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EPILOGUE

I wasn't sure exactly how it all happened, but somehow it had. I, Rose Weasley, had fallen in love. If someone had told me on my very first day at Hogwarts that in my time there I'd fall in love with Scorpius Malfoy then I would have told them that they are a raving lunatic and need to get their head testing. Of course, they would be completely right because said blonde Slytherin is currently sprawled across my bed snoring lightly, fringe flopping over his face.

Last night had been the leavers party in the Gryffindor dorm, everyone was rather merry off firewhiskey and Scorpius hasn't actually moved in the past twelve hours. I was actually responsible at the party unlike the rest of the school; Al was completely and utterly off his trolley, Scorpius was handing shots to every passer by and even little Lily was dancing away with Lysander until the wee hours of the morning. As it was James and Dom's final party at Hogwarts they took the biscuit and if i'm being completely honest I would not be surprised to find either one of them in St Mungo's for alcohol poisoning today – completely deserved mind. As I was perhaps the most sober person at the party I will most likely be the only one able to recall what happened last night, which was by all accounts a hell of a lot. Though my sole aim of finding out who Al has been sneaking around with came to a dead end after trailing him around for the whole party only to find him innocently chatting to a lot of people, none of which screaming secret relationship.

The real drama of the night belonged to James; he quickly downed some suspicious looking liquid and proceeded to stand on a table and declare his undying love for Isabella - who then fled the room in a mass of angry tears whilst Dom raged at James for being an "attention loving little boy who doesn't understand the meaning of privacy". I have never seen James Potter cry...until last night. Maybe I should have taken a photograph to show Aunt Ginny that he does actually possess feelings (I'm sure she's suspected otherwise), he became a blubbering mess in front of Al and I, weeping about lost love, soul mates and Italian's. I wasn't sure what happened once we convinced him to go and find Isabella and tell her everything he'd just told us. As much as I may wish pain and bad luck onto James at every given opportunity I do believe the way he feels for Isabella is his best feature. Maybe that's just what James needs – love. Al too, even though whatever he's found of love is private to him I know one day he'll be ready to share that love with the rest of us. Wow, I've become a sap haven't I? I think I'll go and tell Hugo that he's adopted to make me feel a little less like my insides are made of rainbows and lovehearts.

SEVEN YEARS LATER

"Amazing, isn't it?" a familiar soft voice whispered into my ear. "I never thought I'd see this."

"I definitely didn't expect it." I said honestly – James Potter's wedding is one that I never banked on. James was stood at the aisle, shifting nervously from foot to foot, head to toe in a smart suit. It was a fairly large wedding, not like mine and Scorpius' last year which was a comparatively much smaller affair with just family and close friends in attendance. Of course James was the most popular person I knew and Isabella had a large extended family so I didn't expect anything less from the two. It had taken a lot of planning to get to this point, I was almost positive Aunt Ginny was one wedding catalogue away from a mental breakdown. "Al looks nervous."

Naturally Al was James' best man. Every so often I would catch him looking to Grant for reassurance before ruffling his hair like he always did when nervous. I loved Grant almost as much as I loved Al – the pair had met at University and it was the first boyfriend Al had introduced to the family after coming out. I never did find out who the mystery boy was at Hogwarts but at least I now know where I was going wrong all that time; I should have been examining the boys that were sneaking around the Gryffindor common room. It was a shock to us all when Al told us but when he'd gotten to the age of 20 without showing any interest in girls then more fool us for not guessing otherwise.

Lily was here too, she now lived in New York as a designer and her visits were now few and far between but it made the times that we did see her even more special. She's brought some floppy-haired American model with her as a date though I'm positive that the next time I see her it will be somebody new, she insists that she simply doesn't have time for a stable boyfriend which is understandable when you're as busy as she is (which I assume is very). Dom also lived an exceptionally busy life; Healer's don't get enough credit for the hours they put in, especially people like Dom who put their heart and soul into the hospital. Though, I don't think she minds spending all her time at St Mungo's when she gets to ogle her new boyfriend Daniel everyday at work – he's a very dishy Doctor.

Scorpius and I don't live as busy lives as Lily but that isn't what we want; it never has been. We're renting a little house on the outskirts of London at the moment, Scorpius can commute to work in the Muggle Liaison Office at the Ministry and I can write at home for the newspaper. If anyone ever says that a simple life is a boring one then they haven't found the right person to lead a simple life with – which I most definitely have.

A/N - I know it's been a very very long time since I updated but I've been busy settling back into University life and I apologise a looooot! But this is -sniff- the last chapter, I did plan on writing more but I wasn't sure on how regular the updates would be and decided it's best to tie everything up now. I hope you like this and don't think it's rushed, this is how I always planned on ending things. Thank you so much for sticking it out til the end. I love every single person who has read/reviewed this story! What does everyone think? Did anyone guess Al's secret?