AN: Be kind. This is my first attempt at a HP fic. I do not own HP. I had this little scene of Ron and Hermione stuck in my head. This is the result.
I love having all of my family back home at the burrow. Bill, Percy, George, Ron, Ginny. It's too bad Charlie couldn't get back, but I suppose the grandchildren can take his place for now. I'm so happy that all of my children have found love. Family reunions are my favorite times out of the whole year.
I looked out through the doorway of the kitchen, observing my youngest son and his new wife on the couch. She had her nose in a book, as always. He was sitting next to her, playing with her hair.
He was the son I never wanted, but it turns out, he was the son I needed. I've realized this now. Sure, he may not have brought the most to the family, but he still has brought us so much. Without him, we would have never met Harry. Yes, I have said that I would have loved to have Harry as a son, but we wouldn't be the family we are now without Ron.
Ron has done so much for us; for me. He gave us the chance to help rid our world of the most evil creature that ever lived. He showed us just how far a little bit of help can go. My youngest son brought us together as a family. All of my children have stood up for what is right, but he went above and beyond to protect and take care of what matters to him.
I smiled. He tugged on her hair gently, trying to get her attention. It wasn't working. He brushed her hair back away from her face and whispered something in her ear. She turned her head and looked at him before going back to the book.
They are very good for each other. She keeps him grounded, while he makes sure that she doesn't get too serious. They bicker a lot, but they almost seem to enjoy their bickering. They developed their relationship early on, but neither would admit it.
I felt a head on my shoulder. I leaned my head against it.
"They remind me of another young couple I used to know," my husband murmured.
"Who's that?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, I don't remember their names," he said, "but I do remember hearing that they went on to be fantastic parents, oh and they were very much in love."
"We still are, dear." I whispered before kissing his cheek.
I looked back to the couch. Ron whispered in her ear again. She quickly closed the book, and hit his side with it. I smiled again. They were such a perfect match.