Epilogue: Wednesday afternoon, somewhere over the Mediterranean

The wedding takes place without a hitch, even by his mother’s exacting standards.

Granger seems happy, and particularly pleased to have Potter and Weasley with her on her big day.

By mid afternoon, having managed to extricate her from the party, Draco’s flying her, in his mother’s carriage, towards a secret honeymoon destination.

(He’d intended taking her to Rome but, after a chance remark by Weasley, followed by some frantic owling on his own part, they’re heading for Egypt, which—the Weasel has assured him—will have Granger ‘wetting her knickers’).

In the meantime, having transfigured one of the carriage seats into a bed, he’s just consummated their marriage.

Twice.

“What did Harry give you?” asks Granger. She sounds sleepy—well, she bloody-well should be sleepy—but that doesn’t stop her being nosey.

“Hmm?”

“I saw him give you something, before we left.”

Draco sighs. “Accio letter.”

The Communication from the Ministry of Magic slithers from the breast pocket of his discarded jacket, and flies to his hand. “He told me not to open it until I was ready.”

“You are ready,” says Granger.

“I’ve married a monster…” He breaks the official seal, unfolds the parchment, and reads its contents.

“What does it say?”

He hands it to her.

“Auror training? Oh, Draco!” She hugs him tightly. “Ohhhh…”

“What if I don’t want to?” he murmurs into her hair.

“Don’t you?”

He shrugs. “I don’t particularly like working for my father, but I do like working with you, and I couldn’t—”

She silences him with a kiss he feels right down to his very depths. “Whatever you decide to do, Draco,” she whispers, “I’ll be at your side, my love. From now on, I’ll always be at your side.”

THE END