"Age does not protect you from love, but love to some extent protects you from age." -Jeanne Moreau

Ron Weasley sat in his favorite recliner in front of the muggle television set that he had grow so accustomed to that he didn't know how he survived for almost 19 years before he had one. His best friend, Harry Potter sat in a heavily flowered armchair beside him. They watched as the many Weasley and Potter descendants ran in circles, from the kitchen, to the living room and back. Every once in a while the sound of Hermione, Ginny or one of the other ladies occupying the kitchen would yell at them to stop running but their hearts weren't really in it.

Hugo was wrestling with the cat who was attempting to eat the Christmas tree, which Harry and Ron both found highly amusing and James was off teaching Al's daughter how to properly throw a dung bomb at her father.

"Hey, Dad?" Rose's voice drifted in the room.

"Yes?" He sighed, knowing that it meant he would most likely have to get up. Harry chuckled slightly at his friend's expense.

Suddenly all of the women transferred from the kitchen to the living room, making Ron sighed with relief.

"When you look at Aunt Hermione, what do you see?" Lily asked. Every woman looked at him so intensely that he knew he would never be able to answer this right. Harry didn't even attempt to hold in his laughter at this because he knew that Ron was doomed.

The old man took a breath and just looked at Hermione for a moment.

"Well, I see her but I guess it's not the way that you see her because I can see her the way she looked at the Yule Ball our fourth year and I see the way she looked on the day we got married. I see her the way she looked the first night we... well... never mind." He could feel his ears turning red, something that he had always hated because everyone always noticed. James faked gagging as he walked in the room, although that may have been real and caused by the dung bomb soaked Al chasing after his brother.

"Anyway, I see her the first time I met her on the Hogwarts Express, I see her like when I opened my eyes on the giant chess board and saw her hovering over me. I see her the way she looked when in our second year she got turned into a cat. I see her the way that she looked when she realized that the Department of Mysteries was a trap. I see her screaming at me. I see her the way she looked when she went through the phase when she kept sending the birds on me." Ron had lost everyone in the room except the only one who mattered. She was the only one in his vision. He tried to see her the way everyone else did. Her golden brown hair was grey and she wore it so short that it seemed curly instead of bushy. Her brown eyes were still as warm and bright as he had always seen them even if a few wrinkles had sprung up around them.

She gave him a look that reminded him of so many other things and something occurred to him. "I see her the same way that she looked the day I realized that I loved her. But most importantly, I see her the way that I want to. I still see the beautiful girl who is completely perfect that I fell in love with."

"Awww," All of the girl's cooed as Hermione gently kissed Ron. As they filed back into the kitchen, Harry clapped Ron on the arm.

"Nice save mate. I didn't know how you were getting out of that one."

"Neither did I." Ron laughed and looked up just in time to see the cat bring the Christmas tree down on top of his son.

A/N: This is for Indigo Pearl's 'Live, Laugh, Love' Challenge. I had a lot of fun writing this and I would love to have reviews!

-Prim