Sorry this is a little late – busy time of year! Had a great day at the Harry Potter studios on Monday (my 7th visit) seeing Hogwarts in the snow, in the actual snow!

Anyway, here is my final chapter of this little story. Thank you so very, very much for all the incredible reviews – you really do make me smile. I shall get back to you all personally (if you're logged in) but it might not be until after the Holidays now.

See below for a little note on what's next :)

Usual disclaimers apply.

Chapter Seven

"And here comes Gryffindor's most promising chaser this season, Rose Granger-Weasley, whizzing down the pitch. Look at the girl go! She's in possession of the quaffle. Ooh, nice dodging of a bludger there. She shoots, and…YES!" The commentator screamed as the crowds erupted. "Gryffindor score! Gryffindor in the lead with 60 points to 20!"

"Yes! Yes!" Ron was jumping up and down in the stands. "Did you see that?" he was literally yelling in my face. "That's my girl! That's my little girl!" he was screaming excitedly for everyone to hear as he pumped his fist in the air.

"Yes, sweetheart,"I rolled my eyes at him. "But...calm down," I patted his chest as the other parents were watching him in amusement, especially Harry and Ginny who were stood beside us. Rose glanced over as she zoomed past on her broom and shook her head. "You're going to embarrass her," I reminded him.

"Never mind her, he's embarrassing me!" Ginny muttered as she tugged up the hood on her cloak, hiding her flaming red hair. Harry laughed.

"Oh, yeah. Right, right," he nodded to himself and stopped dancing, but still had the biggest grin on his face. "Did you see her though?" he asked me.

I nodded. "I saw her. She is incredible. Though I don't know where she gets the talent from," I teased him.

"Maybe her talented aunt?" Ginny suggested in a loud whisper.

Ron shot us both a disgruntled look before refocusing on the game. Although I was intently watching too, happy to see my daughter in her element and being a supportive mother, Quidditch still wasn't my thing. I watched it to support those I loved. Mostly I was excited to see our children after the match. Ron though, was enthralled and I had to smile at him – he was so damn proud of our daughter.

"Oi!" he yelled then. "Watch out Rosie! That bloody git!" he huffed as one of the beaters from Ravenclaw hit a bludger her way. "Rose!" he yelled, "behind you!"

"Ron, she's seen it. She knows how to play," I told him, trying to get him to calm down. I shared a look with Ginny who rolled her eyes behind her brothers back. Rose was never going to let us come to another match again at this rate!

"Bet he wasn't this concerned when I was playing, was he?" Ginny asked me.

I just shook my head and sighed, hoping for a quick game. Harry reached behind his wife and patted my arm, commiserating with me.

"Where's your son?" Ron then demanded of Harry, referring to James. "He's supposed to be keeping those bloody bludgers off his own team!"

"Which he is doing, if you watched anyone play other than Rose. Look," Harry pushed his glasses back up his nose as he nodded towards the pitch just as James whacked a bludger. Harry was proud his eldest son had made the team, obviously. But, I think a small part of him was a little disappointed he hadn't followed in his fathers footsteps and become a seeker. Still, James was a very good beater.

"Soddin' toe rag! Trying to hurt my baby girl on purpose," Ron was still fuming and glaring at the beater playing for Ravenclaw.

"Ron, its part of the game, remember?" I sighed.

"Not when it comes to my daughter. Oh, she dodged it. Thank Merlin for that!" he breathed a sigh of relief. "Nice movie Rosie!" he yelled and then got excited again when she had hold of the quaffle once more.

I sighed and shook my head at his antics. He was endearing, but if this was going to be a long game, Ron might give himself an aneurysm before it was over, if wizards could suffer from such a thing.

Finally, after another half hour of teenagers rapidly zooming around the pitch, balls flying here and there and much bellowing from the crowd (most of which I suspected came from my own husband and brother-in-law) the Gryffindor seeker - a tiny, olive skinned girl, caught the snitch. Making Gryffindor's final total 240 points, to Ravenclaw's mere 80.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ron was pumping his fist again as he jumped up and down in time with his cheering. "She won! She won!" he shouted and picked me up, spinning me around in his excitement, before planting a big kiss on my lips.

"Ron! People are watching," I reminded him, shooting little glances left and right and saw people whispering and giving us sly looks.

"Gross!" Ginny shook her head and pretended to be sick.

Ron stuck his tongue out at his sister, behaving very immaturely. "Like I care! Our daughter won the match!"

"I believe her team won, sweetheart," I laughed at him as Harry and Ginny were about to protest their son's merit towards the team as well. "Come on, let's go down to the pitch now," I told him when I saw other people doing the same. "I can see Hugo running over already. And, remember," I grasped his wrist to pull him back, "do not embarrass them, be cool!" I warned him before letting him go. "Though, you've probably already done that," I added under my breath as he charged down the stairs.

Rose was celebrating their win with her fellow Gryffindors, laughing, grinning and cheering with her friends amidst much back slapping going on. I had to hold Ron back, otherwise he'd have been in the middle of things too, probably hoisting Rose up on his shoulders or something.

"Hi Mum, Hi Dad!" Hugo panted after his race across the pitch and grinned up at us.

"Hello my darling," I gushed at seeing the perfect mini image of his father again after so long. Seven weeks seemed such a long time to be away from your own child.

"Mum!" he whined, checking over his shoulder to see if anyone had overheard.

"But it's so good to see you, sweetheart. We've missed you. Are you okay? How is school going?" I continued, ignoring his protests.

"Hey kid," Ron ruffled his son's mop of messy ginger hair.

"Dad! Ger'off!" He shoved Ron's hands away as he attempted to brush his hair back down, already exposing hints of the tell tale Weasley blush across his cheeks. "Rose said you promised not to embarrass us," he grumbled, kicking the grass with his toe.

"I'm sorry Hugo. It's just...it's good to see you," I beamed at my baby boy.

"Yeah, we've missed you loads," Ron added. "The house is much too quiet without my partner in crime," he laughed. Hugo looked a little embarrassed, but also pleased to hear he was so missed. I think, for a while before he'd started school, Hugo had been worried we'd forget about him or be glad he was out of our hair or something.

Giving in to his urge and forgetting that he was surrounded by his peers and schoolteachers, he suddenly flung his arms around his Dad and then myself. "I missed you too," he mumbled.

I smiled over Hugo's head at Ron as I hugged my son, only realising in that moment just how much I missed both of our children and how much I hated them being away. "Well, only a few more weeks and you'll both be home for Christmas," I promised as he pulled back from us.

He nodded silently, looking a little sad and I wondered if he was still struggling with his homework. I'd have to try and help him, I couldn't let my little boy struggle.

"I told you no hugging!" Rose had finally left her friends and was sauntering over to us, her broomstick – an early birthday present before the start of term – over her shoulder.

"There's my awesome girl!" Ron bellowed.

"Dad!" she whined and covered her face with her hand in humiliation.

"We were doing as we were told, Rose. Hugo chose to hug us first," I informed our daughter, itching to get my arms around her too. At 14 she thought she was so grown up now, but she'd always be my little girl.

She bit her lip for a moment, a characteristic of my own she had inherited, and then glanced around at all the other students now talking to their parents and how most of them were hugging, including Harry and Ginny with their brood. She seemed to think better of it and suddenly threw herself into our arms. Ron grinned triumphantly as he delighted in hugging his kids. I'd always known he was an incredible father from the moment Rose had been born, but seeing him so happy with them again, really touched me. He would do anything for them.

"Congratulations on winning, sweetheart," I told her as the too brief hugs were done with. "You were so good," I beamed, proudly.

"Good?" Ron asked, affronted. "She was more than good! You're bloody amazing Rosie, incredible. The best on the team!" he boasted loudly.

"Dad!" she hissed, a blush rising up her neck, yet she beamed with happiness at his praise.

"I'm afraid your father got a little excited watching you," I smiled at them, my arm casually around my son's shoulder. I took it as a good sign that he wasn't shrugging me off.

"Yes, I saw," she rolled her eyes. "Really Dad? Dancing?"

"Well, I can't help it when my daughter has so much talent. Honestly, I reckon you'll be following in your Aunt Ginny's footsteps," he declared with pride.

"You think so?" her eyes widened and a smile grew on her face. She hadn't decided what she wanted to do once she left school – she had changed her mind as often as the weather from about the age of six. But, apparently being a professional Quidditch player was now a new option.

"Yes!" Ron nodded, earnestly. "You've got the talent for it. Got to keep your practice up and..."

"But don't forget to study and do your best with your homework," I added.

"Oh Mum!" she laughed, sharing a look with her Dad.

Ron, catching the look I gave him, cleared his throat. "Your Mum's right, need to keep on top of your school work too and..."

Rose just laughed at him, knowing he was only saying that so I didn't get upset with him.

Whilst they enthusiastically began dissecting the game, I pulled Hugo aside and asked if he was doing okay with his school work now. "There's no shame in asking for help, sweetheart. Just ask your father." I smiled over at him, the big grin on his face as he chatted with his daughter about his favourite subject – well besides food and, something more intimate that I hoped he'd never discuss with her.

"Oh, it's fine now Mum," he mumbled. "I just, I got a bit confused with Potions, but then Lily said she was struggling too, so we went to library together and worked it out."

"That's my boy," I smiled, just as proud of him for sorting out his own academic struggle as I was with Rose playing an exceptional game. "Is Potions the only one you've been struggling with?" I checked, wanting to make sure he was doing okay – he never told me much in his occasional letters.

He shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, Transfiguration is a bit hard, but, I did okay on my last homework. And Astronomy is so boring," he muttered.

I smiled and patted his shoulder, wanting to hug him again, but also not wanting to show him up any further. It was tough enough being a first year as it was. "You'll be fine sweetheart. You've only been here a few weeks, but it will all start to make sense once you settle in more. Though, if you need help, please ask someone. Send me an owl if you feel you can't ask anyone at school, there is really no need to struggle."

"I know Mum. I'm fine, I like being here now. Professor Longbottom is pretty cool." he grinned. "He's been showing me some great plants. One of them lives on troll bogies, did you know that?" he laughed.

"No, I didn't," I smiled at him indulgently, pleased to hear he was settling in. "That sounds, erm...lovely!"

"Yeah," he was nodding, a big grin on his face now. "And Hagrid is hilarious. He invited me and a friend for tea last weekend. Kieran thought it was so cool that I knew him."

"I'm glad to hear that. I knew you'd be all right," I smiled, filled with pride once again. We had certainly been blessed with two amazing kids and I loved and missed them dearly. "Now, your Dad and I have a bit of surprise for you both," I smiled over at Ron as Rose turned to look at me at the mention of a surprise.

"Please tell me you're not having another baby?" She looked absolutely horrified at the thought.

"What?" I spluttered, sharing a look with Ron over their heads. "Why would you...what on earth makes you think..."

Rose huffed rather loudly. "Jayne Fielding, in my dorm room, she got a letter from home the other day and her Mum told her she's pregnant again! But, her mum's so old! It's just gross!" she pulled a face at the very idea.

"Thanks, love!" Ron pulled a face back at her. "I'll have you know that your Mum and I are not too old. But, don't worry – there are no babies planned for us." He looked towards me and met my eyes in a secret smile. There might have been a moment of panic back in France when I realised I hadn't taken my contraceptive potion. It was all sorted now and no harm done, though we had briefly toyed with the idea if another baby were to come along, but then quickly agreed we were happy with the children we already had and had no need to start again with an infant at this point in our lives. "Although..."

"Don't even think about it!" Rose and Hugo warned us at the same time – the pair of them in sync.

"Your Dad is just teasing you," I smiled at our children. "Don't worry, you two are all we need."

"Phew!" Rose sighed and Hugo laughed.

"What we were going to say though, is that your Head Mistress has given us permission to take you into Hogsmeade for dinner, so..."

"Yes!" Hugo whispered, excitedly. Probably more to do with the fact he got to visit Hogsmeade than having dinner with his Mum and Dad though.

"Oh..." Rose looked torn, glancing over her shoulder towards the castle, where most of her team mates and house were heading back to already.

"I know, the cool victory party in the common room," Ron nodded, understanding why she was torn as he remembered parties of the past we'd enjoyed in the common room.

"It's okay, we know you want to be with your friends," I assured her. "Which is why we're going to go visit with Hagrid and Neville for a couple of hours. So, you can still enjoy your party."

"Yes! Thanks!" she grinned, giving us both big hugs again. I perhaps held onto her a little longer than she liked.

"So, you can have fun at the party, then we can go out for a family dinner. In about two hours?" I checked my watch and asked Ron his opinion.

He nodded. "Yeah, meet us in the Entrance Hall in two hours and we'll all go into Hogsmeade together. We have to get you back before curfew," he sighed. I knew it was going to hard for us both to say goodbye to them again.

"Okay!" Rose grinned, jumping about now, eager to go. "We'll see you in a bit," she was already backing away from us, jogging backwards towards the castle.

"And make sure you shower, sweetheart!" I called after her.

She turned and scoffed at me as Hugo ran to catch up with her. "See you in a bit!" he called back.

"And don't be late, 'cause I'm hungry!" Ron added, making them both laugh. Ron's never satisfied stomach was a long standing joke amongst all the family.

Once they were out of sight, he turned and took my hand, giving me a smile before we followed after Ginny and Harry who were already wandering down the trail leading to Hagrid's hut. He should be expecting all of us, since we'd owled him, and Neville was going to meet us there once he had seen his students safely back inside the castle.

The last few days for Ron and I in France had been perfect and idyllic. We'd spent hours just talking, making love and snuggling together on the sofa. But we'd also ventured out for dinner a couple of nights, taken moonlit strolls along the beach, wandered through the local market and spent a lazy afternoon or two swimming in the sea. It had been exactly what we'd needed to reconnect, to find one another again and re-establish our relationship.

We had both agreed that this was something we should do on an annual basis at least. Now that we were free for much of the year and we could afford it, we realized that we deserved some time away on our own just to enjoy quality time spent together and a chance to recharge. Holidays with the children were fun and glorious and happy, but...they were anything but restful.

Right now, the pair of us were happier than we'd been in a long time, much more settled together again and, so long as we both continued to work on this once we got back home and into our routines again, I knew we were going to be just fine.

Our visit with Hagrid was enjoyable. He was thrilled to see us, overly excited even as we reminisced about old times, caught up on one another's lives and heard all about his latest creatures. Neville had managed to pop in for a cup of tea with us all and it was almost like old times again. You know, apart from the most evil dark wizard ever not trying to kill us around every corner any longer! Ron and I thanked both Neville and Hagrid for helping Hugo to settle in - the pair of them assured me that it was no bother and that he was a good kid. Thankfully we had the excuse of going out for dinner soon and not wanting to spoil our appetites to turn down the offer of his infamous rock cakes. which, alarmingly, looked even worse than they had when we'd been in school!

"I think we should get a dog," Ron suddenly blurted out as we made our way back up to the castle.

"We should what?" I stopped walking to look at him.

"A dog. I want to get a dog," he repeated, stopping to turn and look where I was when my hand tugged on his.

"Ron? A dog? Really?" I sighed.

He shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, you know I've always wanted one. And, it would be company for me on the nights you have to work late or something and...oh come on Hermione," he called after me when I started walking away.

"A dog Ron?" I shook my head, dubiously. Why was he springing this on me now? Just when we were getting settled again.

"Yes, a dog." He jogged to catch up with me. "Just a small one of course. And I'd want to get a boy so I can call it Chudley," he grinned. Obviously this wasn't just some passing fancy if he'd thought that much about it already.

"Dogs take a lot of looking after, you know," I pointed out, as though I was explaining this to one of the children.

"I know that," he rolled his eyes at me. "You wouldn't have to do anything, he'd be my dog so I'd look after him." He gave me a hopeful grin as he slipped his hand back into mine. "I can walk him every day after work. And, during the day, he can come to work with me. I can set up a basket and stuff for him in my office or the stock room or something. He wouldn't be a problem. Come on Hermione..." he whined, exactly the way our daughter had learnt to do when she wanted something. I wonder where she got that particular trait from?

I sighed, wondering if it would be such a bad idea. A dog in the family. I knew the children would go crazy for the idea. I also knew Ron was much more responsible these days, though he had always looked after his animals – even that damn rat! And, if he'd thought about this enough to choose a name for it and what would happen to it when we were both at work, I knew it was something he really wanted. Could I deny him that? A companion when I was late at work? Besides, I might be nice to have another patter of feet...paws, around the house. It had been years since my beloved Crookshanks had passed away, and Chicken wasn't exactly great company these days.

I sighed deeply, knowing that I was going to give in to him. "Listen, we'll talk about this more when we get home. But, not a word of this to the children yet!" I warned him, not wanting a battle of three against one to fight.

"Great!" he beamed at me, knowing he was going to get what he wanted.

We stood just inside the Entrance Hall, waiting for our children as other students were beginning to file into the Great Hall for dinner. We received many curious glances and a few whispers and pointing. As well as a steady stream of nieces and nephews surprised to see us there and come over to say hello or give us a hug.

"It is so weird being back here," Ron commented as he waved to Freddie on his way into dinner.

"I know. It's been so long, yet it all looks exactly the same," I sighed, glancing around at all the familiar stone work, the paintings, tapestries and, mounted on the wall where it had always been, the house points hourglasses.

Ron nodded. "Looks like Slytherin are cheating again!" he grunted, nodding his head towards the hourglass full of emeralds, well in the lead.

"Just because they have more points, does not mean they're cheating. Not all Slytherin's are like that, they're much friendlier these days. Don't forget our own nephew is a Slytherin and he's not awful," I reminded him.

"Harry might beg to differ sometimes," Ron muttered under his breath.

"Just because Albus and James fight…"

"Mum! Dad!"

My reply in defence of our nephew, was interrupted by our son running towards us, looking excited probably by the idea of his visit to Hogsmeade.

"I told my mate Kieran that I was going for dinner in Hogsmeade. He's so jealous!" he grinned, bouncing on his feet, eager to get going.

Ron laughed and put his arm around his son's shoulder. "So he should be. Not every kid gets special treatment!"

"Ron, honestly!" I sighed. "You'll give him the wrong idea. Where's your sister?" I asked Hugo, resisting the urge to reach out and tidy his hair.

"Oh, she's coming. I think," he scratched his head, totally unconcerned as he glanced over his shoulder.

Finally, I saw her red hair bobbing along as she chatted with her friends. She looked up, saw us standing there and gave a sigh before saying goodbye to the girls. "Hey," she looked up at us, "can we go now?" she looked over her shoulder.

"You're not embarrassed to be seen with your old man, are ya?" Ron nudged her playfully.

"Dad! Oh Merlin!" she muttered under her breath, mortified as she lowered her head. In some ways, her behaviour made me smile, it reminded me a little of myself at that awkward stage of my life. In others, it made me sad – my little baby was growing up. She still had her moments of sweetness, but mostly she was becoming a rather sullen teenager.

"Come on then. Let's go," I nodded my head at Ron and we all filed out of the castle, heading for the village.

Thankfully, the Three Broomsticks wasn't too busy tonight, so we easily got a table. Once we decided what we wanted, Ron went up to the bar and ordered, returning shortly with a glass of wine each for us and bottles of Butterbeer for the Rose and Hugo. As he sat down, he kissed my cheek and slid his hand on top of mine across the table.

Rose, ever vigilant, eyed us both warily. "What's up with you two?" she asked us abruptly.

"Nothing! Why?" I replied.

She shrugged. "You're just...being weird," she shrugged.

"Weird?" Ron repeated. "You might have to be a bit more specific there Rosie Posie," he laughed.

She huffed in annoyance and brushed her hair from her face. "It's just Rose, Dad. Rosie Posie is so childish!" she rolled her eyes. "And, I meant weird 'cause you're both being all… mushy and stuff." She glared at our joined hands.

"We're just happy," I smiled at Ron.

"And in love with each other," he added.

"Eurgh!" Rose uttered as Hugo pretended he was going to be sick.

"Yuck!" he poked his tongue out.

"Yeah, well you'd best get used to it. Because, we've decided it's time your Mum and I spend a bit more time together now you're both away. So, expect much more of this in the future," Ron warned her as he leant over and kissed my cheek again.

"Revolting!" she muttered under her breath and slid down in her seat, as though trying to crawl under the table.

"You'll understand one day, darling," I assured her.

"I doubt it," she scoffed and then frowned at me, leaning across the table, before shrieking, "What in Merlin's name is that!" She was pointing to my neck.

My hand flew up to rub my neck, expecting a bug to be crawling on me or something – hardly surprising after spending a couple of hours with Hagrid I suppose. But I felt nothing.

"What? Where?" Ron asked, looking as well, though perhaps a little hesitantly, fearing it may be a spider.

"That! There!" she pointed again. "Oh Merlin's pants!" she hissed angrily. "Please tell me that is not a love bite?" She looked absolutely appalled, as though she were the parent who had just caught the kids doing something obscene. "For the love of...! That is just...that is so disgusting Mum! Eurgh!" She actually shuddered.

Hugo was laughing hysterically by this point.

I frowned and was still touching my neck, wondering what on earth she was on about. I certainly hadn't noticed anything when I'd got dressed this morning. Ron pulled the collar of my jumper aside and then his eyes widened in alarm. "Erm...oops!" he gulped. "Sorry," he apologised, obviously fighting back giggles.

"You didn't!" I glared at him, covering my neck with my hand and hitching my collar up, now rather embarrassed.

"You two are unbelievable!" she muttered, slinking lower in her chair again.

"I think it's hilarious!" Hugo laughed, the mortified expression on both of his parents faces obviously amusing him more.

"It's not funny Hugo! Don't you get it? Mum and Dad have been acting like...like..." she struggled to find the word she wanted.

"A happily married couple?" I supplied for her.

"Huh!" she rolled her eyes sharply. "I'm not ever getting married!" she announced.

"Great idea!" Ron agreed. I knew he dreaded the day his little girl began to show any interest in dating boys. A day that I hated to tell I didn't think would be too far away, if the truth was known.

"Anyway, you've seen us kissing and being affectionate before," I pointed out. They used to grumble about it all the time at home. Ron sometimes did it on purpose to wind them up.

"Not in public!" Rose muttered under her breath.

"Not really seen you be all soppy in ages," Hugo commented innocently.

"You haven't?" I asked Hugo, sadly, ignoring his sister for the moment.

He shook his head. "Nope. I just thought old people didn't kiss as much," he shrugged and slurped his drink.

"Less of the old, son!" Ron lightly tapped him on the top of his head with a menu.

Hugo laughed. "Well, you are!" he poked his tongue out. "And now you're both being really mushy again, which is kind of gross!" he complained, sharing a look with his sister across the table.

"It is not gross," I sighed. "Surely it's good to know that your father and I still love one another? Isn't that better than us fighting or something? Besides, it's nice to show affection. One day, you'll be in here kissing your significant others and..."

"Not for many, many more years mind!" Ron warned and I knew he wasn't joking.

Rose huffed and picked up her glass. ""Not likely!" she muttered.

"What? Not even with..." Hugo began and then jumped as he yelped and grabbed his ankle. I suspected Rose had kicked him under the table. So, it seemed our daughter did have some secrets, I smiled to myself.

"Just...make sure there are no babies!" she grumbled. "Because that is just..." she shook her head.

"Promise, no babies." Ron assured her, peering under the table to see why Hugo yelped. "But...we are probably going to get a dog," he announced when he sat back up.

Both Rose and Hugo's faces lit up. "Really?" Rose gasped, her attitude changing instantly.

"Ron," I hissed, "I said we'd talk about..."

"Yes," Ron was nodding at his children, ignoring me. He just knew he was going to win this one

"Can we get a girl?" Rose began enthusiastically. "And we can call her Honey and…

"No, get a boy. Girls are stupid, apart from you Mum," Hugo added charitably.

"Gee thanks!" I sighed as I watched them all getting excited about the idea of a family dog and I knew when I was beaten. Besides, looking at their happy, smiley faces and the way they were all animatedly talking about it, fighting over who was going to get to walk it and look after it and everything, how could I deny them? Well, so long as they didn't name it something ridiculous, like cow or sheep!

Ron looked at me as the children argued over the dog's name, giving me a rather smug grin and I nudged his shoulder with a little smile. He laughed and flung his arm around my shoulder, I relaxed against him contently. We were going to be just fine, Ron and I, there was absolutely nothing to worry about between us at all.

I knew that Ron and I would never be the perfect couple and I didn't want us to be – that's what made life interesting and challenging – more like a roller-coaster than a merry-go-round at a Muggle funfair. I also knew that there would be many more marital spats in our future, as well as times when he infuriated me or I unintentionally upset him. But above all that, I knew we were able to survive through anything. Because, the basis for our marriage was love, trust and friendship – the three most important ingredients needed in any lasting relationship. I realised that Ron and I had that in abundance.

I smiled to myself as I looked around the table at the three most important people in my world - my family. These three people were my entire life.

And that life was extremely precious.

And there you have it...hope you enjoyed it :) Thank you all again and I look forward to hearing what you make of the end of it – I feel Ron and Hermione will never be the perfect, traditional couple – they're not those kind of people. But, they'll make it work their own way and be damn good about it!

So, next week, whenever I manage to get it sorted so not sure what day yet, I'm going to post a very short one shot Festive themed story as a thank you to you all! Look out for it!

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