Last chapter! Thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed and made my story one of their favorites.

It was the first day of school. Magic Primary opened its doors for the first time to the younger children of the magical world. Hermione stood in the foyer, anxiously awaiting the minute the front door would open and the school would fill with students. Twenty-five were enrolled for the first year, and would be split into groups according to their ages. Draco had been assigned the nine and ten year olds, while she took the five to six year olds. Kit would be in the three to four year old class taught by Luna Lovegood.

Draco descended the stairs with Kit in his arms and stood by Hermione's side. She twisted the thin, gold wedding band around on her finger nervously. "Everything will be great," she told herself. "This is going to work."

"Of course it will," Draco said. "It'll work because it's you, and everyone knows there's no one better to teach their children than you."

Kit, who had remained silent until then, spoke up. "Why can't I be in Daddy's class?" Her lower lip jutted out as she shot them both a look to let them know how upset she was by the arrangement. "Max at least gets to be in your class, Mummy," she added. "Why can't I be older?"

"Next year, you'll be in my class," Hermione assured her. "Miss Luna will be a very good teacher though."

"But then I have to wait to be nine to be in Daddy's class," Kit argued. "I don't even know that lady who teaches after you."

Draco gave her a gentle, encouraging squeeze. "You'll get to know her," he promised. "And my room is right across the hall from your classroom. I'll be able to see into your room anytime I want, and you can see into mine."

She leaned in closer, whispering in Draco's ear. "What if Mummy has a baby?" she asked, and despite the hushed tone, Hermione heard the question. "Then I won't get to be in her class next year."

"Let's cross that bridge when we get there," Hermione told her.

"How soon til we get to the bridge?" Kit wanted to know.

Draco laughed as the back door opened. Luna, followed by a shy, plump younger girl, entered the foyer. Hermione quickly greeted Luna, who turned her attention to her soon-to-be pupil. Draco greeted Laura White, who would teach the seven and eight year old class. With a nervous smile she nodded her head in their direction before looking at the door.

"It'll open soon," she said quietly.

Hermione smiled softly. Laura was a Hogwarts graduate, one who had exceeded the expectations of the professors. She was muggleborn and felt the need to prove herself, quite like Hermione had. When Kingsley had shown her records to Hermione, she quickly wrote Laura a letter of intent, desperate to hire her for the school. Though shy, she was intelligent and a magical force with which to be reckoned.

"You really never had anything like this when you were a child?" Laura asked.

Draco shook his head. "No, this is the first of its kind here in our world," he told her. "Leave it to Hermione to think it up. Always was the brightest witch."

The back door opened once more and in walked Adrian, with a very nervous Max attached to his leg. But he slowly unwound himself when he caught sight of the Malfoys. Hermione bent down and Max ran into her open arms. "I really get to be with you this year?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her neck.

"All this year and all next year too," she promised. "Then you'll go to Miss Laura's class."

Max turned to look at the blonde. She had become somewhat familiar to him over the past few months since she had been hired. Adrian had always taken an interest in the school, but it was the acquisition of Laura that had him coming by more and more often. Something akin to a relationship had begun to form between the pair, and Max had confided once to Kit that he may soon get the mother he always wanted.

"I like her," he whispered in Hermione's ear. "Almost as much as I like you."

Hermione smiled and placed a kiss on his round cheek. "You'll always be my buddy, right , Maxxie?"

A smile lit his face. "Just like you'll always be mine, Aunt Mione."

He let go and returned to his father as Draco checked his watch. In fifteen minutes, the school would be alive with students and learning. His arm wound around his wife's shoulders and held her closely to his side. Still newlyweds, the couple was often hard to separate, and Hermione had purposely arranged the rooms so they would be able to steal glances of one another as they taught. They would be catty corner to one another, and so long as Draco stood at the back of his room with Hermione at the front of hers, they would never be far from one another's sight.

"I was just thinking this place needs something," Draco murmured when he was sure no one else was paying attention to them.

Hermione turned and slipped her arms around his waist. "What's that?" she asked.

A mischievous smile quirked up the corners of his lips. "This place could use a Room of Requirement." His voice was husky as he leaned in close to her ear, placing delicate kisses along her skin. "Someplace that no one knows about. Someplace we could just escape to when we need a bit of alone time."

Hermione chuckled. "I call that home," she retorted.

He shook his head. "What about at lunch time when I want some private time with my beautiful wife? Where do we go then?" he wondered.

Her smile soon matched his. "There's always the attic," she reminded him. "There's an entire living space up there, remember?"

"We could get to work on our own little Malfoy," he suggested excitedly. "Merlin, I can't wait to see our first child. I think I'm already in love with someone who isn't even real yet."

Her lips brushed his quickly and her smile returned. "I love you," she assured him.

His hand cupped her cheek, thumb sweeping back and forth over soft skin. Before he could speak, the clock chimed eight times.

It was time to open the door.

The End