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A/N: After 2 months, finally I have finished it. After 11 months of teenage love, stupidity and Dramione, this story has come to an end. A BIG THANK YOU to you who have loved this story, read it, patiently waited for me to update, who always reviewed and who made this story a favourite and who made me a favourite author. THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS. You don't know how happy I am to know that somehow, knowing a lot of people read this, I am improving as a writer. I pray to the stars that when I post my next Dramione fic(hint: It's chaptered. Like a lot of it.), I'll still see the same pen names and some new ones giving me feedback. I love everyone who has read this and is still reading. Yes, I mean you. I love you to the moon and back. Enjoy the last awaited chapter of eccentric indeed's fic, A Ferret in Love.

Chapter 19: All Endings are Beginnings

The air was biting cold early in the morning and I wrapped my blankets tighter around my shivering body. I rolled on my back, and continued to sleep soundly. The whole castle was so quiet, you can hear a pin drop. Well, what do you expect people would do at 3 AM? Limbo Contest? Conga Line? They're all in their beds snoozing. I shivered as I realized my feet were exposed to the chilly air so I brought it inside my blankets and slowly opened my eyes.

After a few minutes, I have memorized every crack and bump of my ceiling. I can't go back to sleep. Neville's words never left my mind ever since that day in the Quidditch Field.

Hmm, sunrise. I never thought of that. Hermione has never told me something that personal. I sighed once again and admired the ghostly fog that emanated from my own chattering mouth.

Then I heard it. A faint creak.

And footsteps. Soft footsteps that I almost didn't hear, but because it was so quiet I did. And I still can. There it is again. Thump thumps on the wooden floor.

Then I heard another sound. The click of my lock. I quickly reached for my wand and sat up, blood running cold as my door slowly opened. I whipped out my wand so fast and yelled, "STUPEFY!"

"YOU STUNNED US MALFOY! YOU FREAKING STUNNED YOUR INNOCENT FRIENDS!"

"Who in their right minds would go to my room at 3 AM in the morning, dressed in long, black cloaks and whispers my name in a creepy voice?"

My goddamn friends, obviously. So here I am now, with the nitwits I call my friends, down at the Head's Dorm. I'm glad Hermione isn't here. I heard she stayed at the Girl's Dorm the whole day. Sigh.

I stared at their annoyed faces, an outraged look on my face. "What the hell guys?" I asked and they huffed. "Well, sorry. We didn't think you would stun us instead of appreciating such a nice gesture from your loving friends."

I smacked my forehead. "Nice gesture? You came into my room at an ungodly hour looking like Death. How is that gesture supposed to be nice?"

They faced me and said, "We were concerned for you and went here to help you. Because we're really good friends who loves you very much."

I rolled my eyes. "And what were you planning on doing here?" They grinned and huddled closer to me. "We wanted to give you something only real friends could."

I groaned. Whatever they might give me is either stupid, ghastly or scarring. Or all of the above. Your friends may give you something really cool, like a panda, but me? Oh no. Remember my friends are Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They aren't exactly cool. Everything they do is stupid. Oh, I pity myself. What are they on to now?

A pep talk.

"YOU CAME HERE AND VIOLATED ME TO GIVE ME A PEP TALK?"

Apparently yes. Sigh. I told you it would be stupid and scarring.

I sank into the couch, staring incredulously into their eager faces. "Guys…why?" I asked desperately trying to change their minds. Well, knowing they are all pea brains, they only but chuckled happily and dragged me off the couch into my room where I was supposed to wait for any of them to come in.

Before they left the room, they Blaise told me,"Don't worry Draco. It'll be fun! It's a great idea! Harry thought of it -"

Oh. Harry thought of it. Just as I suspected.

"Tell me Potter, how were you born exactly? Did your parents accidentally, or maybe purposely, rammed you into a wall?"

SOMEWHERE.

"LILLLLLLLLLLLY! He suspects something! OH MY ROWLING, he can't know that he did ram into a wall when he was a baby!" James cried clutching his wife who was rolling her eyes, smiling as her son tried to suffocate the young Malfoy with a pillow.

"Harry never rammed into a wall, James. You wouldn't even let a fly touch him. We have taken very good care of our baby boy." James relaxed a bit and smiled at his wife. Lily looked thoughtful. "You know what? I think it was Sirius who rammed into a wall when he was young."

James laughed. "Yeah that explained a lot. It made us understand all the unexplainable things that he had done in his life time."

Sirius grimaced. "I'll strangle you both."

"MMMMP! FMMMP! HHMMMMP!"

"Harry he's dying."

"YMMMMP! HMMMP!"

"Harry… he's turning blue."

"HHHHHMMMMMPPPP!"

"Harry if he dies Hermione will kill you."

"HMMMP—AAAAAAAH! AIR! SWEET SWEET AIR! MY LUNGS ARE DYING. CALL THE WIZARD AMBULANCE HELP! HELP! HELP! So, Potter, I heard you're afraid of Hermione."

"Who isn't?"

"I am."

That actually made them laugh. I cursed them and threw my alarm clock at them. They laughed louder and slowly exited the room saying, "The time has come to bestow upon you our thoughts of happiness and positivity. Let the pep talk begin!"

They slammed the door shut and I scrambled off my bed, trying to escape.

DRACO MALFOY'S ESCAPE PLANS.

If I jump out the window, I'll die.

If I hide under the bed, the monster may get me and I'll die.

If I hide in my closet, I'll suffocate so I'll die.

If I hide under my covers, it really would be a stupid thing so I'll die.

If I kill myself, I'll die.

If I go down and just tell them to leave me alone they would drag me back here and nail me to my headboard.

I'll just endure this torture.

The time 3:15 AM.

I sighed. This is gonna be a long morning. I sat on the couch near my window and enjoyed the wonderful scenery of the fogged grounds. The moon was still visible and it was still dark. I was too immersed in watching, that I failed to hear someone getting in.

He cleared his throat and I snapped back into my senses. Great, the torture's starting. And Weasley's the first one to give it me. Great, just great.

I watched him with a pained expression and he rolled his eyes. He sat on my bed, across me and fixed his blue eyes on me. I remained quiet and stared off the distance. Suddenly he sighed and gave me a small smile.

"Malfoy," His voice made me jump and I fell from the window sill. WHAT THE SODDING—

He made an 'I'll-rape-you-if-you-interrupt-me' face and cleared his throat. "I'll make this easier for the both of us. Trust me I don't like this idea of Harry's too. I know it has its ups because we are sort of torturing you," I glared at him, he shrugged, "but still, a pep talk? TO YOU? Preposterous And annoying, especially because I'm giving it to you. Well, I don't know about you Malfoy, but I think Harry's got more in store for you. Good Luck."

I groaned and sunk to my carpet hoping I'll inhale a lot of germs that somehow has the ability to kill me as quickly as soon as Weasley begins his pep talk –

"Just don't hurt Hermione, alright? For once, do everything right." I stared back at him, nodding. He grinned at me. "She's really special. We all know that."

"She is." I breathed out, a small smile on my face.

"I have always loved her, as a best friend of course. And as you know she had been my, err, girlfriend for a few months." My face went dark as I remembered all the urges I had to rip out Weasley limb from limb when I first heard about the two of them. That was the most disturbing and confusing month that I have ever endured since the war ended. And I concluded, after that long, crazy month, that I was kind of smitten with Hermione Granger. Hence the whole thing about trying to ask her out blah, blah, blah you know what happened after that.

I glanced back at Ron and saw that he was frowning at something. He looked, remorseful or something. "Weasley, what—"

"When, when Hermione and I were, you know, together as a couple, in those few months that I called her as my girlfriend, I never said told her that I, I,I—"

"That you loved her." I finished for him and he glanced at me with regret. "Be the man that I never was Draco. Be the man that she deserves to have. If you hurt her, I'll hunt you down and kill you. And Harry would love to help me with that." He said, grinning as my face slowly drained of all its color. He stood up and clapped my back.

"Well, that's the end of my pep talk. Good Luck. And remember if you break her, we'll break all 206 bones in your body. And there'll be back boobs. PERMANENT BACK BOOBS."

GUYS.

PERMANENT BACK BOOBS.

WELL SHIT.

AND BY THE WAY WEASLEY, JUST FOR FUTURE REFERENCE THAT WAS NOT A PEP TALK. THAT WAS MORE OF A DEATH THREAT. A DEATH THREAT THAT INVOLVED PERMANENT BACK BOOBS. OK WHO LIKES BACK BOOBS? WHO EVEN HAD THE THOUGHT OF HAVING BOOBS AT YOUR BACK? WHAT KIND OF SICK PERSON THOUGHT OF THAT? HUH? ANSWER ME I AM PANICKING HELP—

"Drakey-POO!" Oh, Merlin you just love me too much don't you?

Here goes the second torturer. Blaise freaking Zabini. Well, damn it all.

He sat across me with a huge smile on his face that made me lean back because I was afraid his head was going to explode any moment.

I mean, that would be awesome you know, his head exploding, but seriously on my covers? No siree, not on my clean and crisp covers. He could do it on Potter's, I sure he wouldn't mind…yeah.

"Blaise,"

"YAH?"

"Doesn't your face hurt from smiling too much?"

"Actually, I can't feel a thing. I have been smiling since I woke up. I am just so excited for you, mate."

WOW, that was. Erm, help me here author, I feel something really odd and peculiar right now.

THAT'S GRATITUDE, DRACO. And you're glad to have Blaise as a best friend.

Thank you Blaise.

You know what, actually, it is me who you should thank, because I wrote Blaise like that.

Uhhh, no. Blaise is naturally like that. Stop being so stupid author.

*gasps from the audience*

Oh? You think I'm stupid? We'll just see about that.

Minutes later while I tweaked the part with Blaise.

REWIND.

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY DARLING!"

OK, what is happening?

What—

Candles?

Why is my room covered in rose petals…hey!

WHY IS THERE MUSIC? IT'S THE KIND OF MUSIC YOU HEAR BEFORE PEOPLE, you know… AAAAARRRRGGGGHH.

Here goes the second torturer. Blaise freaking Zabini. Well, damn it all—WHAT IS HE WEARING?!

Cue dramatic unconsciousness.

Minutes later.

HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?

You told me I was stupid.

WELL THAT PERMANENTLY SCARRED ME FOR LIFE? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID?

Well, yeah. I made Blaise wear a—

YOU MADE BLAISE ZABINI WEAR LINGERIE IN FRONT OF ME. DO YOU KNOW HOW YOU MENTALLY SCARRED ME JUST BECAUSE OF THAT ONE MOMENT?

Yep. And you deserved it. Now I have to go before my readers think that we are actually stalling because we don't want them to get to the end so fast. Sheesh.

Ok, you take care.

Thanks Draco.

No, seriously. Watch your back.

Minutes later.

WHY DO YOU FIND HAPPINESS IN TORTURING ME? YOU JUST HAD TO REWIND THAT AGAIN?

Yes.

5 TIMES?

Yes.

Oh Great Merlin take me to wherever you are, actually no take her and get her away from me.

OKAY BACK TO THE STORY. SORRY ABOUT THAT.

Here goes the second torturer. Blaise freaking Zabini. Well, damn it all.

He sat across me with a huge smile on his face that made me lean back because I was afraid his head was going to explode any moment.

I mean, that would be awesome you know, his head exploding, but seriously on my covers? No siree, not on my clean and crisp covers. He could do it on Potter's, I sure he wouldn't mind…yeah.

"Blaise,"

"YAH?"

"Doesn't your face hurt from smiling too much?"

"Actually, I can't feel a thing. I have been smiling since I woke up. I am just so excited for you, mate."

I smiled at him gratefully and punched his arm playfully. He went quiet for a moment, still smiling, scanning my face. Finally he spoke up and what he said caught me off guard.

"You have changed so much."

I didn't know what to say so I remained quiet. He chuckled afterwards, "I'm really glad you fell for Hermione."

And for the first time ever since he went inside the room I gave him a genuine smile. He wiggled his eyebrows at me and said, "Oh, don't you worry about a thing. Hermione already loves you. And you're awesome like me, it's ridiculous. You'll do just fine. Trust me!"

And in that moment I realized, that I do trust Blaise. We shared a manly hug and with MAYBE, the smallest, teeny-tiny, itty-bitty, miniscule, microscopic, droplets of THE MANLIEST tears we could ever shed.

And I thanked Merlin for giving me a one of a kind best friend who would let me embarrass myself in front of a lot of people, who would tease me constantly, ruin all my plans, volunteer to investigate on me, challenge me to a Hugging Contest, joke about loving the girl I love, laugh while I frantically look for my nose, stay calm while my hair is on fire, appear out of nowhere in the most inappropriate times, take a shower at 5AM in MY dorm, using MY conditioner and never leaving my side ever. And most of all for being the best goddamn best mate a handsome bloke, like me, could ever ask for.

He left the room with a happy look on my face, feeling ridiculously happier than I was a few minutes ago. By the way the time is 3:30 AM. 2 hours till the sunrise; Till I confess to Hermione; TILL I DIE BECAUSE I AM ACTUALLY TELLING HER HOW I FEEL.

The door opened slowly and I saw a head of jet black hair poking out of it. Potter.

Ok, this is gonna be disastrous. He went inside my room but didn't go near me. POTTER I DON'T HAVE BACK BOOBS YET; YOU CAN STILL GO NEAR ME.

I raised an eyebrow as he remained on that spot, hands on his pockets and a small, happy smile on his face. "Potter," I called after a few minutes of silence. His bright green eyes stared at my face and with the most sincere tone I have ever heard him use ever since the time I charmed him to woo Professor McGonagall, he said, "I'm really glad we're mates, Malfoy. I really don't regret befriending you."

OK, FIRST BLAISE NOW POTTER. AUTHOR, DON'T TELL THIS TOO IS GRATITUDE.

No, actually its forbidden lust.

WHAT?

Oh lighten up, yes, yes, what you are feeling is gratitude. Well that's the first time in history that you were thankful for Potter.

So, should there be a manly hug with manly tears too?

If you want, you could.

And we did. But it was REALLY awkward at first. I mean, I am hugging Potter again. Like, that's not an everyday thing I do. So it was awkward, then suddenly it became warm. And I felt the happiness. Phew, I'm glad he never gave me death threats—

"Oh, I forgot to remind you! If you still want your kidneys and your lungs, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT AND NEVER HURT HERMIONE. Because I swear Malfoy, you will end up with a worse fate than Voldy. Understood?"

I gulped. Bloody hell. "Sir..yes…sir."

His eyes sparked mischievously. THAT GIT IS ACTUALLY ENJOYING THIS. WHY THAT LITTLE –

He rolled his eyes then suddenly took something from his pockets. He grabbed my hand, placed it in my palm and closed it in long, pale fingers. WHAT IN THE WORLD—

"You may or you may not need this. But since I know that you have chicken genes in you, you could probably use some help. Well, good luck, mate. You'll need it."

And he left me there annoyed, confused and amused at the same time, with the tiny vial of the infamous Felix Felicis.

Author, I am having these feelings, nice feelings towards Potter again.

Please, I don't need to hear about you sexual frustrations.

WHAT NO! Gratitude again! I DON'T LIKE BEING THANKFUL. I DO MAYBE, BUT IT'S WEIRD.

Get a hold of yourself and focus on the matter at hand.

Ok right. Sorry. So the time, uhh, I still have an hour left. Huh, what should I do?

"DRACO WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN!"

"GO AWAY PLEASE, SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO DROWN IN TOILET WATER. SO PLEASE DON'T DISTURB THEM ITS RUDE."

Ah yes, I'm in the bathroom again. What else should I do with an hour free?

"Like, not being, stupid?" They chimed in.

Yes, like, attempting to drown yourself in toilet water.

"Draco…"

"Yes, Blaise?"

"I have to you know…go potty?"

BLOODY HELL.

Later.

"NO! NO! NO! NOT IN MY BATHROOM! I DON'T WANT YOU DUMPING HERE! I WILL NOT OPEN THIS DOOR!"

"DRACOOOOO, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU! I HAVE TO GO! AND I CAN'T BLOODY MOVE! WILL YOU PLEASE GET OUT OF THAT SODDING BATHROOM OR I WILL SHIT ON YOUR TEDDY BEAR COLLECTION!"

"I DO NOT HAVE A TEDDY BEAR COLLECTION – POTTER, WEASLEY HEY STOP LAUGHING ITS – HEY STOP!"

Later.

"I hate all of you. Like really, really hate you." I all but sighed, as I lounged on the couch at the Head's common room. Yes, they managed to get me out and were now holding me against my will. We sat in silence, until the ticking of the clock was too loud for us. We glanced at it and saw that it was 5:00. Half an hour left before I die. I should drink this thing now though, I thought glancing at my good ol' pal Felix Felicis.

Gulp.

OH YEAH.

"HELLO MY WONDERFUL FRIEEEEEEENDS! IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL DAY ISN'T IT? I JUST FEEL SO HAPPY AND LUCKY –"

"Well, you did drink liquid luck—"

"Hush orange one. Don't ruin this, fine, fine morning. Hihihihihihi."

"I find this amusing."

"Ah! My closest chum, Blaise. I love you Blaise…"

"….Potter, antidote. Quickly."

"Oh none of that Zabini. Hihihihihi. OH HARRY JAMES POTTER! I'm so glad you are still alive."

"…"

"….."

"Blaise?"

"Yeah Ron?"

"Did Draco just voluntarily hug Harry?"

"Yes."

"Wow."

"Potter, are you okay?"

"…Ok this is not funny anymore. I DON'T HAVE THE ANTIDOTE."

Meanwhile at the Girls dormitory…

"Hermione! Wake up!" Ginny exclaimed as she pushed the girl with the bushy hair off her four poster bed.

Hermione grumbled and wondered, "Why the hell am I in the Girl's Dorm?" Ginny rolled her eyes and crouched down at her confused friend. "You fell asleep here last night crying and cursing, erm the ferret. Hermione grumbled and tried to get back on the bed when Ginny stopped her.

"Oh no you aren't going back to sleep, Missy. You're gonna come with me outside and join me in my morning walk." Hermione groaned again at her best friend and questioned her sanity.

"I am perfectly sane, thank you very much. Come now, lets us have a stroll."

"It's 5:00 in the morning!"

"It's a nice day!"

"Nice day? The sun hasn't even risen yet!"

Ginny smiled knowingly. "Then we'll wait for it. Good things, really wonderful things, usually happen as the sun wakes up." Hermione narrowed her eyes and Ginny grinned wider. "And besides, you love sunrises. Right?"

Hermione peered suspiciously at her friend then eventually gave up. "Yes I do love sunrises. Come on you twit, let's take a walk."

Meanwhile, somewhere in the castle.

"AH FILCHY! You look and smell good today! Who's the lucky lady?"

"Professor Flitwick! You've grown half an inch I dare say!"

"Hellooo Professor Dumbledore! Nice picture frame!"

"Is that a smile I see Professor Snape?"

"Oh, Millicent, did you get a new haircut?"

Draco skipped away leaving a traumatized Millicent Bulstrode in a corner when the boys found him and dragged him outside.

The ruckus he made awoke the whole castle. Unable to go back to sleep everybody got up, went to the whole for some early breakfast, or finished their essays and some took a stroll on the grounds.

15 minutes till the sunrise Ginny was still strolling with a suspicious Hermione. Hermione felt like something was going on and it involved the sunrise. She couldn't help it anymore.

"Ginny, tell me the truth. Why are we here?"

Her friend bit her lip and said, "I have no ulterior motive for this. I just wanted a walk on the grounds—"

"YEAH FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SEVENTEEN YEARS! You hate mornings, Weasley. Now spill."

By now they were done circling the Lake and was now on their way to that little hill not too far away from the infamous Whomping Willow.

Hermione huffed and started to get away but Ginny got hold of her hand and said, "I'm helping you make a good prologue for the new adventure of your life. Just trust me in this."

"I don't understand—"

"Harry! Why did we stop running? We've only got 15 minutes left!" Ron yelled frantically, dodging a small group of first years, who were on their way to the grounds.

Harry plopped on the ground beside an unconscious Draco Malfoy. " I might have accidentally dropped him somewhere so he fell and well, now he's unconscious. Sorry?"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "What time did the Weaslette said she'd bring Hermione to the hill?"

"Abour five minutes till the sunrise."

"Ok…let's go get a bucket of ice cold water."

"You soon will." Ginny smiled. And Hermione huffed in annoyance. "Well, what are you waiting for? Come on Granger, let's begin this story with a wonderful sunrise."

As they climbed up a hill, a shrill, girlish scream echoed through the whole castle. Ginny snorted amusedly, while Hermione had her brows furrowed, mumbling, "What was that?"

Ginny chuckled. "Actually, you should wonder who that was."

"AHHHHHHHH UMFFFFF UGHHHHH YABABABABABABABABA YAGAGAGGAGA UHHHHH."

"Wow. What language was that?"

"Harry just dry him up. He's creating a new language and dying slowly."

Hermione and Ginny continued to walk, as the redhead dragged her friend to the small hill. When they got there Ginny began searching around for something, or rather someone.

Hermione simply waited there and stared off the distance. A small smile crept into her face as she had a view of Hogsmeade and the large mountains behind the Forbidden Forest. She watched happily as she just saw an inch of that brilliant sun behind those mountains.

A rustle by the bushes startled her and she looked around only to realize that her friend had left her there. She sighed, looking for the source of the noise and got herself a surprise.

In pajamas, with his lips blue from the cold and looking absolutely nervous, was Draco Malfoy. Her heart leapt, as she saw the most dignified person she ever met looked as vulnerable as a baby squirrel. The boy looked up and his grey eyes clashed with her brown ones and silence ensued.

They both remained, rooted to their stops, until Draco took a deep breath and with a few steps in which he wobbled, stood in front of the woman who gave him more heart aches and migraines than all his years at Hogwarts combined.

Hermione's body shook terribly, wanting to both run away and stay at the same time, her heart and mind having an epic duel. But she remained and her lips quivered, and tears were starting to build up in her eyes. She simply stared at the man who she feared more to lose than only getting a 99% in her Charms exam.

And in that moment, as little by little the sun inched higher, the man whose voice was hoarse said words that started the new adventure of Hermione Granger.

"I love you, Hermione."

It was the simplest beginning to a story really. It had the simplest setting. The simplest moment. But the characters were not simple people, nor the lives they have lived and the people they have loved. They were significant, and their story too was something we don't appreciate much. They hated each other for years and they ended up loving each other.

Simple, yet significant.

And as Draco inched closer and grabbed the crying girl in front of him, he swore to marry her and live the rest of his life with her. Hermione calmed at the feel of Draco's hands on the small of her back and she looked up to smile at him. And as the sun fully rose, while the whole world was basking in its warm glow, the two lovers pressed their bodies together, lips pressed onto the other and finally knowing and believing that they were played with destiny and it just gave them what we've all been waiting for.

The kiss was long and sweet, as both poured into the kiss what they have been longing to tell the other. Then there was a noise.

Applauses.

Breaking apart they looked down the hill, and Draco groaned while Hermione laughed hard.

"I want to hear it Draco! JUST SAY IT!" It was Blaise.

Draco rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, "It's not love! Love is unicorns, rainbows and big, cuddly pandas!"

Everyone laughed. Blaise spoke again, "So what is it now?" Draco grinned amusedly at Blaise as he wore a ridiculous panda costume, while Harry and Ron were dressed as unicorns and Ginny making a neat rainbow above them.

"You're not cuddly enough, Zabini. But I guess that will do. And yes its love. It's definitely love."

And then everyone was crying. Yes, even the boys.

And yes, Draco was too.

"And so, they went down the hill and greeted their friends. Aunt Ginny, was crying so loud while Uncle Harry held her and Uncle Blaise and Uncle Ron was holding each other, crying like babies!" An older Draco Malfoy was to be seen in a living room, a child with blonde hair on his lap.

"And then, Uncle Blaise saw a unicorn so he dragged Uncle Ron near them, he was still wearing the costume and –"

"Draco!" A woman called, and he stopped talking for a moment, setting down the child by his side and calling back, "Yes Astoria? We're here."

A beautiful woman entered the room and the child jumped off the couch. "Mummmmmy!" Astoria caught her child in her arms and smothered him with kisses. Draco smiled at them and stood up, walking their way to the door.

"Time to go—"

"Wait wait wait wait wait—" A frantic voice filled the house and another woman came running towards them, her face full of flour, clutching a box of cookies in her hands.

"Astoria, this is for you. Little Sander loves them." She gestured at the child who smiled widely at her. Astoria smiled at her gratefully and gave her a hug. Then she turned to Draco, "You have a wonderful wife Malfoy."

He chuckled and wrapped arm around his red-faced wife. "Well, she is Hermione Granger after all. It comes with the whole smarty-pants package, being a wonderful wife."

Hermione smacked her husband on the arm, leaving a white mark on his blue shirt. "Oi!" Astoria laughed at their antics and thanked them for taking good care of her son while she was away on a business trip. They told her it was fine and she thanked them again and left.

The couple went back inside and sat on the couch by the fire, Draco's arm draped over Hermione as her head rested on his shoulders. They sat in silence, as Draco gently got her hand and interlaced his with hers.

Hermione spoke up, her voice happy, "Sander made me a thank you card today. He's so sweet." Draco scoffed. "He's just a child." Hermione smiled amusedly, "Is that jealousy I hear or Am I just hearing things? Are you jealous of a five year old, Draco Malfoy?"

Draco sat up right frantically and gaped at her. "I AM NOT!" Hermione giggled. "Yes you are! I can't believe it! Look you're turning red!"

"Hey stop it! No I'm not Granger!" He lunged at her and tickled her sides. She laughed loudly and was squirming all around. He stopped after a few minutes when she began to threaten him to kill him when he sleeps and with frustration he faced his amused wife, "I am not jealous of a five year old child. I am more romantic than him. I kissed you at sunrise for crying out loud!"

She grinned at that, remembering. "I heard you telling that story to him again. You tell him our story every time he visits, even though he can't fully understand it."

Draco smiled. "He likes the beginning. I mean, a male unicorn trying to mate with Ron was like part of Hogwarts history!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Don't bring that up again. The last time you mentioned that a potato got stuck in your nose. And no, you are not more romantic than Sander. I don't even think you are romantic."

Draco gasped dramatically and faced Hermione. "You look so beautiful," Hermione smiled at him, "AND WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ON THE SIDE OF YOUR FACE." She rolled her eyes. Husbands.

"Peanut Butter. And nope, you're still not romantic."

"How about my proposal at the end of seventh year?"

"That was hardly romantic. We had to clean up ferret droppings for three hours!"

Well, on their last day at Hogwarts, their friends dragged Hermione to the library were she stood at the entrance frozen, her eyes wide as she saw Madam Pince bounded with rope and duct tape in the air and there were ferrets. No, not Draco Malfoy clones. Real, live, pooping ferrets and all of them were charmed to read books. And on the table where he first asked her out, in a ferret costume she assumed he got from the same store where Blaise, Harry and Ron got theirs, he proposed to her saying, "Ferrets can read Granger. And they fall in love too. And if you don't mind, before you and I clean all this ferret droppings, I would like you to know that I am madly, deeply in love with you and I would like to spend the rest of my ferret life with the first person who questioned my ability of reading."

There was a slap, Madam Pince being freed and held back by the boys, a long, passionate kiss and a loud, "YES!" and well, more slaps.

They both laughed at the memory and finally sighed happily as they hugged together on the couch. And as the embers slowly died out, words spilled out of their mouths.

"I love you."

And so there ends the story that first started on the day they first kissed.

The next day, Mr. Malfoy found his wife in the living room crying. And they talked.

And that started the next story of Hermione's life.

And it all started with, "We're gonna be parents."

End.

FINALLY it is done. I hope you liked it! I worked my arse off this and this probably my most favourite chapter. I do hope you loved this. I would like to hear from you though! I'll be gone for a month doing my second story, and no this wouldn't be a sequel about Draco and Hermione with their kid, I'm sorry. So guys, please leave me any message. Whether it be thanks or something else. Anything would be appreciated. I will miss you all. Hoping to hear from all of you! You all take care guys. X

P.S: BTW, just wondering, who got fooled with the whole Astoria thing? I'd like to know your reaction when you read that part. When my friends read it they almost killed me. Haha.

Eccentric indeed xx