Disclaimer: the only character I own is Serenity Wood. Sad, but true.

Hello, loves.

It has been a while since I updated this one. Inspiration has been way out of wack lately. I'm sure some of you are wondering when the end will arrive, or you're wondering when they will "do the deed." Guess what?

It's here.

Yep. This is it. The last chapter. Enjoy it.

Love,

Avoline.

Draco sipped on a cup of tea as he waited for a copy of the Daily Prophet. It had been a week since the visit to Godric's Hollow. Serenity seemed to be doing better than before, much to his surprise. He had thought she would regress. Instead, she was much happier, and smiled more than ever.

An owl swooped in, carrying the Daily Prophet. She walked to the owl, gave it a treat, dropped the money into the pouch on the bird's leg, and unfolded the paper. He stood when a shocked expression covered her face.

"What is it, love," he asked. Her eyes met his.

"This guy," she said, holding up the issue. "He was at the manor. He was with those people that attacked us." Draco gently grasped the paper and looked at the picture. The deranged man on the cover glared at him.

"Are you sure, baby," he inquired. She nodded. "You know that means you will have to testify against him?"

"I know," she answered. "I've seen him somewhere else, though. He seems so familiar." Draco put an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't worry about it," he soothed. "All that matters is he's going to Azkaban." She still stared at the paper, and he began to wonder if she was just as hard-headed as his mother used to be.

Suddenly, she turned to him.

"He was at the final battle," she exclaimed. "Right before I changed, I saw him aiming a wand at me! He was the one who triggered the curse!" Draco stared at her.

"Which means he could have been the one who tricked your parents," he mused. She nodded. "You know we can't prove that to the Winzengamot."

"I know," she whispered. "But at least he won't be able to hurt anyone else for a long time." She smiled. "Dad can rest in peace now." He pulled her into a soothing hug.

"Maybe now, we can go home," he murmured. She pulled back and looked at him.

"But the manor," she began. He smiled.

"All fixed up and waiting for us," he replied. "Zambini decided to keep an eye of the repairs after the fight. All that's left is us." She rested her head against his chest.

"Home would be nice," she stated softly. He wrapped her in another embrace.

"Let's get packed then."

They apparated just above the iron gates. He could see her look of awe as they unlocked the lock and made their way closer to the manor.

"It looks like nothing happened," she murmured. He smiled.

"Exactly," he responded. "Just how my parents would have wanted it." He fought back the flood of emotion. He had mourned for them enough. It was time to do what they would want him to do: continue with his life and further the Malfoy name. He put an arm around Serenity. "Welcome home, love." The front door opened, and Zambini stepped out.

"Zambini," she called, breaking free of Draco and running to the darker man. Draoc chuckled.

"To think you couldn't stand her," he stated as he neared the duo. Zambini's gaze met Draco's.

"And I was wrong about her, wasn't I," he questioned. She giggled and stepped back.

"Let's all agree not to go camping together ever again," she pleaded. "I don't want to hear the two of you fighting." Draco and Zambini both nodded.

"I best be getting home," Zambini stated suddenly. "Mother is waiting for me. She worries about me a lot now." He smiled.

"See you later, Zambini," she muttered. As he left, She and Draco made their way into the house. He ebraced her from behind.

"Now that it's just the two of us," he growled, closing the front door with his foot, "why don't we celebrate in style?" He gently nipped her neck, grinning as she moaned. He gently urged her up the stairs, eager to claim her as his own. She giggled, darting up the stairs. He chased her. She evaded him. He grabbed her from behind and pulled her into one of the bedrooms.

"Draco," she exclaimed as he pulled her towards the bed. "This is your parents old room!"

"Now it's ours," he muttered, kissing her neck and sliding his hand under her shirt. He teased her nipples through the fabric of her bra, then lifted the shirt and flung it to the ground. He swiftly unlatched her bra and let it drop to the floor. She turned around, and he took one puckered nipple into his mouth, lifting her with his arms as he did so.

"Draco," she moaned. He carried her the rest of the way to the bed, laying her upon the plush comfetor. He pulled his own shirt off, then returned to continue teasing her body with his mouth. His fingers undid her jeans and slid down towards her heat. Her body arched under him, showing him just how eager she was. He dipped a finger into her. She was dripping wet and clearly ready for him. He quickly shed his pants and settled on top of her.

"Draco, be gentle," she whispered. "I... I'm a virgin."

Her words thrilled him to no extent. His eyes met hers.

"You mean to tell me you've been waiting for me," he inquired. She nodded. "Love, you know I will." He kissed her, then slowly began applying pressure. Gently, steadily, he applied constant pressure, until he reached her maidenhead. "This is going to hurt, love. That's something I can't help."

"I know," she whispered, anxiety lacing her voice. "Just get it over with." His lips met hers, then he gently bit her neck and pushed himself through her barrier.

Her nails dug into his back. She emitted a small squeak into his ear. He paused, giving her time to adjust to how her body felt. He could feel her trembling under him.

"You okay," he murmured. She nodded.

"The pain's starting to subside," she panted. "Oh, Draco, you feel so good." At her words, he began a gentle rhythm, slowly at first, but speeding up at her urging. He kept going, feeling her tighten around him, hearing her vocalization of her pleasure, until he thought he would burst with ecstacy.

Draco paced the waiting room. He was axious, and had every right to be. They wouldn't let him in the room with Serenity.

That's my child. That's my wife! I should be IN THERE, WITH HERE!

The door opened, and Draco turned to see the doctor walk in.

"She's here," the short man said. Draco followed him to her room. His silver eyes stared into the small, temporary crib, then turned to Serenity. She smiled.

"Happy birthday, love," she stated softly. He made his way over to her and kissed her before going to look as his child. The baby was sleeping. "She has your eyes."

"Hello, little one," he whispered, gently lifting the little bundle. "Oh, hello, Aroura, you beautiful thing."

"Aroura?" He looked at her sheepishly.

"That's the first thing that popped into my head when I looked at her," he explained. Her smile grew.

"Then Aroura it is," she murmured. "I love you so much, Draco." He walked over to her, still holding Aroura, and kissed her once again.

"I love you too, Serenity. For as long as I live."