Chapter 15

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Chapter 15: "Icarus Rising Epilogue"

Epilogue.

"This looks to be as good a spot as any."

The sun shone brightly overhead as Ron laid a blanket out for their picnic lunch. The April day provided plenty of warmth, while a light breeze ensured a pleasant afternoon. Between jobs and routine responsibilities, the four did not have as much time to get together as they once did, so they took advantage of every weekend they could. Even if this particular weekend did include babysitting duty for Ron. Bill and Fleur had traveled to France for their anniversary, leaving daughter Laurel behind in her grandparents' care.

In return for making the bulk of the picnic food, Mrs. Weasley had convinced Ron to take Laurel on the picnic with him. A fun outing for the three-year-old, particularly since it would include her favorite person in the world, Draco Malfoy. To the comprehension of few, Laurel idolized the older Veela, following him everywhere she could like a duckling would its mother. At first, Draco felt unsure about how to react to such exuberant attention, more used to the general wariness he instilled in most people. But it wasn't long before he returned her adoration many times over.

"Draco, sit with me!"

"Okay," the blond softly replied. Her little palm was warm in his and he smiled as she climbed into his lap.

"My niece likes you better than she likes me, Malfoy," Ron groused, smiling.

It's because I'm prettier, Draco quipped blithely.

"That's hardly fair," Ron complained, once Harry passed on the retort. "You have vibes. Which my niece better never pick up on when she becomes a teenager, by the way."

"I think her future self's virtue is safe from Draco, Ron," Hermione chuckled, setting out the picnic dishes.

I could never be interested in anyone but Harry, he concurred. Harry smiled, rubbing circles into the small of his lover's back. He's the only person who can keep up with me.

"He says... Draco, shut-up!" Harry hissed, embarrassed.

The former Slytherin could barely contain his laughter at the near slip. Hermione eyed the two mischievously, deciding it was probably best not to know.

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