The Epilogue! Thank you for hanging on with me through this all. I thank everyone who reviewed, favourited, or added this to alerts. It means alot to me that everyone enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Someone mentioned a sequel and I don't have plans for one right now but if a plot comes up that works with what I have, I think I just might. I love the setup of this story too much to completely let it go.

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~A little over a year later~

"We can't stay at either of the flats, you know," Draco whined. He liked his flat, sure, he made some good memories there - like the first time he brought Hermione over. But he loved Hermione's flat - the memories there, upstairs, just kept adding up. The fact that both were too small for their needs just made him unhappy.

"I know," Hermione nodded, continuing with making flower arrangements, her swollen belly hardly noticeable. She had a few bins full of pink and red roses. There were also purple primroses scattered all over the floor of the shop.

"Hermione, this is your wedding. Not one of the society snobs who hire you out. You shouldn't be making the flower arrangements." Narcissa chided, pushing her aside and taking over with the spells.

"Thank you, Narcissa," Hermione sighed, sitting herself down on a nearby chair. "We can just add onto the flat upstairs, you know." She loved her flat, and she loved her shop. She couldn't just give them up because she was having a child. "That way you're close to work and I'll be able to mind the baby and the till all at once."

Narcissa gasped, but kept her mouth shut. She had only just gotten on the good side of her son - he finally realised that she had planned for this to happen all along, knowing he only needed that initial push. And now he was happy, and couldn't complain. He still hadn't thanked her for it, but she could wait.

"Hermione," he groaned, not happy to have this conversation again.

"No, you love the shop just as much as I do. The flat upstairs means a lot to both of us. And I'm sure you can get the lot behind us for a good price. We can expand the flat. Make upstairs the rooms and just put the kitchen and a dining room behind the store. It'd be really nice, I'm sure," she bargained. "I will not give up working for any amount of time beyond me laying at St. Mungo's giving birth. I will take care of our baby and mind the till at the same time. And look at your mum," she pointed at Narcissa who was casually trying not to appear to be listening, "She can help. She's better at arranging flowers than you. And I know she'll want to spend time with her grandchild," Hermione insisted.

"Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea!" Narcissa added, clapping her hands in excitement.

Draco glared at the two most important women in his life. He felt like he was being played here. His mother was a Slytherin and knew how to manipulate a situation - look at how he got here, for instance - and his soon-to-be-wife was more devious than an entire first year of Slytherins.

"Just give in, love, you're not going to win," Hermione smirked - his smirk- and blew him a kiss.

"Fine," he rasped, turning to help his mother with the flower arrangements for their wedding that weekend.

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"If its a girl, how about Zinnia?" Draco asked, pulling Hermione in closer as they lay in bed.

"Hmm," she rubbed her growing belly, "I don't know, what if it's a boy?"

"Scorpius," Draco said with no hesitation, pulling a blanket over the two of them.

"That's almost as bad as Zinnia," she mused.

"It's a constellation, like my name and a tradition for any Black males," he whispered into her ear, placing his hand atop hers and following her movements.

"You're not really a Black, you know. And our child will be a Half-blood, I don't think Walburga will be too keen on us preserving Black family traditions," Hermione teased.

"Can you imagine her face if she knew? We simply must, just so we can rub it in her face. The last generation of Blacks, both Half-bloods," Draco cheered. "So Scorpius?" he waggled his eyebrows.

"I don't know, how about just Rose, if its a girl? Ara Rose," Hermione suggested.

"I like that. Ara is a constellation too, isn't it?"

"Yup," she yawned.

"Ara Rose for a girl. Would it be weird to name our son Scorpius Cactus?" Draco chuckled.

"Yes!" Hermione gasped, slapping his hand. "That's terrible! Why would you suggest such a thing?"

"It means bravery and endurance, and I'm sure he'll have that in spades. Just like his mother," he muttered into her ear. He kissed the side of her neck and pulled her in even closer.

"Must it be Scorpius?" she rolled her eyes. "What about Eltanin Adonis?" Hermione rolled over so that she was facing her fiance. She squished herself into him so that she half laid on top of him.

"A star in Draco? I like that," he agreed. "But what does Adonis symbolize?"

"Recollection of life's pleasures," she responded, yawning into his chest.

"Okay, I like that, good night love," he kissed the top of her head and wrapped both arms around her, making himself comfortable. He rubbed her belly once more and muttered, "Good night Eltanin Adonis or Ara Rose."

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Okay, that's really the end. Thank you for reading this whole thing and being there with me for the ride. I appreciate everything and you all are wonderful!