'I shall call out the names of students who are graduating today.' says Dumbledore, 'Pansy Parkinson. Harry Potter. Patil Padma. Hermione Granger. Ron Weasely. Draco Malfoy. Y/n Y/L/N. Thomas Green. Mattheo Malfoy. Jean Brown. Aoife Hanratty. Keira McKane. Neville Longbottom. Luna Lovegood. George Weasley. Fred Weasley. Ginny Weasley. Please come up, claim your degree, and you may leave!'

'Yay!' 

'Lets go babe.'

{Five years later!}

Y/n y/l/n, do you take Draco as your lawfully wedded husband?'

'I do.'

Draco Malfoy, do you take y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?' 

'I do.'

'I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.'

Draco pulls you in for a passionate kiss, and then the two of you are married.

{Ten years later!}

'Ah!'

'Push, come on y/n!'

You are in so much pain, as you are giving birth to your very own child. You and Draco have been ecstatic since you found out you were pregnant. Draco is standing outside, silently watching.

'I can see the head! Your almost there! Oh, oh, oh!'

The nurse leaves with your baby. Draco comes in and holds your hand while the nurse comes back in.

'Mr and Mrs Malfoy, you have given birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her, despite the fact that she was a premature baby!'

'Oh my God!' you feel like crying.

'This is our baby girl...'

'What shall we name her?'

'I know! How about Luna?'

'I love it...'

You fall asleep.

{11 years later, at Platform 9¾.}

'Alright Luna, have fun at Hogwarts! We'll owl you once a month. Love you!'

You grasp your only daughter in a hug.

'I'm so proud of us Draco.'

'I love you y/n.'