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Unstoppable by CharmedLife19
Chapter 11: Epilogue: The Standard Happily Ever After
Epilogue: The Standard Happily Ever After
Fifteen Years Later
Ginny observed as four nosey children overlooked the Annual Malfoy Holiday Ball preparations. The two brothers and two sisters were quietly discussing what the oldest – a tall, lanky blond boy – had overheard. Supposedly, their father was going to be running for the esteemed title of England’s Minister of Magic when their grandfather retired at the end of the next year.
Ginny smiled softly, a sense of déjà vu flowing over her as she listened to them talk. She had long forgotten, until now, the dream she had once woken from more than a decade and a half before. Presently reminded of it, she could now remember every second of clear as day. The only real difference was that in her dream she hadn’t been able to feel the soaring amount of pride and love she had for the meddlesome brood.
So intently was she listening, she didn’t hear another set of footsteps approaching. She nearly jumped when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist. His signature scent reached her nose as she instinctively leaned back into the familiar body; she continued to listen to the conversation going on less than ten feet away from her.
“What trouble are our offspring planning to get into now?” Draco whispered into her ear.
Ginny smirked. “Apparently someone overheard their father talking to their grandfather about a change in Minister of Magic.”
“I swear, it’s frightening how much James takes after me. This whole spying habit of his is exactly like something I would do when I was his age.” He rolled his eyes at the antics of his eldest son.
Ginny chose not to confess to her days of using Extendable Ears to spy on her parents and others in the Order. Sighing, she looked closely at the redhead, the youngest of the four, standing next to James. “We’re going to have a real mess on our hands with those two. He idolizes his brother. I’m not quite sure if we can handle two miniature versions of you.”
Draco bit his lip in an effort not to laugh. “Oh? You think that’s scary? Everyday Carmen becomes more and more like you.” He motioned to their second oldest, a strawberry blonde who was every bit as fiery as Ginny had been at her age.
Still appraising his children, he moved his attention to his third child and second daughter. “And Selena’s been spending an awful amount of time with Fred and George’s children. I think the pranksters are beginning to rub off on her.” There was no denying the mischief in the blonde’s eyes as she listened to her siblings discuss the possibility of being the Minister’s children. Personally, Draco couldn’t see how it would be much different for them to be the Minister’s children opposed to the Minister’s grandchildren.
He smiled at the thought of how nervous he was to be Minister of Magic. Years ago, he never would have admitted to how nervous the thought made him. Of course, he still had to run and get elected but the Malfoy blood in him allowed him no doubt of his campaign being a success.
“Do you think we should tell them they’re right?” His wife’s voice broke through his thoughts.
Draco nodded. “More importantly I think we should tell them to keep it to themselves until your father announces it this evening.”
Ginny smiled in agreement. “Yes, you do that and I’ll be right back.” Before her husband could object, she had already disappeared down the hall.
She returned a few minutes later to see her four beautiful children all sighing and nodding before turning to make their way down the stairs. Coming up behind him she wrapped her arms around her husband’s thin waist. He was just as fit as the day they had married, though only Merlin knew how. “I love you,” she whispered into his ear.
He turned to face her, his smile reaching all the way from his lips to his eyes. “I know, and I love you too.”
“I’m fully aware of how much you love me.” She rested her chin on his chest as she looked up into his eyes.
“Yes, just take our four children for example.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
She smiled a smile he knew she only used when she was hiding something. “Five.”
“What?” He face changed to one of confusion as he looked at her perplexed.
He waited for her to expand her statement before quirking an eyebrow in thought. “Did I forget one of our children? Because I could have sworn I was only there for four births.”
“That’s only because one hasn’t happened yet.” Her words were so nonchalant you would think she was talking about the weather.
“What do you…” His words trailed off as he pulled away just slightly to look down at his wife’s abdomen. Obviously, it wasn’t the flu she’d had the week before.
“You won’t be able to tell, I’m only a month along.”
He pulled her back to him as he captured her lips with his own. “God, I love you.”
She laughed, smiling as she pulled her face away from his and allowed it to rest on his chest. “Who would have ever predicted that we would have fallen in love?”
“Well, apparently my father. Though who knows how he became that intuitive.”
“A Malfoy and a Weasley, married in perfect harmony with their four, soon to be five, beautiful children.”
He smirked. “Even better, a Malfoy and a Weasley – together the most powerful couple in all Wizarding England.”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his cockiness, letting out a laugh instead. “Well, yes, that too.”
Thinking about the life they had built together, she couldn’t help but smile. Yes, the Malfoys were once again the most powerful and influential Wizarding family in all of England. But who would have guessed it would have taken a Weasley to get there?