Epilogue- Ten Years Later.
Hermione sat in the library of her and George's home. She was hardly paying any attention to the words on the page. It was their 10 year anniversary and Molly had planned a celebration at the Burrow.
She couldn't believe all that had happened in ten years. Two brown haired, blue eyed twin boys, five years old. George, Jr. and Arthur. They were just as George and Fred were growing up, always getting into trouble. They have figured out some magic and they can't wait to go to Hogwarts.
"Hermione? Are you ready to leave now?" George came through the door with their one year old daughter, Jane, in his arms. She had ginger hair and a know it all grin. "The boys have already flooed over."
"Then we better getting going so Molly doesn't yell at me," Hermione laughed. Molly was determined that George and Arthur would be more well behaved than Fred and George were. And Maybe they would be, if George wasn't their father.
It had been a perfect ten years. There were fights and fits and tears and smiles and happiness and confusion of course. But Hermione wouldn't have it any other way. And to think that possibly none of this would have happened without the ministry's failed marriage law. She thanked merlin for that, everyday. Just as George had.
"Mummy," Jane squealed and outstretched her arms toward Hermione. Hermione grabbed the little one, kissing her head. The three of them went to the floo and stepped into the crowded burrow. Familiar smiling faces of their friends and family.
"Oh, Janie. Come to Grandma." came the soft voice of Molly Weasley. "George, the boys have turned Harry's sons' hair purple."
George laughed, "Oh, my boys!" He threw his fist into the air.
"George, you best go discipline them. Forget it, I'll do it. You'll just congratulate them." Hermione smirked. To tell the truth she was happy that her boys are just like their father.
"Don't be too hard on them, Hermione." George smiled at her. "I'll grab you a drink."
George smiled to himself as she walked away. He had gotten everything he ever wanted. He saw Kingsley Shacklebolt in the corner and made sure that he'd thank him again, for the millionth time, for his proposterous marriage.
Everything was as it should be and he couldn't wait for the next ten years.
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