How much How I Met Your Mother have I been watching recently? Way too much. I was having trouble writing a Romione story post Deathly Hallows so I decided: Hey, why not write a story of them through the years? So, I present to you: How I Met Your Father. WARNING: I try to be funny. Keyword: try. So, enjoy and I'll update every day or so. ;)
Prologue
Hermione's POV
"And that, kids, is the story of how I met your mother."
I smiled as the credits of the last episode in the final season of How I Met Your Mother began to play. The theme song was more of a sad anthem than a happy up-to-beat rhythm it was meant to be.
It was the year 2020. Rose (14) and Hugo (13) had been ecstatic about the annual marathon. Every year, upon their return home from Hogwarts, it had been a tradition to have a five-day How I Met Your Mother marathon. Why? Because, back when the show first aired in 2005, that happened to be the very same year Ron learned how to use the TV, and that was the first show we'd seen. And ever since, we'd never wanted to see it end. The last episode always took a little piece of our hearts with it.
Ron was sitting on the couch beside me. Rose and Hugo were sitting on the floor, looking as downcast as the rest of us felt. The last episode always did this to us. I smiled and thought about the adventures I'd had with Harry and Ron compared to what Ted had done in nine seasons.
Ron's breath in my ear distracted me from my train of thoughts. "I still think our story is better," he said in a soft voice.
I glanced at him with a smile. "Me too." I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. When I pulled back, I realized Rose and Hugo were watching us. I didn't blush as I would have maybe 22 years ago. "Yes?" I asked them politely with a defensive edge to my voice.
"You know, I realize something," Rose said. She crossed her legs as she turned to face us. "You've never told us the story of how you two met."
"Yeah," Hugo said with real curiosity in his voice as he kneeled on the floor. "And it might be interesting as long as it doesn't take nine years to tell…"
Ron and I laughed, both imagining how long we could take to tell our story. Many, many years. "Well, I could give you the short version," Ron offered. I glanced at him. Was there a short version?
"Sure," Hugo and Rose said, their blue eyes sparkling like their father's. I smiled, proud of them for no apparent reason.
"Well, there was this girl at Hogwarts that I really hated," Ron wrinkled his nose to add effect. "But she had a friend that I liked so I had to tolerate her. This girl… she drove me crazy. She was a bossy nagging control-freak. She hated Quidditch-" Rose and Hugo gasped in shock and I had to try really hard not to laugh, "-and, on top of that, she was an insufferable know-it-all!" he made wild hand motions for dramatic effect. "And you know what I did with her?"
"Tell her she was annoying?" Rose asked in her quiet, shy manner. Her eyes were wide, as if that was the worst thing she could imagine.
"Did you kick her, Dad?" Hugo asked earnestly.
"Not really," Ron glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "I married her."
"Mum?!" they exclaimed in unison. Rose broke off, "But... but if you hated Mum… what happened?"
Ron and I exchanged a look and laughed. It only took a second of staring into his eyes for all the memories to come back at once. Dirt… spiders… cats and rats… dress robes… dogs and otters… spearmint toothpaste… house elves… roses… Australia… other things I'd rather not think of in front of my children… our wedding… more other things… Rosie… Hugo… other other things… play dates with James… and Albus… and Lily… Rosie's first day of Hogwarts… Hugo's first day of Hogwarts… their returns… everything.
"Well, that's a good question, Rosie," I said when Ron didn't answer. "And I'd be happy to tell you. Kids, get comfortable," I smiled as I sat back in the couch with Ron's arm around me. "Because you're about to hear the story of how I met your father."
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