Originally, this wasn't meant to have an epilogue, but it had such a bittersweet ending that I wanted to give a glimpse of their future together. As of six minutes ago, it's Saturday and I'm ready to check this as complete.

All my love to mcal, and a whole lot of people who cheered me on for a year, which is no easy task.

Draco

His mobile vibrated in his pocket, and a slow smile curved his lips. Draco knew without a doubt it was Hermione asking where he was. "Straight to the grocer after your shift, and then straight home," she'd told him earlier that morning.

Of course, he'd agreed, but there was just one thing he needed to take care of first.

Flourish and Blotts was around the corner from their home, a cozy brick two story that she'd fallen in love with two years earlier. Even now, he could vividly recall how much she had loathed living in a flat. There had been enough room for the three of them, but she moved as if she felt caged.

And then she and Scorpius had brought home a new friend.

A four-legged friend to be precise.

"Oh, Cerberus won't get very big." Hermione had promised, though now he knew that slight tilt to the corner of her pretty mouth had meant she was lying.

In two months, Cerberus had nearly doubled in size, and while Draco had already had his suspicions, Hermione admitted he was a pure-bred Mastiff. Adopting a pet had played a large role in searching for a new home, and as luck would have it, they found a house that met their needs, and had a large, enclosed yard for him to run.

He knew that most likely, Hermione was sitting on the porch while Scorpius threw chew toys for Cerberus to catch. Or maybe they were playing tug of war, and sometimes when their son was lucky, Cerberus seemed to let him win.

In the beginning, Draco had worried that a large dog would be difficult to manage with a young child, but Hermione had carefully taught Scorpius manners when it came to dealing with dogs. Cerberus had spent weeks in a training program—though Hermione had wanted to do it herself, but at the time had been wrapped up in deadlines—and Draco's worries easily melted away.

Pulling his mobile from his pocket, Draco smirked. He would return her call as soon as he left the shop, but she was too clever for him to risk her realizing what he was up to. Draco swiped his purchase from the section for new releases, and made his way to the clerk.

As he slid his card, she said, "I stayed up all night reading this. I loved it."

"I'm sure my wife will be thrilled to hear it."

Her mouth dropped open. "You mean…?"

He nodded, pointing to the name at the bottom. "Hermione Granger is actually Hermione Malfoy, but she tells me that I didn't write the book so my bloody name isn't allowed on it." Draco chuckled.

Eyes brightening, the girl giggled. "Would you mind telling her how much I enjoyed it?"

Hermione would lose her mind.

Hopefully that would make her forget that he'd forgotten to grab ice cream—and he had just realized it himself. "I'll be sure to do that. Thank you."

Hermione

Scorpius stared at her, and all she could see was white.

Flour blanketed the kitchen, their faces, and Cerberus, and he swiped it across the floor as his tail swished back and forth. She broke down into giggles as she ran her thumb under his eyes to clean up the flour. "We look ridiculous."

"Yeah, but it was fun." Scorpius giggled. He reached up and ran his finger down her nose. "You're covered."

The door opened, and it was all she could think that of course it was now that Draco finally came home. "Before you scold me, I did forget the ice cream, and I'm sorry—what happened here?" He paused in the doorway.

"You forgot my ice cream?" Hermione echoed.

"You're in for it now." Scorpius said.

Draco snorted. "Let's focus on the fact that the kitchen is covered in flour first. How did that happen?"

Hermione looked at Scorpius, and sighed. "I dropped a bag of flour. It went, well, poof and I think you can piece the rest together yourself. We thought we might try our hand at baking."

He closed the distance between them, and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Oh? Do you think you'll be trying again?"

Scorpius gagged at the display of affection. "Gross! Don't kiss my mum in front of me."

Grey eyes met hers—nearly the same shade as his father's—and Hermione grinned. "Why don't you go clean yourself up?"

"Can I give Cerberus a bath outside?"

"Oh, yes," Hermione laughed. "Go ahead because I certainly don't want to." She watched as Scorpius raced toward the glass door that led into the backyard, and the white footprints—plus the paw prints—that led to it. "You know, sometimes I can't believe it's been five years since you came into my life, and made me see everything I was missing."

His hands framed her face, and he smiled. "It doesn't always feel real, does it?"

Hermione shook her head. "I've never quite gotten used to Scorpius calling me his mum. Still makes my eyes water sometimes." She nuzzled her cheek into his hand. "What took you so long?"

He held up his hand, a plastic sack dangling from his fingers. "I meant to do this earlier this week, but I thought," his voice dropped to a murmur as his lips skimmed the shell of her ear. "You might appreciate it more today."

She lifted an eyebrow, and then she recognized the shop's logo on the side. "Did you buy me a book for Valentine's Day?" Hermione grinned.

"No," he grumbled, reaching into the sack. "I bought your book for Valentine's Day."

Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Gripped easily in her hand was the book she'd spent so many agonizing nights over trying to convince herself that she could do it at all. "Why?" she asked breathlessly. "You know that story from cover to cover, Draco. I seem to remember us discussing it until both of us were sick of it."

Draco opened the book, and flipped forward a few pages. "Will you sign my copy?"

With shaking hands, Hermione took it from his hands. "You have such a flair for dramatics." She ignored his snort. "Have you read the dedication yet?"

"I haven't. You told me that you wanted me to wait."

Scorpius' laugh echoed in the backyard, and they heard Cerberus bark.

Clearing her throat, Hermione said quietly, "For Draco and Scorpius Malfoy—who taught me everything I know on how to love, and how to be loved in return." She grabbed a pen from the counter, giving a soft laugh as she realized she was still covered in flour. Hermione signed her name and laid the book on the counter. "I love you so much."

Draco's lips crashed down on hers, and he walked her backward, hands settled on her hips. "What are the chances that we can send Scorpius to play with Potter's kids? They're right down the street."

"Harry and Ginny left those two with Molly. You're out of luck, Malfoy."

The door slammed open, and Hermione lost her footing. Draco fell with her, and all she could hear was Scorpius' laughter as Cerberus jumped on them.

"Dog pile!" Scorpius yelled.

Hermione looked at Draco. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"You know, I would rather you be the one kissing me rather than—" Draco started as Cerberus licked a long strip up the side of his face. "Oh, that's just gross."

Scorpius peeked over his father's shoulder, sticking his tongue out. "What's so special about today? Valentine's Day is gross."

With any luck, Hermione thought wryly, he would continue to think girls were gross too for some time yet.

"I met Hermione on Valentine's Day." Draco said, his features softening. "One of the best days of my life."

"Yeah, after you had me." Scorpius rolled his eyes. "Will you tell me about how you met? And about…how you met my mum too?"

Hermione rested her head against the floor despite the flour. "Yeah, we'll tell you all about it. Anything you want to know."

I know it hasn't always been easy to wait for updates as I got behind, but I'm forever grateful for everyone who followed along! I hope you've enjoyed this story from me. My next stories that I'll post will be in a couple of months. I have a Draco/Hermione/Theo triad multi-chapter, and I am *hopefully* trying my hand at a marriage law dramione. That's all from me.

Until next time!