He smiled like he had never before, the weight of a master who used and abused him finally dead and able to lead his own life with the other he had forgiven, knowing only Hermione would allow for him only the best. "A world with you by my side is utopia, my love," he replied in his deep baritone and helped her stand, finally tired of the festivities surrounding them to lead the way through the happily oblivious crowd. Tom, lead by Hermione's hand, brushed Draco's bare shoulders where he stood pleasuring a red-head alongside Harry who was with his own.