down and waited for the guards to bring Ron in. While Dementors still guarded the outside of the prison they weren't allowed inside the prison walls and the duties inside the prison were carried out by wizards who worked as prison guards.

Harry wasn't waiting very long, before Ron was lead into the room by two burly prison guards. After magically securing Ron to the chair opposite Harry the prison guards left the room, making sure Harry knew they were just outside and would be in the room the second he called for them if he required their presence.

"Ron." Harry greeted, studying his friend closely. Ron was underweight, with dark circles under his eyes and his hair was hanging limply in his eyes. All in all he looked to have been in Azkaban for longer than six months, he looked more like someone who had served a few years in the harsh prison.

"Harry." Ron's greeting was said with a tinge of bitterness, and Harry could see the anger burning bright in his eyes.

"I take it there's a reason you sent for me." Harry said. "After all you've been refusing to see anyone for the last six months."

"Why would I want to see people who've betrayed me?" Ron snarled. "I saw you all at the trial, playing nice with Hermione. You should have been supporting me, not her and that bastard she's with."

"It wasn't like that. No-one was against you, we were all just sticking together." Harry argued.

"Sticking together against me." Ron snapped. "You're supposed to be my best friend, and you picked Malfoy over me."

"I didn't." Harry shook his head. "Malfoy had nothing to do with this, this was all about you and the decisions you made. Like it or not Ron, you broke the law and there's no way on earth I could support what you did."

Ron made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat as he reached inside his prison uniform. Harry warily watched in case Ron pulled out a makeshift weapon, but he relaxed as his friend threw a newspaper down on the table. Harry glanced at the date, and seeing it was dated three days earlier, he knew exactly was in that particular edition of the paper.

"Where did you get that?" Harry asked.

He knew prisoners often received copies of the papers, either from their families or from the prison officers, but he also knew that Ron didn't do either. Ron had made it clear early on that he wanted no contact at all with his family, or anyone else, and Harry knew that he didn't engage with any of the other inmates or officers. He pretty much stuck to his cell, not speaking unless spoken to, and he never did anything unless he had to.

"Bloody Zabini." Ron spat. "He sent it in with one of the officers. It had a note attached, claiming he was just spreading the joy."

Harry remained silent, although he had to admit he admired Blaise's sneakiness in getting the paper to Ron. It had been rather sneaky of him to use one of the guards to pass his message along as he knew that Ron wouldn't receive the paper if it had been sent by regular mail.

"Pansy received a copy as well." Ron continued, unconcerned by Harry's silence. "She went berserk, I heard the commotion from my cell."

"I'm still not sure why you sent for me." Harry said. "What do you want me to do? It's not a crime to send someone a newspaper, even if you do know they won't like what they read inside."

"So you know what's in here." Ron said, flipping through the paper to the page he wanted. "Maybe then you could explain yourself." He said, shoving the paper at Harry.

Harry looked down at the article and accompanying picture. The article was about Hermione and Draco's recent wedding, and the picture was a group picture of all the guests. Among the guests were all of the Weasley's and Arthur had even given her away.

"It was my best friend's wedding." Harry answered. "The entire family was there, it was a great day."

"She's my wife." Ron snarled. "Why are my family, standing back and watching her marry Malfoy?"

"Hermione's not your wife, thankfully that sham of a marriage was ended months ago." Harry retorted, losing his cool. "And we were all there, because she's our family. You have no right to sit here and demand an explanation after all that you've done to her. You almost destroyed her Ron, but luckily you didn't and she's able to live the happy life she deserves. It's time you realised that you lost, you're stuck in here for the rest of your life while Hermione is sunning herself in the Caribbean with her new husband."

Shooting Ron one last scathing look, Harry stood up. It seemed that even nine months after everything had happened Ron still couldn't accept what he'd done was wrong. He'd never once apologised for his scheme, the only thing he did seem sorry about was the fact that the sleeping draught wasn't stronger and didn't knock Hermione out for longer which would have resulted in her capture. Even the guilt he'd initially felt when he realised what he'd put his family through faded as he saw them with Hermione at his trial and he ended up branding them all traitors.

"Goodbye Ron." Harry said to his friend in a final tone. He knew that once he walked out of Azkaban he wouldn't be returning again, this would be it and he would never see Ron again.

"Traitor." Ron hissed, before turning away from Harry.

Ron's final word to him echoed in his head as Harry left the visiting room and left Azkaban. It was sad it had to end this way, but Harry vowed to remember Ron as the good friend he had once been, not the bitter man he had become.

Hermione frowned as a shadow suddenly fell over her, blocking out the sunlight. She was currently lying on a golden beach on a small, private Caribbean island, trying to get a tan. Since the island was private and she and Draco were the only people present she had stripped off her bikini top and was lying topless.

"You're in my light." She complained, cracking open an eye and finding her husband hovering over her.

"I was just wondering if you needed any help applying your suntan lotion." Draco smirked, ogling Hermione's bare breasts. "You look a bit exposed, there."

"There's some in my bag, feel free to help but get out of my light." Hermione said, slapping Draco away. "I've decided I want an all over tan before we go home."

"It's not all over though, is it?" Draco said, sitting down next to Hermione and rooting around in her large beach bag. "You're still wearing your bottoms."

"Feel free to remove them as you're applying the lotion." Hermione retorted, flashing Draco a cheeky grin before settling back down on her towel and shutting her eyes.

A few seconds later Hermione squealed as she felt the cold lotion drizzling onto her chest. Looking down she found that Draco had poured a decent bit over her skin, far more than the small bit that was required.

"Oops, it looks like I got carried away." Draco smirked as he rubbed his hands in glee. "I best get rubbing."

Hermione laughed at Draco's enthusiasm as he began to vigorously massage the lotion into her chest and torso. As he spread the lotion over her exposed body, his strokes got slower and became more teasing in nature. By the time his hands reached her bikini bottoms, Hermione was well and truly turned on and couldn't wait for Draco to get her completely naked. Unfortunately for Hermione her husband was a tease and he proceeded to thoroughly rub lotion into her legs, before toying with the strings that tied her bottoms together.

"I thought you were taking those off." Hermione said impatiently.

"I'm not sure you need an all over tan." Draco said thoughtfully, as he continued to toy with the string of Hermione's bottoms without ever untying them.

"I really do." Hermione said. She was tempted to just remove the bottoms herself, but knew Draco's way would be so much more fun. "And I'd be ever so grateful if you helped me get one."

"How grateful?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"I'll let you have complete control for the rest of the honeymoon. Whatever you want to do, we'll do it. I'm all yours and you can do what you like with me." Hermione replied.

"I like that idea." Draco grinned as he slowly pulled at the strings of Hermione's bikini bottoms. "I hope you have plenty of energy, because I have a lot of plans for you and most of them are extremely active."

"Only most?" Hermione questioned, lifting her backside up slightly as Draco removed her bottoms and flung them over his shoulder. "Why not all?"

"Because as impressive as I am, I do need the occasional rest." Draco chuckled. "But don't worry, I'll still keep you busy enough so that when we go home you'll be thoroughly exhausted."

"At the rate you're going the only thing that will be exhausted is my mouth, from talking too much." Hermione teasingly retorted.

"I'm sure your mouth will be exhausted, but not from talking." Draco smirked as he bent down and engaged Hermione in a long, sensual kiss.

Hermione eagerly returned the kiss as her hands skimmed over Draco's body, pushing his shorts down and ridding him of the only clothing he was wearing. Wrapping her leg around Draco's waist Hermione pushed against him and managed to roll them over so she was on top.

"Oh no, you don't." Draco grinned, flipping them back over and pinning Hermione to her towel. "I'm the one in control, remember?"

Hermione nodded as Draco kissed her again, before he started his descent down her body. As Draco kissed his way down her body, worshipping every inch with his lips and his hands, Hermione let her mind briefly wander back over the last year. Nine months ago they had nearly been torn apart by Ron's lying and scheming but luckily their relationship was strong enough to prevail and now they were happily married. And in a few months' time they would be adding to their family, but that was a secret Hermione was planning on telling Draco later that night, for now she was content to revel in her husband's touch as they lay on the beach with the warm Caribbean sun overhead.

The End.