The three men walked into the kitchen where the girls were all washing, drying, and putting away dishes. They were laughing and joking as if nothing was about to happen.

Beside Harry, Ron cleared his throat loudly, and they all turned to look at him. "Er, Hermione, come here for a moment?" He posed it as a question rather than a command.

She looked back at the Weasley women with a curious expression on her face. She walked over to Ron and he took her hand.

"Right, well, um," he stammered and paused to gather his thoughts. He grabbed Hermione's left hand in both of his and got down on one knee. At once her eyes began to fill with tears and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny both smiled. "Hermione, you are the most intelligent, beautiful and wonderful girl that I have ever met. The first day I met you on the train, I thought that you were going to be the most annoying person I'd ever meet." Hermione laughed through her tears. "But then we grew up together, and I got to know you, and I learned that you were so much more than brainy. I love you so much, and there is only one thing that would make me happier than I already am." He took a deep breath, as though he was about to plunge into a hundred-foot deep lake, and asked the question he was dying to ask, "Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"

Hermione sniffed, with tears rolling down and a huge grin on her face, and nodded. He pulled out the ring from his pocket and slipped it onto her ring finger of her left hand. He stood up and wrapped his arms around and lifted her in the air. They kissed and laughed. Everyone in the kitchen was clapping and cheering. They broke apart and Hermione looked to Ginny, "Will you be my maid of honor?"

"Of course I will!" The two girls hugged quickly.

Hermione quickly found Harry and wrapped him in a neck-cracking hug. Their hug was a little longer than the one the girls had shared, but conveyed different emotions, "Congratulations, Hermione."

"Thank-you," she said as she released him.

"Well, it looks like we've got a third wedding on our hands," Mrs. Weasley said smiling.

They drank in everything, the day that began as sad and sorrow had turned into one of the happiest.

"Oh goodness," said Hermione surprised. "Is it that time already?" They all looked at their watches to see that it was nearly midnight.

"I'll write a letter to Minerva, telling her that you'll sleep here tonight Ginny. Harry, you'll do the same—"

"Really, Mrs. Weasley, there's no need, we can go home."

"Nonsense, Teddy's already asleep, there's no need to wake him. You and Ron can sleep in his old room."

"Mum, we can go home—"

"Would you lot let me have my night with everyone in the same house? Please. Hermione, you can stay in Percy's room. Ginny, were did you put Teddy?"

"In my room. How about this: Harry and I can stay—" she began with a twinkle in her eye as she smirked at Harry.

"I think not," said Mr. Weasley firmly.

"Thanks for that Ginny," Harry said.

"Girls, you can stay in Percy's room. Unless you'd rather have separate rooms."

"No, thanks Mrs. Weasley, together is fine."

They all said their goodnights and went to their rooms. Harry could hear Ginny and Hermione giggling for half the night.

"Congratulations mate," Harry said as they drifted into unconsciousness.

They woke the next morning to the sounds of clanking pans and the smell of bacon and sausage. Harry loved being at the Burrow. He had all responsibility lifted off his shoulders, Mrs. Weasley took very good care of both him and his godson. Teddy especially loved coming here, he loved chasing the gnomes and the chickens, loved her cooking, and even loved dancing along to Celestine Worbeck. On his way down to the kitchen he stopped at Ginny's room to check on Teddy, but only to find him missing.

Harry ran down the remaining stairs at an unnatural pace and into the kitchen, "Teddy," he said panting. "He's—"

"Here." Ginny finished his sentence, turning with Teddy on her hip. "Harry, what's wrong?"

"I saw his—your bed, and Teddy wasn't there. I got worried."

She smiled and walked over to him and kissed him sweetly, smiling, she said, "Good morning Harry."

He smiled back and lifted Teddy out of her arms, "Good morning, Ginny."