Hermione stretched out in the early morning light and settled back into the sheet and took a moment to smile. Turning to face the wardrobe in her small, airy bedroom she spied the white wedding dress, which hung upon it shining in the morning light.
The previous day, her and Ron had got married. 13 years they had been together, 10 years of feeling for each other, 9 years of loving each other and 6 years of being in a relationship with each other. They had been to hell and back on multiple occasions and had come out stronger and closer than ever before.
She felt Ron stir beside her and turned to face him. He was so beautiful to her. As he had got older, Ron's hair had changed from the fiery orange of his youth into a darker shade of red, which suited his pale skin perfectly. The clear blue eyes that Hermione fell in love with every single day hadn't lost their sparkle. She could read them so easily; they were the windows into his soul. Ron's body had changed from lanky and scrawny into lean and muscular. His overly large hands finally fitted his body but they were still just as clumsy as they were when he was younger. Hermione didn't mind though. The smattering of freckles across his face contrasted starkly with his pale face. There were forty-three of them at Hermione's last count. More always appeared during the summer months spent outside with his nieces and nephews holding impromptu Quidditch matches at the Burrow.
Hermione often wondered what their children would look like. She imagined tall read-headed children who shared her love of knowledge with Ron's love of food and sense of humour. She hoped they didn't inherit her frizzy hair and muddy eyes. Hermione's hair had tamed a lot as she got older but nothing could completely remove the frizz. She attempted to charm her hair before returning to Hogwarts to continue with her N.E., but even this failed. (Her hair had turned green and sang Celestina Warbeck every hour for 3 days).
Ron stirred again and she was shortly presented with the blue eyes she loved so much. He could still make her feel like a dizzy fifteen year old without trying hard enough.
"Morning Mrs. Weasley"
Hermione giggled "Morning Mr. Weasley" she replied moving closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder.
Ron wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"So, we finally did it Mione"
"Yeah, we did. You looked so handsome in those robes yesterday"
"Thank you. You looked stunning in that dress. I enjoyed watching you walk down the aisle in it. My favourite part however was taking it off you last night"
Hermione turned positively scarlet and began laughing.
"Well, those robes didn't come off themselves my dear. I remember you being quite eager to get them off quicker that trying to get my wedding dress off"
Ron laughed and turned over so that he was on top of her. She always looked beautiful when she woke up. Her hair was fanned on the pillow and her brown eyes still contained a look of sleepiness that Ron loved so much.
"Well Mrs. Weasley," Ron smiled "I wonder how quickly I can get this night dress off you"
Before Hermione could retort, her mouth was doing something much better.