A/N: Ohhhhh heyyyy guys, long time no talk.

But really, seriously, I am seriously SOOOO SORRY for taking literally over a month to post the LAST CHAPTER of a story. Omfg, soooo bad. Who does that!?

I have a few excuses: 1) School was totally killing me! :'( But yay it's the end of the semester now! 2) NANOWRIMO! For those of you who don't know that that is, November is National Novel Writing Month! So actually, what I was doing was loosely adapting this story into an original, non-fan-fiction work! It's actually pretty fun! If any of you guys are interested in reading it, it's called "Beer, Spaghetti, and Pharmaceuticals" over at . Username over there is also Kirbywow. :) If you would a link let me know!

3) I honestly had no idea how I wanted to end this! I mean, I always knew HOW it would end, I just...didn't know how to get here at all. It took me a LOT of thinking about it, and a part of me wondered if I would ever be able to finish it, but I'm sooooo glad I have now. I've decided to go the epilogue route. Hopefully you guys enjoy it!

Honestly, to everyone who has read this story, thank you so much. Like I am unbelievably touched by everyone who has followed this story from the beginning, I couldn't have done this without you. Writing this silly story has seriously like...unleashed a passion for writing I never knew existed. It's been a blast and I've loved every second of it. If any of you ever just feel like chatting or whatever in the future, feel free to throw me a message! I'd love to get to know all of you more! It's been so fun hearing from all of your over the past few months, I cannot express enough gratitude.

Also - A huge thank you to my best friend who sat down and read all of this and has been motivating me to write from the very beginning! She is my Luna :)

ONE LAST DEDICATION - Thanks so much to the person who has repeatedly spammed my reviews, calling me a nazi (?). Can't have a fanction without some old fashioned flaming, am I right?

Without further ado, enjoy the ending of Escaping the Monotony of Life :')

Five Years Later

"Ginny, I swear to god if you drop that I'm going to kill you."

"Then why don't you help me instead of standing there drinking bloody Firewhiskey?"

"Because it's funny watching you struggle."

Blaise's overgrown Shrivelfrig, the same plant Luna bought him over five years ago, wiggled around in the flowerpot. The sharp movements from the magical creature nearly sent itself flying from Ginny's arms, but she caught it just in time. The damn thing had a life of its own by now, growing even taller than Ginny, yet there she was…carrying the pot inside Blaise and Luna's new house while Blaise laughed from afar. As she passed her friend, who was standing on his brand new quaint white porch with a Firewhiskey in hand, she scowled bitterly at him.

"You're such a gentleman, you know?" She said, gently placing the lively plant by the doorway. Just as Blaise was about to take the last sip of the alcohol, she snatched it from his hand. "I think I deserve this."

"Hey!" Blaise yelped. "I was enjoying my very first drink in my new house, thank you very much."

"Yes, you were," she said, embracing the burning sensation down her throat. "And now I'm enjoying my very first drink in your new house."

"Ginny Weasley, you've been my best mate for five years now," Blaise said, putting his hand on her shoulder fondly with a wistful grin on his face, "and it still surprises me how much of a dick you can be sometimes."

"Don't worry, when I think about my friendship with you I often ask myself how I can be friends with such a nob."

"I'm glad we're on the same page," he said, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Shall I give you the grand tour?"

"You don't want to wait for Luna?"

"No, no. She's having a nap, she won't be here for a couple hours."

She followed him into the bright entranceway. The house was huge. Like, mansion huge. Maybe even manor huge? I guess that's what two ridiculously luxurious incomes will get you. Luna's magazine had not only remained the highest selling wizarding magazine in London, it was the top selling wizarding magazine in the entire world. Not only was her magazine taking over the world, she also had three autobiographies written about her. Some were saying she was the next Gilderoy Lockhart, you know, minus the extreme fraud, of course. But her name was one of the most well-known household female names in the wizarding world. But of course, she was still the same old humble Luna.

"You're such a nice fiancée, Blaise," Ginny said, tracing her fingers along the extravagant stone fireplace mantel. "Moving everything into gigantic this house all by yourself while you let Luna rest. She's a lucky girl."

"Well, you know, she wouldn't be much help moving boxes anyways," he chuckled. "Besides, you're helping me. Hey, have you heard anything from work yet?"

"No. Allen's in charge though so everything's probably golden."

"God, I love Allen. What a fuckin' life saver."

How had their potions business been going?

Well, let's just say, you couldn't walk into a store without finding their products. In fact, about two years after their factory and collaboration with Hogwarts, they became partners with George's Weasley's Wizards Wheezes! Their wide range of products spanned throughout all the ages; the fun, playful pranks for the teens and the boring healing potions for the elderly. Every member of the Weasley family was set for life. It was so lovely, not having to stress over her family's financial situation anymore. That said, despite their excessive wealth, Molly and Arthur remained happily in the Burrow. Too many memories resided in that house to ever leave.

They had really done it.

They were some of the youngest entrepreneurs in the wizarding world. And definitely the richest young entrepreneurs. All that hard work really paid off.

"Come on, let me show you the upstairs," Blaise said, leading her up the majestic staircase. God, she couldn't believe this was Blaise and Luna's house. Not because it seemed too glamorous for the couple, but because it was hard to believe her best friends were officially adults. Where the hell did the time go? It seemed like just yesterday she was standing on her balcony with Luna, Blaise, and Draco…drinking far too much beer, as Blaise made desperate attempts to get Luna's attention while Ginny subtly blushed every time Draco's hand grazed her knee. So much had changed since then.

Blaise stopped in front of a small, light yellow room across from the master bedroom. A large bay window let in a beam of sunlight giving the room a wonderfully cheerful vibe. Blaise waltzed towards the corner of the room, and put his hands on his hips as he stared at the empty corner space. "Yep. I think this will be the perfect spot for the baby's crib."

Ginny squealed and had to fight back the urge to burst out in tears. Nearly every time the baby got brought up she would shed tears of happiness. It happened so often Luna and Blaise would glare at her warningly anytime it was mentioned. "Blaise, oh my god, I cannot believe you're going to be a daddy!"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Ginny," Blaise said, running a hand nervously through his short hair with wide eyes. With puffed out cheeks and a huge sigh he said, "Me neither. Only four months away! Oh god, I'm going to be terrible. I can hardly take care of myself!"

"Blaise, shut the hell up," she said, putting her hands on his shoulders, shaking him out of his stressful state. "You and Luna are going to be the world's greatest parents, I have no doubt in my mind. And that baby is going to be the cutest thing that has ever fucking existed, if you and Luna happen to just hate parenting, don't worry I'll gladly take him or her off your hands."

"You say that now," Blaise said warningly, "but I'm going to remember that when it's 4 in the morning and Luna and I are sleep deprived. Don't be surprised if you wake up to find a baby on your doorstep."

"I would not object to that," she said, sticking her tongue out.

"I bet Draco would love that," Blaise chuckled. "Nothing a man loves more than a surprise adoption. Speaking of Draco, where the hell is that bloke? He was supposed to be here an hour ago."

Oh, Draco. Her perfect dream boyfriend of nearly five years. Okay, so perfect is an exaggeration. He was still the same neurotic, arrogant, sarcastic, sometimes a little emotionally messed up Draco that they all knew and loved. But holy, did she ever love that guy. He was her best friend, her partner in crime, one of the sexiest men under thirty in all of London (she loved pointing that out at any given opportunity), and they were so happy. Even after all these years, they were just as happy as they were from the beginning. Sure, sometimes Ginny wanted to strangle him for being horrible with his words, and sometimes he wanted to storm out of the room when Ginny would unleash her raging temper on him…but after so the many years they had figured out a great communicative system built on mutual respect and love. She wouldn't change a thing.

"I think he's still with Mister Kant," Ginny said, following Blaise out of the bedroom onto the elegant third-floor balcony overlooking a forest that had a certain mystical, enchanting aura to it. There had to be unicorns hidden inside. "I think we lucked out dodging that meeting. Mister Kant is getting a little senile in his old age. Draco comes home every night moaning about him."

"Draco's always wanker," Blaise said, tutting his tongue. He sighed, staring out onto the breathtaking view, shaking his head in disbelief. "Can you believe we own this place?"

"Not even in the slightest."

"So," Blaise said, wiggling his eyebrows at Ginny. "When are you and Draco gonna finally bite the bullet and get a place like this?"

Oh, the million dollar question that Ginny had been hearing for years. When are you and Draco moving in together? When are you getting married? When are you having kids? She loved the guy, but yikes, what was the rush? Now that Blaise and Luna were engaged and with child, the questions were coming even faster. Her mom would say, "Ginny Weasley, you had better give me a grandchild in my lifetime!" or Narcissa would say to Draco, "Draco, you know your father and I have always dreamt of seeing you get married…"

No pressure or anything.

Seriously, though, how do two business owners even have time to have a child, let alone find the time to plan a wedding? At least, that was what Ginny would tell herself. Well, she sure didn't feel ready to have a child, but maybe a small part of her felt ready to get married. Or at least move in with each other. But it was sooo small, it was so easy to ignore. Draco didn't seem like he was in a rush, but she never doubted his love for her, so what was the point of hurrying things? Regardless of whether they were married or not, she loved him and had no intentions on leaving him, so what was the point of giving some weird ultimatum? She never wanted to be that girl who says, "Hey, I want to be married by 28 or else…"

But really, she wouldn't mind being married by 28…it was still two years away. Kind of realistic? No point in getting her hopes up, though.

She swallowed her thoughts, and finally answered Blaise. "Come on, man, why is it such a big deal for us to move in together? We spend every night together anyways."

"Well, exactly," Blaise said, "I don't see why it would be such a big deal to just move all your stuff into one house and get rid of a key. Neither of you would even notice."

"Because, Blaise, we like to take things slooooow."

"Oh, believe me, I'm aware you two like to take things slow," he said laughing. You could see the nostalgia form in his dark eyes at the memories of her and Draco's once complicated relationship. "You two deserve an award for the slowest-moving couple in history."

"Slow and steady wins the race, my friend," she said. "Besides, I love my little flat and I don't want to leave it."

"Yes, because Draco's flat is such a dive."

The sound of the front door slamming shut echoed throughout the empty mansion, quickly followed by Draco's voice. "Blaise? Ginny? Are you here?"

"There's your lover boy now…" Blaise said with a cheeky grin and she shoved his shoulder. He yelled throughout the glass doors of the balcony, "Upstairs, mate!"

Quickly, Draco appeared through the door. He still wore his trademark suits, still had his platinum hair styled perfectly, and only looked better with age. Ginny would often curse him and Blaise for being men, claiming that it wasn't fair that the older men got the more sophisticated and handsome they would appear. Whenever she looked in the mirror she couldn't help but feel slightly weathered, even for the young age of 26. Running one of the hugest companies in the wizarding world was mentally taxing, and it showed on the fine lines around her eyes or the thinning of her hair. But Draco would always kiss her cheek and tell her she was just beautiful, if not more, as she was when they first started dating. Sure, she may not have fully believed him, but she loved him for saying it regardless.

He swooped through the door and pecked her on the top of the head before holding out his hand to Blaise, "Congratulations, mate. This place is fantastic."

"Oh fuck off, you twat," Blaise said, grabbing Draco's hand to pull him into a bone crushing hug. "Screw the formalities! I'm a fuckin' home owner!"

"Alright, alright," Draco said, trying to squirm away from Blaise's grasp. When he was finally released, he beamed at his best friend. "Seriously, though. You're living the dream. I'm so thrilled for you and Luna."

"God, I'm the luckiest man in the woooorld," Blaise said, slumping onto the empty balcony's floor. "I'm going to marry the most beautiful and incredible woman in the world and she's pregnant with my child! Four years ago, I never thought any of this would even be possible…"

"You're telling me," Draco snickered. "Before we started hanging out with Ginny you were chasing every girl with a pulse. Definitely thought you were going to be one of those fifty year old bachelors still dating twenty year olds."

"Pfft, like you're one to talk," Blaise said, clasping his hand on Draco's shoulder. "Before Ginny came around you were hitting on every waitress and model you set your eyes on, even if they weren't that pretty. Now look at you, spending your life with your best friend."

Draco and Ginny both blushed furiously, avoiding each other's eyes. Even if Blaise didn't outright drop the 'marriage' bomb, it was still obvious he was insinuating it. It didn't matter. They didn't need to discuss it. So long as she got to spend her life with Draco she would be happy…she didn't need a silly certificate saying they were bound together. She had no doubts.

"Hey, guys," the dreamy familiar voice of Luna rang through their ears as she made herself visible through the large glass doors. She yawned huge and stretched out her arms, her shirt raising to expose her enlarged belly as she waddled over to take a seat beside Blaise. Squatting down to sit on the ground was becoming difficult in her pregnant state. "Bloody hell, you guys are going to make me sit on the ground? I thought you were moving things!"

"Well, my darling, we got a little caught up taking a trip down nostalgia lane," Blaise said, wrapping his arms around her waist, lovingly patting her stomach. "How was your nap?"

"Marvelous, but I could have slept for another twenty-four hours," she said, another huge yawn escaping her mouth. "Pregnancy is miserable. You men don't know how lucky you have it."

"Hey, we have our own things to deal with as well," Draco said, pointing his finger at Luna. Ginny folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at Draco, giving a light scoff.

"Like what?"

"Like…" he said, trailing off trying to think of something as debilitating as pregnancy. "I dunno, impotency?"

Ginny and Luna both gave sarcastic laughs as Blaise shook his head disapprovingly. "Wrong answer, mate," he said.

"I think the only answer, while speaking to a pregnant woman," Ginny said, nudging her boyfriend playfully in the ribs, "is, 'nothing is worse than pregnancy and you're a queen for going through with it.'"

"Thank you, Ginny," Luna said happily, "And this is why you're my maid of honor and best friend in the entire world."

"It's not fair," Blaise said, his smile turning into a pout. "Just because Ginny's a girl you instantly get dibs on her for your maid of honor."

"Well, now I'm a little offended," Draco said, chuckling. "Am I that horrible to have as a best man?"

"Well, it's not that you're horrible or anything…" he said, tracing a circle on the balcony's floor. "You're just kind of a prat, that's all…"

"Well, babe, if you really want, you can have Ginny," Luna said, rubbing Blaise's knee, "but that means I get Draco in my wedding party. And he has to wear a dress."

"That is fine by me," Ginny said, giggling with Luna. "I think he would look lovely in a nice coral colour…"

"Ohh, and some cute diamond earrings?"

The two girls and Blaise giggled like schoolgirls as Draco sat there scowling. "That is not happening ever. Please, let's talk about anything else."

After a bit of laughter regarding Draco in a dress, much to his displeasure, Luna sighed whimsically as she stared at her best friends. Tears swelled in her eyes as she coughed out a sob, "I – I- I – "

"Luna, baby, what's the matter?" Blaise said, his face full of concern as he stroked her long blonde hair.

"I – I just love you all so much!" She wept, tears flowing freely down her face. Draco and Ginny exchanged quiet snickers which were thankfully covered up by Luna's loud wailing. "I'm too hormonal for this shit!"

"What shit?" Ginny asked, trying not to laugh. "We were talking about Draco in a dress!"

"No, this!" She waved her hands out wide, motioning to all of them. "All of us, sitting together on Blaise and I's new balcony. Why does it have to be o – o – on the balcony!?"

"What's wrong with the balcony?" Blaise said, also trying to hide his grin as he kissed the top of her head.

"Pretty much our entire friendship was spent on Ginny's balcony," she said, wiping her eyes before giving Blaise a teary smile. "Remember how you and I met on Ginny's balcony? I was doing yoga!"

"There's no way I could forget," he said, the memory flashing before his eyes as he smiled fondly at the sky. "You were the hottest chick I had ever seen in my entire life."

"Were?"

"Sorry, you are the hottest chick I've ever seen in my entire life."

"We did have a lot of memories on that balcony…" Draco said, wrapping his arm tightly around Ginny's shoulder. "Remember when we used to play that stupid Questions Game on it whenever Blaise and Luna would leave?"

"Yes," she giggled. "That was how I learned that you lost your virginity to Pansy Parkinson."

"Oh, great, of all the things you could bring it up, you bring up that."

"Hey, not all my memories out there were great," Ginny said, pointing her finger warningly but with a huge grin still plastered on her face. "Remember when I tried to kiss you and you shut me down? Oh, god! That was the single most mortifying moment of my life." She threw her face in her hands, still forever cringing at the humiliating memory.

"Hey, that sucked for me, too," Draco said, pulling her in tighter. "I had been dreaming of kissing you for weeks, then of course it happens, and I reject you and run away like a little girl."

"You guys are so cheesy," Blaise said, rolling his eyes.

"God, that all seems so long ago now…" Ginny said, tracing her thumb on Draco's hand.

"At least we all still hang out all the time," Blaise said. "Even once the baby gets here, we have to swear to get together at least once a month outside of work."

"Oh god, please," Luna groaned. "I'll be able to drink again once that happens. I can't tell if I'm more excited for the baby or a huge glass of wine…"

They all giggled at Luna's mock-misery before finishing their goal of moving Blaise and Luna into their new house. Several times before the task was finished, Luna would burst into tears, crying over how much she loved her new house or how appreciative she was for her friends. It was adorable, but damn, she did not make pregnancy look like a fun time.

They finished up they said their goodbyes, leaving Blaise and Luna to enjoy their first night in their glamorous house. When they stepped outside the huge oak doors, Draco put his hand on her waist and pulled her in for a tender kiss.

"What's that for?" Ginny asked, in between sweet pecks.

"I haven't had a chance to do that all day," he said, running his hand through her long red hair. Even after all those years, his touch still gave her butterflies.

She wiggled her eyebrows at him. "So, wanna go back to your place?" she asked suggestively, pulling his waist in closer and biting her lips. Normally, that response would be returned with him instantly apparating to her house, but this time he nervously pulled away and ran a hand through his blonde hair.

"Umm…actually, I was hoping we could go to your place if that's cool?"

"Yeah, sure, doesn't matter," she said, shrugging her shoulders. That was strange. They almost always went to Draco's. His bed was way nicer. "Why?"

"No reason," he said, looking away from her eyes. She frowned, feeling concerned by his weird body language. He was definitely hiding something…this behaviour was unlike Draco. Throughout their relationship, after that whole Fiona Incident, they vowed complete honesty. But he was totally hiding something. Was he gonna dump her and bail or something?

Deciding to ignore it, because there was nothing tackier than starting a fight right outside their best friend's house the first night they moved in, she begrudgingly grabbed his wrist and they both apparated away.

When they arrived at her front steps, Ginny felt quiet and nervous. Draco was visibly freaking out a bit, with his hands tensing up and a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Oh my god, he was totally going to dump her. That last kiss outside of Blaise and Luna's was a farewell kiss. Of course. It all seemed so obvious. No way was she willingly walking into her relationship's demise…if he wanted to dump her, he could do it right there on her porch in the cold. At least then she wouldn't have to forever have the memory of him dumping her in her living room burned into her skull.

"Erm, sh-shall we go inside?" Draco asked nervously as Ginny remained frozen, staring menacingly at the daunting door. Her jaw was clenched and her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest.

"….No."

"Umm…why?"

"Why should we?"

"Because that's normally what people do when they get home?"

"I don't want to go in."

"But…why not?"

She sighed and looked at him in his steel grey eyes, mentally saying goodbye to that blonde hair that she had grown to love so much. "Because whatever you have to say, you can say it to me right here."

"Umm…okay…?" he said, running his hand through his hair and he bit his lip. His hands were visibly shaking. "I'm going to at least open the door, okay?"

"No!"

"Come on, Gin," he said, sighing with frustration. "What's your problem? Why don't you want to go inside?"

"Because…" she said, her bottom lip beginning to quiver. "Because I don't want you to dump me…"

"WHAT?" He shouted, a grin slowly creeping up slightly mortified face. "Why the hell do you think I'm going to dump you?"

"'Cause! You don't want to go to your place and you're acting like a huge weirdo right now! Look at you, you're all sweaty and shakey! You're never like this."

"I'm acting like a huge weirdo?" He said, visibly trying to hold back his laughter as he admired his distraught girlfriend.

"Yes! We haven't come to my place in what, months? Obviously, you're leading me here because it's easier for you to bail after breaking up with me than kicking me out of your place."

"Ginny, I love you, but you're being insane right now," he said, laughter fully escaping his mouth by then. He put his hand on the doorknob. "At least let me open the door."

"Ugh – fine." She said in defeat, crossing her arms even tighter.

The door opened and inside her dark house was…

At least a hundred floating little candles illuminating the place with a beautiful warm glow. Her mouth dropped and her crossed arms loosened as her feet dragged her inside her cozy little house. What on earth was happening? It wasn't her birthday or her anniversary… did he fuck up and this was his way of apologizing? "Draco, wh-what's going on?" She asked, as she turned around to meet his eyes.

Except where his face should have been was just thin-air. For a split second, she was taken aback by him missing, but then her eyes slowly lowered. There, a foot away from her, was Draco-Fucking-Malfoy, on one knee, with a black felt box in his hand. The breath got trapped in her throat as tears sprung to her eyes, her hands reflexively waving her face just like every girl in every movie ever.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she squealed in between hyperventilating sobs, "this isn't fucking happening, oh my fucking god."

"Ginny Weasley," he said, all his teeth shining in the candlelight, tears even beginning to swell in his own eyes, "You are my best friend, my – "

"Oh my fucking god, I can't believe this is happening," she cried, having to turn her face away from him for a second to wipe the tears away.

He let out a small laugh as he continued again, "You're my best friend, and every day I ask myself how – "

"Oh my bloody fucking hell this is happening!"

"Ginny, I love you, but I have a speech planned," he snickered, grabbing her hands delicately. "Do you want to hear it or do you just want the ring?"

"No, no, no!" she said hurriedly, grabbing his hand tightly. "I want to hear the speech! I'll be cool, I promise!"

"Okay," he said, taking a huge breath. His eyes were completely watery now. She hadn't seen him tear up this bad since his father was in the hospital. Oh my god, she loved him so fucking much. "Ginny, I'm so in love with you it's crazy. You're my best friend in the entire world, and every day I ask myself how the hell I got so lucky to have you in my life. To be able to wake up beside you every morning, to drink coffee with you, to eat those delicious mint cookies you make whenever I'm having a shitty day…"

She let out another loud sob but managed to refrain from speaking again.

"Every single one of my favorite memories involves you. No, scratch that, just every memory with you is my favorite memory. Even all those times where you just hated me so much, I love every one of those memories because every moment, good or bad, has led us to where we are now."

Jesus, she had never cried so much in her damn life.

"I'll never forget the first time I realized I had feelings for you…Ginny, you changed me as a person. The moment I realized I liked you, something shifted inside me and I was a different man. Before you, I thought I would die alone. And like, I was fine with that because…I guess I didn't think there was any other option. But then I met you - I mean – when I really met you, and I just knew that you were the girl for me. And I don't believe in soul mates and all that trash, but I just knew that you and I together... I knew we would be perfect." He took a deep breath and opened up the small, velvet box. Inside was – oh god – it was the most perfect ring ever. It was so classy and elegant, with a rose-gold band. The diamond wasn't so huge that it would distract people, but it was certainly big enough that she could brag about it. "Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?"

Before even answering she threw her arms around him, totally bulldozing him into the ground, knocking the ring clean out of his hand. As beautiful as the ring was, all she cared about at that moment was kissing as much as him as humanly possible. "YES!" She cried, as she pressed her lips against his, "Yes, yes, yes yes!"

"Was that a yes, then?" He asked, pulling away from her just long enough to send that classic Malfoy smirk.

"Yes, you git!" She would never be able to kiss him enough. "Oh my god, we are getting married!" she shouted, staring into his grey eyes. If she went back in time and told her fifteen year-old-self that she would be marrying Draco Malfoy, she would have laughed. Possibly even vomited. But at moment, it seemed like there was no other ending to her love story. Draco was without a doubt the love of her life, her best friend in the world, and she couldn't imagine spending her life with anyone else.

"I love you so much, Weasley."

"Love you, too, Malfoy,"

THE END.

A/N: Oh my god, I've never actually been able to write "THE END" at the end of a story before. :'D. So satisfying.

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