Chapter 27 : Epilogue
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“MOM!” Noel yelled out from inside her room. Hermione, going slightly mad yanked open the door and stuck her head in. Her bedroom was nothing like what it was ten years ago. The pink Dora and Princess logos were replaced with maroon paint. There were posters of Pirates of the Caribbean and of House MD. The little canopy bed had been replaced by a queen size mahogany.
The Malfoys had moved into a medium sized house on the outskirts of town ten years ago.
Hermione’s heart jumped at moments like these when she saw that her little girl was a young woman. A beautiful one, for that matter.
“What?” she asked, in an exasperated tone, when all she wanted to do was hug her little girl until it hurt.
“Have you seen my new blue sweater? The one with the hood? I swear I put it over here last night…” she said, pulling her waist length blonde hair into a messy bun.
“I put it in the wash. It smelled like your dad’s socks,” Hermione said, picking up some strewn CDs and putting them on the shelf.
“Oh. Okay, then. I thought the twins got ahold of it…” she said, stuffing her trunk with other little things. “I can’t believe they are going to Hogwarts with me this year. I feel like dying!”
Hermione ran a hand over her little girl’s hair and held back tears. “It’s going to be so lonely without you guys driving me crazy…”
“Oh, Mom. Please don’t cry again. You know how emotional I get,” she took her mother’s hand and sat down on the bed. “I’ll be back in three months. Plus, this is my last year and then I’ll be home with you and Dad as long as you want.”
Tears leaked out of Hermione’s eyes. “You’re so big now. It just hits me sometimes.”
There was a knock on the door, followed by Max poking his head through. Wordlessly he came and curled up in his mother’s lap, not the least bit embarrassed that he was ten whole years old and still sat in his mom’s lap.
“Hey, twerp! Get outta here. We’re having girl time,” Noel said snottily, pulling on Max’s blonde hair.
He made some weird sound and cuddled closer to Hermione. “I don’t want to go…”
“But honey, think about all the fun you’ll have. Trust me, you’ll love it. I remember my first day of Hogwarts. You’re Daddy was so mean to me. I hated him so much!” Hermione said.
“Then what?” Noel asked. She was always fascinated by her mother’s stories of her Dad, Hogwarts, the war…
As per on cue, there was another knock on the door, and Draco poked his head through it. His shoulder length hair pulled back into a stubby ponytail. He was being followed by Julian who was going on about the Transformers movie and how “totally off the hook” it was.
“Someone talking about me?” Draco asked, picking up Julian and dumping him on the bed. “I thought I heard something about my dear wife hating me!”
“I was about to tell the kids how I hit you in third year,” she said smugly. The kids giggled.
“You did not!” Draco protested.
“Excuse me? I so slapped you. You were poking at my poor friend Hagrid and I decided to hit you. If only you could’ve seen the face you made!”Hermione said, and little Max writhed in her hold, laughing.
“Dad, just admit it. Mom’s way tougher than you!” Noel teased, tickling Julian where she knew he was weak.
Draco scoffed. “Psch. You guys just haven’t seen my manliness in action!”
“I’m way more manly than you, Dad,” Julian said, flexing his non-existant bulgy biceps.
Draco’s eyes met Hermione’s briefly, and their eyes conveyed what they couldn’t say aloud: life was changing, and fast.
“I think the goodnight police are coming in a few minutes,” Draco said.
“No! Please, just five more minutes?” Max asked. “Please?”
“You guys asked that half hour ago,” Hermione said. “Come on. Big day tomorrow, you need some sleep. And Noel needs her privacy too.”
“Alright,” Max said, the little Mama’s boy. “But I want to wake up early tomorrow. I want to say bye to Blizzard.”
“Blizzard likes me way better,” Julian said, before the two of them walked out the room together for their own room.
“I’ll go tuck them in. I’ll leave you two ladies to talk,” Draco said before following the boys out saying, “Blizzard so likes me the best.”
Blizzard was the family Rottweiler. At least that’s what they told them at the pound when they got him, most people just confused him for a bear.
“Is Tony taking the train tomorrow too?” Hermione asked about Noel’s childhood enemy, Tony, who just happened to be a wizard himself.
“Yeah… uh… he said he was going to catch the train after visiting his grandma…”
“Okay. I’ll leave you to your packing. Sleep early, long day tomorrow,” Hermione said, putting a kiss on her head before leaving.
When Hermione entered her room, Draco was already in bed. He was looked at her in a way that still made Hermione blush eleven years of marriage later. Hermione bravely stripped her clothes off before getting under the covers. After all, it was a hot, end of summer day.
“What are you thinking?” Hermione asked, pulling out the tie in Draco’s hair. She held his hair while slipping it off, careful not to pull his hair.
“Thinking about how we are going to have the house to ourselves for the first time in eleven years,” he said, enjoying her fingers combing through hair.
“What are you planning for us to do?” Hermione asked, toying with the earrings he still kept in his ear.
“Maybe we can watch television. All by ourselves. Maybe a motion picture for once, something about grown ups, not mutant ninja turtles or Gossip Girl. I think I’m tired of cartoons, and teenage drama,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. “Yes. We shall curl up on the nice sofa for once, and watch television. And then eat junk food without little hands sneaking into the bag and eating it all.”
“Hmm. Interesting,” she said, tracing her finger around his lips. All of a sudden she grabbed him by the back of the head and dragged his lips to hers. Almost instantly he was on top of her, gently opening her braid until it was loose and wild in his fingers.
“You might want to put up that silencing bubble,” she muttered, in between kisses.
He grabbed his wand from under his pillow and grunted a spell before returning to his business.
The next morning after a lot of hustling and bustling, they made it to King’s Cross Train Station in the nick of time. After Julian and Max told Noel where they had hid her trunk, after a lot of threats and ‘mean words’, they had made it.
Max, the slightly shy one, clung to his mother’s hand, while Julian thought it would be better to stick to his Pop, just incase some of the others kids saw him. He didn’t want to be branded the “mama’s boy” on the first day of school.
Hermione spotted some parents she met every year in September then in June since Noel had started Hogwarts. Draco smiled when he had to, but was much too worried about the boys looking at his daughter than to notice some of the single moms, and even some of the married ones, giving him a look over.
Hermione couldn’t think of anything but “don’t forget to write” and “you better eat all of your food at dinner”.
As the conductor signaled for the children to get aboard, Hermione turned to face her three children. Draco decided to let her do the talking, or she would yell at him later for not giving her time to say what she needed to be said.
“Julian, I want you to promise me you won’t play any mean pranks on any of the other kids, teachers, janitors, Headmasters or anyone’s pets.” Hermione said.
“I want you to promise me,” she said in her stern voice.
“I promise,” he groaned.
“Good. Now, Maxie, I want you to go and talk to the other kids. Try to make new friends, and make sure Julian does not do anything utterly stupid, okay?” she said, in a much softer voice. Max nodded.
“And Noel, I want you to take lots of pictures, try not to stress too much about studies, you’ll get those headaches again, and please please write to me whenever you get the chance!”
“Of course, Mom, you’ve already drilled this into our brains yesterday!”
The last whistle blew for the students to get aboard. “I love you guys!” she said one last time. Draco grabbed his kids in a giant bear hug before letting them board.
“Noellly!” she heard a very familiar voice call. She counted to ten before turning around to face her arch nemesis from childhood who was now her best friend in the whole world.
“Tony,” Noel snapped, “how many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”
“Why?” he said with an easy grin. “I like it.”
She moved her head back to get a good look at him as he entered her compartment. He had light, slightly olive tinted skin. His light brown eyes sparkled as they always had with a hint of green. Over his forehead fell a shock of the blackest hair she had ever seen in her life. It was so dark, it seemed almost blue at times.
“What took you so long? I was waiting,” she said, moving her fluffy brown cat Leo to his cage so Tony could sit.
“Aw. You were waiting? How sweet,” he said sarcastically, and slightly mocking.
Noel just looked at him as if she thought he was pitiful.
“Grandma decided she wanted to pack me some cookies, and they were still in the oven and had a few minutes to go,” he said, pulling out a paper bag that smelled sweetly of freshly baked cookies.
“Of course not.”
“Well, I suppose I won’t give you some of my dad’s homemade chocolate cake,” she shrugged.
Hermione and Draco sat on the sofa for five full minutes.
“Wow. This is so weird,” Draco said.
“The silence is eerie,” Hermione said. She frowned, “I miss my babies.”
“Oh, come on. We can totally have fun without them. We’re young and hip yet!”
“You saying the word ‘hip’ just tells everyone how young we really are,” Hermione said.
“Shut up,” Draco replied simply, “we can have fun.”
“We could watch the history channel,” Hermione suggested.
Draco groaned. “What are we going to do, my darling, without those nosey little kids around?”
“We could pull out the sofa bed and have a slumber party,” Hermione suggested with a twinkle in her eye.
“A slumber party at noon, with just the two of us?” he asked.
“I like the way you think,” he said, pulling the cushions out.
Okay: i cant believe i forget to add an a/n.
so i came back to fill one in
1. I haven't answered the whole why did Draco give up magic question...because perhaps there will be a sequel
2. YAY! its DONE
3. But there may be a sequel *hint*hint* but not yet
4. Give me your thoughts on Noel and Tony okay?
5. I love all you faithful readers who've been with me the entire time, and it has been a really long time. So thanks!
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