Epilogue:

They were both about to fall asleep, when Hermione asked, "Lucius, where is the Death Teller?"

"Why?"

"Please, will you get it and look at it one more time, and tell me if I'm finally safe. Tell me if you're finally safe. I don't want to look at it myself, but I have to know," she said. She pushed herself away from him and he sat up in bed, held out his hand, and the red sphere, which started all of this, appeared in his hand.

She sat up as well and said, "You really do need to teach me wandless magic, you know."

He laughed and said, "I plan to teach you all sorts of things, my love." He placed both his hands around the red ball and closed his eyes. The visions rushed to him.

He saw his own death first; oddly enough it was in the very room they were in at that moment. He saw Draco standing at the foot of the bed, and he seemed older than Lucius was now. Then he saw Hermione holding his hand, crying. She too was older, much older. He saw the outline of other people behind Draco and Hermione, but their faces weren't clear. Lucius almost thought it was an anticlimactic way for him to die, as an old man, in bed, surrounded my family, but then, that was just him. He was sure that was the way most people preferred to die.

He opened his eyes and said, "Well, apparently I die a very peaceful death at a very old age, thank you very much."

"You seemed irked about that," she said with a smile.

"I was a Death Eater, the least I could do is to go down in a blaze of glory," he said.

"Was I in your vision?" she asked.

Should he tell her? He said, "Yes, you were, and you were crying, so at least that means you must really love me."

"I'll tell you what," she said, seemingly excited for a moment, "When I see that your death is imminent, I'll whip up something exciting to happen right before, okay? Maybe I'll challenge you to a duel or something. If you're on your deathbed, I might just win."

He rolled his eyes and said, "You would probably win anyway, so no duel, besides, in my vision, you were pretty old yourself."

"Did I still look good?" she asked.

He laughed and said, "My vanity is rubbing off on you, and do you know what I think about that?"

"What?" she asked with a laugh.

"Bully for you," he said.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Do me now."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Sex afterward, okay?"

"I didn't mean 'do me' as in sex, I meant, oh never mind, you know what I meant," she said, scolding him. "Just look at my death now."

He purposely looked at his first, because if she hadn't been in his vision, he didn't want to see hers. He wanted to be sure he would go first.

He closed his eyes, said the incantation again, and the vision of her death began. He saw her as a very old lady, with three blonde men standing around her. He was confused, because they all looked liked Draco, but they were so much younger than Hermione, that they couldn't be his son. He let the vision continue, and soon he saw others in the room. All of them looked familiar, yet he had never seen these people before. That was when it hit him. These were his children and grandchild. He and Hermione were going to have a family, a family that extended beyond his son, Draco. He had always wanted more children, and with her, he would have them, three more sons and a handful of grandchildren.

One of the blonde men held her hand and said, "Rest now, Mother. It's time to join Father."

He let the vision end there, because he didn't want to see her death. It was a bittersweet ending to their little story, because it was a happily ever after, but yet, she still died. He didn't want to ever think about her death again.

He placed the sphere on the nightstand and said, "You die having sex with me in the shower."

"What?" she asked. "Wait, how can that be, when you said you die here in this bed as a very old man?"

"Well, you die first, I keep your house apparently, and then when I'm old, I die here in this bed."

She said, "Look again, Lucius, because I think you're full of it."

"You're going to be full of it soon," he said with a wink.

"Seriously, your libido is not one of a 46 year old man," she said. "Now, honestly, how do I die?"

"I told you, having sex with a blonde haired man, in the shower, and I can only assume it's me, I can't help it if I kill you with my incredible sexual prowess," he said. He scooted to the edge of the bed and said, "I think it happens right now, actually."

"I'm tired, Lucius. Let me rest and then you can kill me in the shower later," she said. Then she added, "Wait a minute, you said you saw me in the vision of your death, so I couldn't die before you. Perhaps I'm in the shower with another blonde haired man. You and Draco do bare a striking resemblance with each other."

He turned to look at her and said, "You died an old lady surrounded by our children, happy?" He walked over to her side of the bed and grabbed her good arm and said, "Now, sex in the shower is waiting for us."

"Lucius, I'm not in the mood! We just had sex and I'm tired!" she said.

"I refuse to marry a frigid woman, Hermione," he said, arms crossed, standing beside the bed.

She shut her eyes, turned to her side and said, "Fine, I don't want to marry you anyway." Then she turned to look over her shoulder at him and said, "Is Draco still single?"

"You're so evil, and people think I'm the evil one," he said. He walked back over to the bed and crawled in beside her. "Sleep, Hermione. According to the Death Teller, we have plenty of time."

Hermione turned to Lucius and said, "You give up awfully easy."

"But you're tired, and you're arm hurts, and you have been acting like a whiny baby for the last five minutes," he said.

"Is that any reason to give up so easily?" she said back.

"I'm tired now," he said. He really was.

"Fine, let's both sleep and then we can have some nice, little shower sex later," she said.

"Don't ever say the words 'little' and 'sex' in the same sentence, Hermione," he warned. "We wouldn't want anyone to think you were speaking about me."

"Shut up and go to sleep, but kiss me first," she said.

He wasn't sure he could put up with her bossiness, but he would try. He pulled her to him, kissed her and then said, "Sleep."

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