Waking, still wrapped in fine silk with a warm hard body curled around her, Hermione flinched away from the memories crashing behind her clenched lids: visceral visions of how she'd totally and utterly fucked things up the night before.

Draco shifted behind her, his hand curling around her waist and face nuzzling into the curls splayed over the pillow. She chuckled and turned in his arms, peeking up at him through puffy eyelids.

"Doesn't my hair bother you?"

"Yes," he said around a yawn, tightening his hold on her. "But, it's become almost another person in our relationship, and I find that in order to be next to you, I must tolerate it."

A surprising laugh pushed past her lips and she batted as his chest, pulling herself from his arms to sit on the edge of the bed. But again, a heavy weight settled on her shoulders and she felt her very soul sag.

"It's going to be okay, love. He'll get over it." Draco moved behind her, resting his forehead on her exposed shoulders. Since she'd explained the volatile situation the night before, he'd been careful of how he touched her. Holding her as she cried herself to sleep, but never kissing her, not even a single straying touch, and for that, she was thankful.

What she'd had with him was special, something she would never forget, but it was over. Especially if she wanted to patch things up with the only Malfoy she was about to have left.

Left.

Hunching under the weight of a tangible pain, her gut twisted and her chest tightened until her breath was only coming in tight wheezes.

He was going to leave her.

Soon.

"I'm going to shower," she croaked, quickly rushing for the bathroom and pressing the door shut, resting her forehead against it as she sucked in greedy lungfuls of air. From the other side, she could hear a muffled groan followed by footsteps leading out of the bedroom and her heart splintered, a piece of it going with him.

xXx

Freshly showered, Hermione stared at herself in the foggy mirror. Splotchy pink cheeks and sodden curls stared back at her. Long gone was the pretty, done up witch from the night before.

After drying her hair and applying minimal makeup to ready herself for the day ahead, she left the bathroom. Slipping into a comfortable pair of denims and her favorite jumper, she exited to the front room, finding Draco at the window, handing a treat to an owl before it quickly flew off into the late Sunday morning light.

"Did something arrive?"

He turned, eyes misty and a weak smirk on his lips. Shaking his head, he rose to stand, and she noticed that he'd changed into the same outfit he'd worn when he'd arrived. "No, sending something off."

"Are you—" Her throat closed, unable to speak the words into existence. Tears pricked the back of her eyes and she supposed she ought to just get used to being a tear-stained wreck for the foreseeable future.

Lips quirking in that way only his could, he held his arms out for her. "It's time, love."

But her feet were rooted to the floor and she fought to keep from sobbing as she buried her face in her hands. "It's—it's too soon. You could stay the day and leave tomorrow. I could take you to the Ministry myself and make sure you get back—"

"Oh, love," he crooned, crossing the room to band his thick arms around her. Pressing his lips into her hair, she felt her tears stain his shirt. "It'll be alright. Don't worry about me. Although, I admit, I'm going to miss you. I forgot how tenacious and fiery you were before—you still are, by the way, just not always at me." A throaty laugh rumbled from his chest and into hers as she buried her face deeper, sucking in the familiar scent of him.

"I don't want to lose you," she cried, breaths broken and ugly as she wrapped her arms around him. "You're such a stupid prat. You come back here and make me fall in love with you and then just… then just… leave."

"I was never meant to stay, love." His lips brushed her temple before he rested his chin on the top of her curls. "Besides, you've got stuff to do. You've got a man to win back, a corrupt Unspeakable to put into Azkaban, and I—well, I've got a wife who needs me. And I very much need her."

Cradling her cheeks between his palms, he tilted her face up to his, studying her with a deep reverence. She brought her hands up to wrap around his forearms and felt the static of their magic flare to life. Gasping, her eyes locked on his.

"We do that sometimes when we have to part. Our magic doesn't like it when we're separated—it can always tell when we say goodbye."

"I don't know how to be without you," she confessed, lashes fluttering shut as fresh tears tracked new courses down her cheeks.

A soft snicker chased his breath as he kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose. "You don't have to, Hermione. Take some solace that in two decades, and for as many decades as we're allowed after that, I love you exponentially more. This isn't the end, love, it's the very beginning."

"I love you, Draco," she breathed, reaching up for his face and pressing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. As she pulled away, he turned, catching her lips and deepening what she'd started, winding his arms around her waist, breathing hope into her lungs.

Their lips moved frantically against each other, saying goodbye with press after press, tears coating their lips. Sucking in a sharp breath, they parted, foreheads resting together as she watched a few wayward tears stripe down his cheeks. "You know, after I heard what an absolute git I was last night, I promised myself not to cross any more lines. But maybe he'll give me this last one." He smirked, pressing a final, lingering kiss to her lips and she couldn't help but sob as he backed away, her fingers slipping from his chest.

An endless ache built in her chest as he made his way to his cloak on the back of the chair. "What if Cecily arrests you?"

Snorting, he closed his cloak around him and gave her a wink. "I've a Portkey and a letter telling her to fuck off that I plan to leave on her desk. It's Sunday, no one will be there and I'll be landing right next to the Tempus Motus. Perks of being married to Hermione Granger and best mates with Harry-bleeding-Potter."

Smiling weakly through a trembling jaw, she wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. "I'll miss you."

"Go find me, love. I'm not that far away." He paused, breath catching as his eyes rimmed with tears yet again. "I'll miss you too, more than you could possibly know." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small handkerchief and grinned at her. "Love you, Granger."

"I love you, Malfoy."

Brushing his finger against the knick-knack, he was tugged away, leaving behind only a soft pucker of magic and a hollow feeling in her chest.

Yesterday, she had two Draco Malfoys. Today, she had none.

xXx

She wallowed a good bit, as was her prerogative she surmised. It'd been a truly terrible twenty-four hours and a good bit of pure, unadulterated self-loathing seemed just the cure. Before she knew it, the sun began to dip below the horizon, signaling the end of the day, and with a hazy sort of recollection, she realized that she'd not yet eaten.

Pulling herself up from the center of the bed where she'd curled in on herself for the afternoon, she found her limbs heavy and useless, weighing her down. Slipping on her boots, she stepped into the Floo, calling for Number Twelve Grimmauld Place as the green flames stole her away.

xXx

If the looks on Harry and Theo's faces were anything to go by, then she looked like absolute shite.

"Fucking hell, Hermione." Harry rushed to her side, wrapping an arm around her and guiding her to the sofa. "You look like—"

"Yes, Harry." She held up her palm, quieting him before he put his foot in his mouth. "I know."

"You okay, Granger?" The simple use of her surname brought forth a fresh round of humiliating tears and, after kicking off her boots, she curled her legs up under her and tucked herself into Harry's side.

"No."

"And you still can't talk about it?" Harry pressed, brows tugging together. "I assume it has to do with one or two Malfoys."

She tried, but her lips froze as tears welled in her eyes and she finally just collapsed further into his arms.

The boys shared a look; Harry pulled a soft throw over her legs and Theo disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a pint of chocolate ice cream and a glass of red wine, which he offered with a sad smile.

After demolishing the pint of ice cream—and the rest of their bottle of wine—Hermione fell asleep, waking only slightly when Theo leaned down to kiss Harry goodnight, offering to bring her up to their guest room, which her friend declined. She drifted back off to the constant thrumming of Harry's heartbeat and the soft roar of the fireplace.

When she woke, it was nearly ten o'clock at night. Harry was still knocked out, head fallen back and lips parted as his snores filled the room. She chuckled and shook him gently awake; she should have known better, he woke in full Auror mode, wand trained on the door as he mashed his crooked glasses on his face.

"Merlin, Harry, it's just me." A dry laugh fell from her lips as she shook her head. "I'm going to go…"

"What? No. Stay! We're happy to have you—"

"No, I need to go. First, I'm starving and second, you should go up and be with Theo. I'll be alright. Might take tomorrow off though. See you Tuesday?"

Harry stared down at her, still wary as he blinked the sleep from his eyes, but he eventually nodded. He wrapped her in a hug before waving goodbye outside Grimmauld.

After purchasing an unhealthy amount of Chinese takeaway, Hermione found a secluded corner and Apparated just down the street from her flat. The walk sobered her, cold air biting at her cheeks and she felt a sad sort of resignation settle into her bones.

Hermione Granger had never been one to believe in the art of Divination, but staring up at the inky black sky peppered with stars, she had to allow herself some small bit of hope that Draco was right, that they were inevitable.

Climbing the rickety stairs, she fumbled for her wand, eyes finally lifting and catching on the blond leaning against her door. Every fibre of her being began to tremble as she made her way down the hall, the heavy thudding of her footsteps finally drawing his attention.

Stopping just a few paces in front of him, she sucked in a shaky breath and smiled tightly. "Malfoy?"

There was a definite air of annoyance about him, a pull to his brow and a hard edge in his silver eyes that Hermione was far too familiar with. "Granger. Got a minute?"

"Sure," she squeaked, suddenly far too aware of how she must look, wrinkly clothes and swollen lids. Trying her best to quell the shaking of her hand as she unlocked the door, she gestured for him to enter and then set the food on the counter, stomach-lurching as she thought of the sesame chicken buried inside.

"Anyone else here?" Malfoy asked, voice tight as he stood tall and rigid near the door.

Clearing her throat, she pulled her curls up on the crown of her head, a vain attempt not to look such a fright, and shook her head. "Um, no. No, he went back this morning."

"I suppose that's why you look you've been crying all day? Sad your boyfriend left?" His tone had that nasty jeering quality that she hated and her nose wrinkled at the sound of it.

Massaging the throbbing in her temples—from wine too early in the day or Malfoy's petulant little temper, she wasn't sure—she closed her eyes and let out a long breath. "I'm sad for lots of reasons today, Malfoy. Honestly, I haven't eaten and I'm exhausted, so maybe you could just drag me a bit later in the week?"

There was a long beat of silence and finally Malfoy stepped forward, pulling a folded letter from his robes and holding it up in the air. "Have you read this?"

Slowly, she pulled up to look at the missive pinched between his fingers, his eyes scrutinizing her every move. "How would I know? I don't know what it is."

"Did you tell him to write it?" There was an edge accusation in his tone and it made her bristle.

"I don't know what it is," she repeated slowly, eyes narrowing. "But no, I didn't tell anyone to write anything that I can recall. If it's something for work, maybe I did last week? I don't know—"

"It's from me. Well, me in twenty years, it would seem." He took a few more pointed steps forward, dropping the folded parchment in front of her. Her parchment, the lovely heavyweight stock that she was so fond of it with a slight pearly sheen to it. Dragging her finger across the neat scrawl, her lips quirked in a sad smile. "G'on—read it."

Staring at it for a long moment, as if expecting it to somehow transform into a howler that Malfoy wrote just to scream at her some more, she finally found the nerve to pull it open. Tears slipped through her lashes as she read.

Morning Malfoy,

Bet you're curious as to why you're receiving a note in your own penmanship, eh mate? Well, by now you know it's me—or well, you. I realize that I've made some errors in all this, but while I do (kind of) regret shagging your future wife, I also know the women you've been shagging in recent years, so I find that my sympathy is rather thin.

Currently, our witch is heartbroken. Not only is she losing me, but she's quite certain she's lost you as well. And for that, I simply can not stand. She is, for lack of a less kitschy term, your soulmate and losing her over something as ridiculous as this would be a grave error.

Maybe not for you—at least not yet—but she's everything, mate. She's the sun and the moon and all the bleeding stars. She changes you and challenges you and loves you more unconditionally than we ever thought possible, or deserve, if I'm being honest. So you see, I had to come back to save her.

I was losing her, watching her wither and forget me. And you know all too well how stubborn we are, I couldn't let that happen.

When I arrived back here, I was on a mission. I just wanted to get this bleeding necklace and get back to my wife. But, as always, Hermione Granger happened. I forgot how much I adored her when she still hated every breath I took, although some days she still does. I forgot how she looked before life had thrown us some of the hard shite.

Listen, I know she's meant to be yours, but once—she was mine. I was twenty-three and pining for the girl I was sure I'd ruined all my chances with. I was desperate for moments of her time, so much so that I was also doing Potter's reports just so I'd get to sit with her for a pint, knowing I was in for a night of scowling and innocent little insults. I'd walk by her desk half a dozen times a day, hoping she'd look up from her work, but also, strangely okay if she didn't, just so I could stare an extra minute. So you see, we are not so different you and I.

There are things you inevitably won't get to experience organically now, and for that I am sorry. But, even so, I hope you take her to the Chateau in France and let her crawl in your lap and snog you after a bit too much wine. The first time you make love to her, hell, try and show me up, kid. You've got a lot more flight time left in your broom than I do.

And learn from some of my mistakes—yeah? Take her on a proper honeymoon, even if she fights you, and Merlin, let the woman adopt however many cats she wants. (I assure you, the witch can hold a grudge for years to come, and she never stops finding new and creative ways of reminding you of all the cats she never got to take home.) And, when you find out you can't have kids, don't let her give up. The witch was meant to be a mother and she'd be a hell of a good one.

Lastly, don't take it slow and don't fuck this up, Malfoy. You've loved her far too long to let her go now. If you want to blame someone, blame me for being the charming son-of-a-bitch we've been all our lives and wanting to remember my wife as she was.

It's the truly troublesome thing about time… the more you use of it, the more you want. And in any reality, any timeline, any universe: I want more time with Hermione Granger-Malfoy. Until no other options exist, I'll keep fighting. I hope you do, too. She's worth it.

D. Malfoy

P.S. And just in case your keen Slytherin eye is still unsure if it's really you: first you're a git, and second, that pot of Amortentia sixth year smelled like the fresh grass of a Quidditch pitch, new heavy parchment, and cinnamon. Take care.

Swallowing through an impossibly tight throat, Hermione raised her misty gaze to him. He was no longer scowling, his gray eyes almost pained as he stared back at her, his lips pulled down.

"Granger, I can't speak for any other me than the one I am today. However, I do know it's fucking weird that you slept with me, but I haven't slept with you. I think it's insane that you accepted my invitation with intent to rob me of my family's ancient magical artifacts, and I think you're positively mental if you don't realize that I've been mad over you for years."

The world stopped, time ceasing to exist in the moment that followed. Her heart, which had been thudding uselessly all day, quickened, beating to a new, frantic rhythm.

"So, yeah. I'm pretty fucking pissed, but if that letter says anything about who you and I are, and who we're meant to be, then it seems we'll probably be pissed at each other a fair amount. Which, I'm perfectly able to handle if you are."

A watery laugh burst past her lips and she covered her face with her hands, shaking her head in pure and utter disbelief, before dropping her palms back into her lap. "You're insane if you want to be involved with me. I'm an absolute wreck and I'm really quite stubborn and almost always right—"

With unsurprising quickness, his hands caught her damp cheeks between his palms, in a moment so painstakingly similar to that morning. Staring up at him, she found fewer wrinkles, his hair more blond than silver, but the same gray eyes, sparkling with mischief and adoration. Tracking his thumbs over her cheekbones, he studied the curves of her face as if she were the only thing tethering him to the planet. "Want to give this thing between us a shot, Granger?"

Before she'd nodded once, his lips were on hers, kissing her slowly, tentatively, learning her still. His hand moved to cradle the back of her head, tugging her hard into him before suddenly letting her go.

Panting and blinking back at him, she scoffed out an indignant little noise. "That's it?"

Rolling his eyes, he shrugged from his cloak and tossed it over the counter, then began pulling small white containers from the brown paper bag. "You said you were hungry, you twit. I'm not going to ravish you on an empty stomach. Merlin's sack, did you buy all this for yourself?" A mocking brow lifted high on his forehead and she swatted at him before stealing back her food.

"None for you if you're going to be cheeky, Malfoy." Sticking out her tongue in the most immature way possible, she turned for her silverware drawer only to stutter to a stop as he rushed up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, a familiar chuckle tickling her curls. "So, there will be ravishing?"

His teeth brushed against the thin skin of her neck as he grinned, a laugh rumbling through him. "Oh. There will be many, many ravishings. I've got to show that old sod up, don't I?"

Biting down on her lip, she turned in his arms, staring up at him with a challenging smirk. "That'll be hard to do, Malfoy. You've learned quite a bit about what I like in the next twenty years, topping it might take a lot of practice."

Masking his features into a playful glower, he plucked the container of food from her hand, tossing it unceremoniously onto the counter. Quicker than she thought possible, he slung her over his shoulder and marched across her flat.

"Malfoy!" Her giggles chased away all memories of her tears as he swatted at her bum and carried her towards the bedroom.

"You've brought this upon yourself, witch. Your ravishing has been moved up to now since I've so much to learn. It seems it'd be best if we start right away."

Falling back on the duvet, laughing as Draco crawled over her and captured her mouth in a slow kiss, she reckoned that dinner had waited this long. Surely, it could wait a bit longer.

xXx

Blinking into the bright sunlight of early morning, she once again felt a familiar arm draped along her middle. Half-eaten cartons of Chinese takeaway still sat open on her end table, picked through after the first bout between the sheets and stowed there before Draco had disappeared between her thighs with a smug smirk.

Stirring behind her, she felt his palm close around her bare breast and his erection press against her bum. Throughout the night, they'd found each other again and again in the darkness, sleeping only in short spurts. While she was happy to report he had nothing to prove to anyone and very little to learn, he didn't seem to feel the same way, desperate to flood her body with as many orgasms as possible before the sun rose.

Wiggling her bum against his lap, she rested back into him with a loud yawn. "It's Monday," she mused, chuckling as his lips trailed up the long column of her exposed throat. "I'd already decided to Floo in sick, but you're going to be late."

Shifting her onto her back, he quickly crawled on top of her, settling between her thighs. The tip of his cock kissed her already slick folds and her lips parted, sucking in a sharp breath as he inched inside her. "I was thinking of doing the same," he managed gruffly, sighing in relief when he was buried fully inside her. "I'm far too busy to be bothered with work on a day like today."

With a grin, she pulled his mouth to hers, tongues tangling and brushing as he pumped languidly inside her. He seemed to be in no rush at all, his hands slowly mapping out new explorations over every curve and dip in her body.

"Do you think we'll ever get tired of this? Even in twenty years?" he panted, rolling his hips with his cock still deep inside her and seating her on his lap.

Curls fell in a thick canopy around them as his palm skimmed up her belly and he massaged her breast. Low pleasured cries slipped over her tongue as she rocked her hips back and forth in sporadic bursts, the first twinges of an orgasm flaring to life deep in her sex. The hand toying with her nipple slipped down, rubbing his thumb over her swollen clit until she toppled over the edge, nails cutting into the sinewy muscle of his chest. With a low grunt, he picked up a frantic pace, thrusting into her until he was spent, hips stilling as she fell in a heap on top of him.

"To answer your question, no." She grinned, drunk on euphoria and new love. "No, I don't think we'll ever get tired of this."

xXx

After sending off their owls, stating they simply couldn't make it in for work today, Hermione found herself seated on her counter, dressed in only his haphazardly buttoned oxford and a pair of knickers. Her face was pulled into a tight grimace as she watched him destroy another round of toast, but she held her tongue as he grumbled to himself, sure he'd figure it out this time.

"There is something wrong with this contraption—" A scowl formed on his handsome features as he stood in only a pair of trousers that hung low on his hips.

He turned, two charred slices of toast on a plate, and she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled forth. "If it's any consolation, you figure it out eventually."

"Maybe I'll just hire house elves, forego this entire ridiculous learning curve?" But upon her narrowed glare, he relented, dropping his offering into the sink and settling himself between her bare thighs. "Or I'll just run out and grab some proper breakfast."

"That's better." She chuckled as his palms slid up her thighs, halting only when an angry rapping sounded at her door.

Sharing a curious look, Malfoy extricated himself. Sauntering towards the door, he peered through the peephole and barked out a sharp laugh. He didn't wait for Hermione to even inquire who was there, wrenching the door open and propping his palm against its surface.

"Hello, Unspeakable Sanders," he drawled, his voice oozing charm.

"Auror Malfoy," she deadpanned, no longer awaiting an invitation as she marched into her flat. To Cecily's credit, she seemed unfazed by finding the two of them half-dressed and surrounded by the smell of burnt toast on a Monday at half ten. "Miss Granger."

For the first time in Hermione's memory, Unspeakable Sanders looked dreadful, hair askew and clothes wrinkled.

"Hello, Cecily. How was your weekend?" Hermione beamed, knowing full well that the woman was held in holding and interrogated after being escorted from Malfoy Manor.

There was an angry flare behind the Unspeakable's eyes. "Clearly, not well. I've been detained and when I was released your awful friend informed that the situation from last week has resolved itself and you've been… cleared of all suspicion—though not by me."

"All's well that ends well, I suppose." Hermione shrugged, eyes flitting to the blond gripping his wand behind Cecily Sanders' shoulder.

Running her tongue over her perfectly straight teeth, their intruder's gaze tightened. "So it would seem. I'm here just to make sure you understand that any connection you've had with the DoM is now severed, you're not to step foot into the department unless summoned, and you should remember that what happens within its walls remains confidential in nature."

There was the lingering trace of a threat in her tone and Hermione's hackles rose; hopping down from the counter, she crossed her arms tersely in front of her. "We'll see about that, Miss Sanders. You see, my job is to do nothing but research. Research I do believe my dear friend has already begun in the Auror department. I would surely hate to uncover anything unsavory but I'm positive that is a non-issue altogether. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should be getting back to bed."

With a dismissive wave of her hand, the door swung open, shaking as it slammed against the wall. Growling unintelligibly under her breath, Cecily exited, shooting Draco a warning glare before the door promptly closed behind her.

"I don't think that's the last we'll see of her," Draco mumbled, stowing his wand in his trousers.

With a long huff, she crossed the kitchen and wrapped her arms around his trim waist, smiling brightly back at him. "Unfortunately, neither do I, but her massive ego can wait another day. There was something about breakfast and bed and what was the last part—"

"Ravishings."

A bright peal of laughter bubbled past her lips as his finger dug in her side and he nuzzled his stubble against her jaw. "Ah, yes. More of that."

Pulling back, he stared at her in that way that stole the breath from her lungs, his fingers finding a stray curl and tucking it safely behind her ear. "More of everything."

xXx

EPILOGUE

xXx

"My bride and I wanted to say a quick moment of thanks to our friends and family who gathered here today." Draco beamed in the golden light of dusk, the sun just dipping below the rolling emerald hills of the Malfoy estate in southern France. Grinning down at his wife, he tugged her neatly into his side. She'd worn her curls wild, the way he liked, and her dress was elegant yet simple, created just for her. On the third finger of her left hand sat a beautiful, clear diamond surrounded by a cluster of rubies, and next to that, a thin wedding band, brand new and never worn before an hour ago.

"My wife and I have not had a love story that most people would call classically romantic. Things started a little… tumultuous." Around them, their few dozen guests snickered as Hermione jabbed her elbow in her new husband's ribs. "But, as much as I hate to give credit to anyone other than myself, I have to admit that a fair bit of fate was involved in this. I have always felt this draw to her, this inevitability that I couldn't fight even if I'd wanted to. And trust me, I tried—hence the bullying and subsequently broken nose." He paused, letting more laughter lilt through the air as he turned to stare at his new bride. "I tend to avoid sappy public declarations of love, but for you I will endeavor to do so at every opportunity—I love you, and I'll spend all the rest of my days proving it to you."

Catching her lips in a kiss, their guests erupted into riotous applause and he swiftly pulled into her an intimate dance as the music swelled around them. From the moment her eyes had opened that morning, it had been the most magical day of her life, far surpassing the day she got her Hogwarts letter or even her wand.

Somehow, through all the mess they'd trudged through already and would undoubtedly still fight, they were here—eyes filled with stars and love and promises for the future.

"Sorry to interrupt," Harry piped up, him and Theo saddling up next to them on the dance floor.

"It's okay if you want to twirl my wife around the dance floor, Potter, but as much as I love you Theo, I'm afraid I'll have to decline a turn with you. You're an awful dancer."

Swatting at her husband, she turned back to her friend with a curious brow. "What is it, Harry?"

"A wedding present." He grinned, reaching into his robes and pulling out an envelope with an official Ministry seal on it. "I would've given it to you even sooner but it was just finalized yesterday when she was safely locked into Azkaban. It seems, for now, you're future is safe from the likes of former Unspeakable, Cecily Sanders."

With an eagerness that surprised her, she ripped the envelope open, gaze falling on the angry moving mugshot of Cecily Sanders. "Wh-what happened?"

"Malfoy—er, older Malfoy—was right. Cecily has been tampering with time for years. It took us a few months to complete our investigation and bring it before the Wizengamot, but it's done now. She's locked up for the foreseeable future."

Tears welled in her eyes as she remembered the last six months and the paranoia that had accompanied them. She'd been constantly on the lookout for a well-aimed curse at her back or a brilliant flash of green that would end it all before she knew what happened. Barreling into her friend, she whispered her thanks, again and again, breaking away only when he began wheezing for air.

Draco shook his hand and thanked him as well, before stealing his wife back into his arms. "Well, I suppose that's that."

The brightest grin she could ever remember wearing gleaned in the evening light and she laughed. "That's that! Now what?"

His lips brushed against her temple and he pulled her closer into his chest. "Whatever we like, I suppose. We've got time."

"Time," she repeated. "Sounds good to me."

xXx

A/N: The biggest hugest loudest of thanks to you my lovely readers for following me on this time travel adventure. I had so much fun writing it and even more fun sharing it with you.

It wouldn't be possible with my Alpha and Beta's MCal and DreamsofDramione and I'll cover them in kisses at first opportunity.

Would love to know your thoughts and can't wait to see you for another story hopefully soon!

Until next time,

LK