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Epilogue

Five Years Later

"Tristan! Come on, it's time for bed!" Ginny called from the back porch. Tristan was playing with Greta in the gardens. When she called for him, Tristan ran to her and hugged Ginny around her knees. He was blonde, just like his father, with the same blue-gray eyes. But he had Ginny's smile and her light dusting of freckles across his nose.

"Can't I stay up until Daddy gets home?" Tristan pleaded. Ginny felt herself melting to his request. She picked him up and balanced him on her hip as she walked back inside.

"All right, Tristan. But go upstairs, brush your teeth and get into your pajamas first." Ginny put Tristan down, and he scampered away. Greta touched Ginny on the shoulder.

"He's a wonderful boy, Ginny. You are so blessed."

"I know, Greta. Go keep an eye on him, please," Ginny said.

"My pleasure, Ginny," Greta replied, heading up the stairs. Suddenly, Draco arrived, announced by a soft pop. Ginny smiled.

"Why, hello, Mr. Malfoy," she said, taking his coat.

"Sorry I'm late, Mrs. Malfoy," Draco replied, kissing her. "Your brother stopped by to meet the new team today."

"Which brother? I have quite a few of those," Ginny asked.

"Ron."

"He's been your biggest fan now that you've been coaching his favorite Quidditch team."

"How was your day?" Draco asked.

"I filled in for Professor Flitwick today. McGonagall told me that when I'm ready, I can fill the position permanently."

"That's great, sweetheart," Draco said, kissing her.

"Daddy's home!" Tristan shouted excitedly. He hurried down the stairs, much to Ginny's dismay.

"Tristan! Please don't run down the stairs!"

"Sorry, Mummy!" Tristan replied, throwing himself at his father. Draco picked him up and slung him over his shoulder.

"Greta, where is Grace?" Ginny asked.

"Still at her piano lesson," Greta replied. "She should be home any minute now." As if on cue, the front door opened and in walked Grace, escorted by her piano teacher.

"Daddy!" She squealed, running into his arms. Draco was now holding both of his children in a picture perfect pose.

"Thank you for bringing her home, Ms. Lemon," Ginny said to the piano teacher, giving her an envelope containing her payment.

"It was no trouble at all. Gracie is a quick study."

"Thanks again. We'll see you next week," Ginny said, waving as Ms. Lemon apparated away. She turned to look at her husband, who was still covered in children. Ginny should have expected twins. They did run in her family, of course. But she barely believed the Healer who told her. She didn't know how to feel about it at first. But as soon as they were born, Tristan first, Grace second, she knew that it was a blessing. Tristan and Grace looked exactly the same, except Grace had her mother's brown eyes.

"All right, Tristan. I said you could stay up until Daddy gets home. Now it's time for bed. You too, Gracie." Simultaneously, Tristan and Grace began to whine and complain.

"Kids, you heard your mother," Draco said, setting them down on the floor. "It's bed time."

"Can you read me a story, Daddy?" Grace asked, tugging on Draco's pant leg.

"Yes, Gracie. Just one, though. It's already late."

"Mommy, I want a story too," Tristan said looking at Ginny.

"All right, Tristan. Go pick one out, and I'll be right up." Tristan took Grace by the hand and the two of them hurried up the stairs. Draco slid his arm around Ginny's waist and kissed her cheek.

"They're good kids."

"Yes, they are."

"I have a surprise for you when you're done reading to Tristan."

"Oh, really?" Ginny raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"It's a surprise. But you'll love it."

"I can't wait." Ginny went upstairs and read to Tristan, and Draco read to Grace. Grace was asleep in his arms before he had finished the book. He carefully picked her up and laid her down in her bed. He pulled the covers up around her and kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Gracie," he whispered. Draco quietly shut her door and went to say good night to Tristan. Ginny was on her way out.

"Meet me in on the third floor," Draco said as they passed.

"What's on the third floor?"

"You'll see."

After Ginny said good night to Grace, she made her way up the stairs to the third floor. A path she had taken many times several years ago. There was no sight of Draco, so she wandered aimlessly down to the string hanging from the ceiling that she used to pull to get to the attic. She sighed, thinking about how drastically her life had changed since then.

"Hey, love," Draco called to her. Ginny turned around and smiled. Draco was standing in the doorway of a bedroom, his black dress pants still on but his white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his toned abdomen. "Come on." He disappeared and Ginny paused before following. She stopped when she got to the doorway. Small tea candles were lit and leading to the window, which was open. Ginny followed the trail of candles to the window and climbed out. She climbed up the ivy rack to the roof and saw Draco sitting at the top with a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of roses.

"Draco, you're crazy," Ginny said, unable to hide her smile.

"Crazy about you. Come up here. Have some champagne."

"What are we celebrating?" Ginny asked, sitting down beside him.

"Today was your first day on the job at the Malfoy Manor all those years ago. If you had not taken that job, we would not be here tonight."

"You are so sweet."

"You are so beautiful," Draco countered, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"What about the kids? What if Gracie wakes up with another nightmare?"

"She'll be fine. Greta is keeping an eye on them."

"I'm so happy, Draco. I never thought I could be this happy."

"Me either."

"I can't believe we ended up together. It was the last thing everyone expected."

"It was the last thing I expected," Draco agreed. "But it's probably the best thing that's ever happened to me." Ginny kissed him tenderly and took a sip of champagne.

"This champagne is great. Where did you-"

"Shh," Draco silenced her gently. "Look. This is what I really wanted you to see." He pointed to the sky. The last sliver of the sun slipped beneath the horizon, and the sky changed from orange, to pink, to purple, to dark blue.