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A/N: This is a one-shot fic. Hope you like it!

I stared down lovingly at the little baby girl in my arms. Her small chubby fingers were wrapped around my finger, and she was soundly asleep. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed in and out. She was beautiful.

Diane.

"Oh, my beautiful Diane," I whispered to my little girl.

Of course, the baby girl didn't reply. She was asleep.

"I hope your life won't be as difficult as mine was," I whispered, dreaming of the future I wanted her to have.

I could almost hear faint music playing in the background. Subconsciously, I started dancing around the floor, stepping lightly, and making sure I didn't wake my baby. And suddenly, as I turned in my steps, I saw him.

"Are you –" I started breathlessly.

"Yes, my dearest," he replied, putting his strong arms around me, "Always with you."

I smiled and rested my head against his shoulder.

"How is Diane?" he asked gently.

"She's fine," I replied, still delighted that he was here.

"She'll be a fine witch," he said.

"Yes," I said, "She'll be an excellent daughter, playful, but still studious."

He laughed, "She doesn't need to be studious. As long as she has fun in her life. Living a normal life."

"And what's your definition of normal?" I asked lightly.

"Without all the dangers we faced," he replied simply.

I smiled and nodded – that was exactly what I wished for my daughter.

"Will you dance?" he asked rather suddenly, extending a hand towards me.

I smiled, placing Diane back in her crib, and said, "Always, my love, always."

I placed my hand in his and we whirled around in circles, staring into each other's eyes – entranced. The music continued to play and he held me close as we danced together.

I seemed to step automatically, not needing to concentrate on the dance itself.

As he leaned down to kiss me, I closed my eyes. But the music abruptly stopped and his warm hands disappeared. I opened my eyes in confusion and saw nothing. I looked over to the crib and saw that Diane was still sleeping soundly.

I sighed. Of course. He wasn't alive. It was just my imagination playing tricks again. I picked up Diane out of her crib and held her in my arms again. As I stared at her peaceful face, I smiled, seeing the memories of my dear Ron in her. And it was then that I knew. Ron would never really be gone.

He would always be with me – in my memories…and most of all…in my heart.

A/N: Some Ron/Hermione fluff…how was it? Please review!