This has been a fun one to write, guys but it's come to an end. I appreciate all of the support and reviews more than you know. I hope you enjoy the little ending.

More Each Day

"I heard they've been secretly seeing one another for over a year now and his parents are going to disown him."

"I heard his parents wanted Astoria Greengrass for him."

"I heard they're already engaged."

"Well, I heard it's none of your bloody business."

The trio of witches jumped at Ron's barked interruption. They all paled before quickly scurrying away from the punch.

Ron rolled his eyes and glanced back at Harry and Ginny. Their eyes were trained on the dance floor where Draco and Hermione were now dancing. Well, if one could call it that. They'd returned from their little meeting at the fountain and he'd quickly swept her into a waltz. They'd not left the floor for the last three songs and now were swaying gently to a slower song. All the while, the crowd was abuzz with gossip about them.

"They look better together than I imagined," Ginny cooed.

Harry shook his head, amused. "If you like blonde ferrets." He flinched when she backhanded him across his chest.

"Behave, would you? Hermione deserves to be happy. I don't care who it is as long as they make her happy."

Ron shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose I'm fine with it for that reason. He's still a git though."

"Who is?" Lavender asked, joining them with a glass of wine in hand.

Ron gestured to the dancefloor and tried not to grumble. They were hardly even together for an hour and already he was making all of the other men look bad.

"They had better not get married before we do!"

He threw his head back with a loud groan. "I can't win tonight!"

On the other side of the ballroom, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy sat quietly observing the crowd. They'd not missed the moment their son emerged into the evening's fray with the muggleborn witch on his arm.

"She'll sully the Malfoy line," Lucius sneered.

Narcissa sighed and reached for her glass of wine. "You've done enough of that on your own, dear." She pushed to her feet and cast him a smug look. "It looks like Draco chose the rubies from the Black collection of family jewels. How fitting."

He glared at her back as she slid into the crowd. "I am an island," he muttered to himself.

Draco was oblivious to his parents bickering, too absorbed with the witch in his arms. She was a perfect fit. Her head rested perfectly against his shoulder while he swayed them. They'd lost rhythm of the song ages ago but he didn't care. She was warm and she kept wrapping her arms tighter around him.

It was a sign of things to come. The more he opened himself up, the tighter she held him. When he formally introduced her to his parents, she never let go. When she introduced him to her parents, she held even tighter.

Over the following eight months, he ignored the papers, constantly sticking their nose where it wasn't welcome. Public opinion appeared lukewarm which wasn't a total loss. Most accepted their relationship for what it was but that didn't stop a few of the more vocal people from questioning why she should choose him.

It didn't stop her from saying yes to his proposal. It didn't stop her from agreeing to a short engagement so that they could be married in time for Christmas.

Draco lifted his glass of champagne to his lips and nearly choked on the bubbly liquid when a hand landed roughly on his shoulder.

"Congratulations, mate!"

He cut a sharp glare at Blaise who was dressed in a muggle suit with traditional tails—a concession Hermione had requested for their blended wedding.

Before he could respond, Blaise stole his glass and downed the drink in two gulps. "You don't want too much of that. Won't be able to perform." He waggled his eyebrows for good measure.

"I'll perform just fine," he snarked in return.

Though the fear was within him that he wouldn't. The fear that he would disappoint her was always present and he wasn't sure it would ever disappear.

"She looks lovely," Blaise commented.

It was hard to look anywhere else but at Hermione who was moving across the dancefloor with her father. She'd forgone a veil, not liking the tradition. Her unruly curls had been pulled away from her face and the fading sunlight warmed her pale shoulders. Draco wasn't too proud to admit that he'd teared up upon seeing her coming down the aisle.

It was the smile on her face which sparked Draco's own. His mother had taken to her quite easy, though his father chose to remain distant. Hermione had loved the London townhouse when he showed it to her and he'd been pleased to learn that her parents weren't too far away.

He was determined to allow the glimpse of the life they could have together to become reality.

"Lovely wedding, Draco."

Draco and Blaise both looked down to find Luna Lovegood standing before them, a glass of sweet elf wine in hand. Her robes were a peculiar shade of green. One that Draco was certain he'd seen before. Her blue eyes sparkled with awareness.

"Thank you for coming," he responded automatically.

Luna's smile widened and there was a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. "I see you found your third option to be the most pleasing. I'm so glad you didn't talk yourself out of it." She held her glass up in salute. "Payment in full. Congratulations."

She skipped off, nearly literally, and began chattering with some of their old classmates.

Draco turned slowly and squinted at his best friend. Blaise lifted his shoulders in a shrug.

"You wouldn't have gone to her if I'd told you."

"You mean that..." he pointed to Luna and then dropped his hand. "I've been duped."

"No," Blaise corrected him with a grin, "you were shown what you needed to see. Don't complain now. You chose the right witch. Nothing else to be said for it."

He would have stood there and argued that but what was the point? He got what he wanted in the end. He got the witch that he knew would make him happy for the rest of his life. The perfect partner, her haughty know-it-all-ness, her obstinate bravery, and warm heart—she was the perfect package.

"You might want to get back to your new wife," Blaise grinned at him.

The word wife washed over him and a warm shiver worked up his spine.

"It looks like your mother is trying to break out the charmed tape measurers to measure her for a dress for her official family portrait. Her father looks confused as hell, too."

Draco snorted. "And my father?" He didn't bother to look himself.

"Still convulsing in the corner. Theo slipped him a firewhisky and he's nearly sloshed all of it on the table in his effort to avoid people coming up to congratulate him on his new daughter-in-law. Has he ever been around this many muggles at one time?"

Draco huffed but he wasn't surprised. It was a small mercy enough that his father hadn't caused more problems than he had. He'd tried to bar Hermione from being officially registered as a member of the Malfoy family in the Ministry's records. His mother had put her foot down, of course.

Hermione's insistence in keeping her surname had only irritated Lucius even more. When Draco announced that they would not reside at the manor and instead had opted to take up the London townhouse, the vein in Lucius forehead had protruded and never really relaxed. Whenever his mother spoke of their future children, Hermione blushed and Draco groaned but it was all worth it to see his father's skin pale to an ashen grey.

"Serves him right," Draco muttered.

He brushed past guests and friends, and stopped short of her and her father as the current song came to an end.

"May I cut in?"

"For the rest of our lives," Hermione quipped.

She kissed her father's cheek and took Draco's open hand. He twirled her in a circle before pulling her tight to his chest.

"Are you happy?" Draco asked.

A smile small curled the corners of her mouth and Hermione lifted a hand from his chest. She cupped his jaw before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. He'd wondered at first if the spark would ever fade. He'd been thankful to find it didn't.

"Very happy, Draco. And you?"

He glanced over her shoulder and spied Luna Lovegood speaking with Harry and Ginny Potter. She caught his gaze and lifted her glass of wine in silent salute again.

"More each day, Hermione."