A/N: Soooo hi guys. It's been a hot minute. Depression had me in its icy claws and I (almost) abandoned this story. But here it is! The last chapter! It's short, but cute. Hopefully gives some of you some closure for this cute little story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I make money from this fic.

May 4th, 2009 Hatley, England - Draco and Hermione's House

Hermione set the last box down in the living room, rubbing her back gently. Scorpius waved at her from his playpen and she smiled and waved back at him, looking up when Draco came out of the kitchen.

"That the last of it?" He asked, kissing her forehead. She nodded.

"We're not moving again for at least five years." she told him with a groan. "I'm tired of packing and unpacking."

They'd just bought their new home with the help of Draco's father, and Hermione was in love with it. It was a lovely eighteenth century cottage set on a half acre of land with a beautiful garden out back. There was a bright sunroom with built in shelving on one wall and Hermione and Draco already had plans to use one of the four bedrooms as a combination office/library.

Hermione looked up at Draco and kissed him. She knew she was a mess, but she didn't really care. This was their home. She couldn't have been happier in that moment.

"Hey, 'Mione?" Draco asked, frowning and looking around.

"Yeah?" she said, stretching her back a little and looking up at him.

"Have you seen my wand?" He asked. "I thought I sat it down somewhere, but I can't find it." He told her.

"It's in your back pocket." She told him, sitting down on their couch and pulling the a box toward her. She didn't even have to look up at him, she knew it was there.

He reached back and pulled it out, grinning at her. "You know, I'm not sure what I'd do without you." He told her.

"You'd be fine without me." She grinned up at him. "Probably not as organized, but you'd be fine. But I'm glad you appreciate me."

The doorbell rang then, and Hermione looked up, confused. They weren't expecting anyone until later, when Harry and Ginny were supposed to come help unpack.

"Sweetheart, could you get that?" Draco asked, wandering back into the kitchen.

"Yeah, of course." Hermione said, standing back up. She made her way to the front door, stepping over and around various boxes and totes. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she opened the door. "Oh, hello?" She asked, her voice laced with confusion.

"Delivery for a Mrs. Malfoy?" The man at the door said, holding out a bouquet of orange flowers.

"Oh right, um… yeah. I'll take them." She said, holding out her hands for them. She signed the clipboard and handed it back. Closing the door with her foot she made her way to the kitchen. "Hey, Draco?" She called. "Someone sent your mum flowers here to the house. What should I do with them?"

"What makes you think they're for Mum?" He asked, trying to hide a grin.
"Because the delivery man said 'Mrs. Malfoy.'" She said, rounding the corner and looking up at him in confusion.
"Is there a card?" He asked, moving over to her and putting a hand on her waist, looking for a card with her.
"Yeah, here it is." She said, pulling the card off of the plastic holder. She read it quickly and felt tears spring to her eyes.
"Well, what does it say, love?" He murmured, kissing her temple.
"It says, 'Hermione, you taught me how to love again. The best thank you gift I can think of is my last name. Will you marry me?'" She looked up at him, setting the vase of orange roses down. "Draco, you want to marry me?" She whispered.
"I've wanted to marry you for a long time, love." He murmured, pulling a little white box out of his pocket. "Been carrying this around for a month waiting for the right time."
"You could have just asked, you know." She chuckled, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"I could have, but then I wouldn't get to tell you about these flowers." He told her. He pulled out the ring- just a simple yet beautiful solitaire diamond on a rose gold band- and placed it on her finger.

"Just before Astoria passed, we were talking about the future. She knew she wasn't going to be able to take care of Scorp. She knew her curse would take her. She told me, then, that she wanted me to move on. She told me that when I found someone that made me happy again, someone that was special-" He wrapped his arms around her. "To buy her orange roses, as a thank you from her."
Hermione turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. "That means so much to me," She murmured into his neck. "I've always been afraid that I wouldn't live up to Astoria, that I'd always be second best. But I've never felt more loved, Draco. From you and Scorpius."
"I asked Scorp how he'd feel about you sticking around before I asked you," He told her, grinning.
"Oh, did you?" She asked, her eyebrows shooting up. "You let the toddler decide if I should stick around or not?" She giggled.
"I did." He grinned widely. "And do you know what his response was?" he asked, leading her back into the living room where Scorpius was playing in his playpen.

"Hey, buddy," Draco said, picking him up. "What do you think about Hermione living with us?"

"Yes!" Scorpius squealed.
"And do you want her to leave?" He asked. Scorpius's eyes got big and he shook his head.
"No, no, no!" He said, reaching out to Hermione as if she may leave right then.
Hermione chuckled, pulling the little boy into her arms and hugging him tightly. "I'm not going anywhere, Scorp." She giggled. "I'm staying right here with you and your Daddy. How's that sound?"
"My 'Mione." He said, hugging her neck tightly. Draco smiled at the two, placing a hand on Hermione's back gently.

"You know, you never answered me." He chuckled. "Will you marry me?"
Hermione looked down at Scorpius, then back to Draco. "Of course I'll marry you." she told him. "I love the two of you too much." She kissed the top of Scorpius's head before setting him back down in his playpen.
Draco pulled Hermione into his arms, kissing her. "I love you more than anything." He told her.
She looked up at him with a smile on her face. "I can't believe this all started with a glass of whiskey and a bad night." She told him.
"Remind me to send Weasley a thank you card instead of a wedding invitation." He chuckled. "Come on, love, let's finish up the kitchen and living room. Harry and Ginny are supposed to be bringing the boys over later."

Hermione pecked him once more on the cheek before moving back to the boxes in the living room. She looked around her new home with a content sigh. Finally, all was well.