A/N: Thanks again to anyone reading this! I hope you like this chapter - it was really fun to write. It's kinda my dream home and my little dream town so please let me know what you think!

A warm air hung over Ottery St. Catchpole, leaving a tranquil energy over the town. Ron and Hermione had apparated into the town center, which was an open square with benches surrounding a small fountain wrapped in ivy. The streets were old cobblestone with patches of bright green grass occasionally squeezing themselves between the old rock. The town hit Ron with a sense of nostalgia as he looked to the right and saw the bakery where he and Ginny went when they were younger, and to his left the paper shop where Fred and George used to visit frequently to flirt with the owner's daughter. His nostalgia wasn't sad though, but rather comforting, and he realized he was actually smiling. Hermione noticed too.

Hermione had been to the little village maybe once or twice when she visited the Weasley's during the summer. She remembered the paper shop as well because even as her younger self she was drawn to the smell of fresh parchment. She also remembered the little book store down the street and around the corner where she dragged Ginny that one time that sold old and used books. Back then she didn't think anything of this place, but all of a sudden there was... something about bright blue sky hung over the two of them as they walked through the little streets of Ottery St. Catchpole which eventually turned into roads with old houses painted in soft colors. The mixed population was evident to both Ron and Hermione. Ron noticed some broomsticks lying on the front porch of a yellow and white house, and similarly, Hermione noticed a TV dish on the top of a tall, narrow, purple house. Both of them were smiling as Hermione's head rested on Ron's shoulder, and as they walked through the rows of houses. They passed a couple more houses, but finally arrived to the last house on Ron's list.

It was a modest, two level, powder blue house with a wrap around porch and decorated in white molding. The front gate was open so they let themselves into the front yard where almost immediately they were greeted by an extremely cheerful broker.

"Good afternoon! My name is Emily Hughes." Before either of the two of them could get a word in, she continued. "Come on in and let me show you around."

"Sure. Ron and Hermione Weasley by the way." Hermione said. She didn't like being pushed around and felt the need to assert herself in defense of Miss Hughes's rudeness. And Ron went with it.

"Oh, of course! I recognized you both right away! The love birds from the golden trio!" Emily shook her hands in excitement. Her high-pitched voice lowered to a whisper, "Don't worry! I am a witch too!" She giggled and winked, but Hermione was thoroughly taken back. She hated being ... "recognized" as it were.

Ron, however, was in more a daze and wasn't paying much attention. Realizing this, and getting annoyed, Hermione elbowed him in the ribs before following Emily into the house. While Hermione stressed about the manners of the broker, Ron was still letting the waves of his nostalgia wash over him. He felt happy near his home and felt like he could breathe fresh air for the first time in a while. Yes, living near his mother posed various threats of brunches and tea and whatnot but he could picture little ginger children running in the yard and playing quidditch and yelling hexes at each other and going into town like he and his siblings did when they were younger.

As the three walked through the small front yard (probably about twenty feet) to the front door, Hermione was still arms crossed and irritated, but Ron was anxious, his eyes wide like a little kid in a candy store. The inside of the house was just as promising as the outside. The front door led to a small foyer which opened on the right to a living room, to the left the dining room, and straight ahead, the stairs leading to the second floor. The living room was decently sized, large enough for proper seating, and had a fireplace. Maybe there was even room for a wizard-chess table? Hermione even noticed a small cupboard under the stairs and was immediately reminded of Harry which made her smile. She imagined the current bland walls lined with bookshelves and pictured herself reading in front of the fireplace. She had a good feeling about this house. Emily, cheery-eyed and smiling, spewed off tidbits about the house and the rooms and their square footage, but neither of them were really paying attention. At the back of the living room there were glass doors that opened to the back porch and backyard, which was quite spacious. Ron noted in Hermione's ear that there was enough room for a quidditch pitch which made Hermione roll her eyes, but seemed to brighten her mood. The dining room was about three-quarters of the size of the living room, and eventually flowed into the kitchen which was separated by a half wall. The kitchen was quaint but sufficient and had a large window over the sink in the middle.

As Emily led the couple upstairs, Ron had already made up his mind. He loved it. He hadn't gotten that feeling about any of the previous houses and if being close to his family was the biggest problem, than it wasn't a problem at all. Hermione also decided to herself that this was the best house out of the lot, but she wasn't completely convinced yet that it was perfect. Upstairs was a landing that broke into three bedrooms.

"The previous owners had two children" Emily continued to lecture, "but neither of them need to be bedrooms necessarily. They could easily be turned into a study or library of sorts." Straight ahead was a rectangle, pink room, but Emily steered them to the left. "This way is the master."

The master bedroom was decently sized as well and had an attached bathroom. There was sufficient closet space and large windows which let in plenty of light and peered into the front yard.

"Are you going to need me to open windows in this house too?" Ron asked Hermione jokingly. She laughed and responded by hitting him playfully on the arm as they were led out of the room. Emily didn't seem to notice as she was too busy expanding on the possibilities of the two spare rooms.

The first spare room was square with blue walls, colored similarly to the outside of the house, and the second was the pink one the two had glanced at earlier. They were separated by a medium sized bathroom. Ron pictured their kids fighting over it like he and his siblings did.

"Well! That's the house!" Emily ended her lecture and clapped her hands together. "Any questions?"

"N-"

"Great! I'll be just downstairs if you need anything." And she left.

The two of them stood in the hallway, lost in thought. Ron was set, and after seeing the bedrooms Hermione was set also - she could picture herself here... with Ron... with a family... it was perfect.

"Well I love it!" Ron blurted out.

"Me too! But, don't you think it's a little big?"

"Maybe for two people but we are going to grow into this house."

"Yeah."

"I remember visiting this town when I was younger and thinking it was so complex and alive. I thought that I could never live in any sort of city or anything. But after living in London, this place seems perfect."

"It is perfect."

And after a little negotiation, and a couple signing of papers, Hermione and Ron walked onto their front porch. They just bought a house.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter! Please review if you can! Thanks so much!