When they had run up to the Quidditch field, the game hadn't even started yet. The Weasleys were still in the middle, discussing tactics. The opposite team hadn't even arrived yet.
When Hermione finally had a view of the children, she all but ran to Hugo and crushed him in a hug.
"You look so much like Ron," she sighed, at she fixed a stray hair. "So much like him. Thank goodness, my looks wouldn't have done you much good."
Hugo grinned. "I'm guessing you know that you're my mother now?"
"Yes." Hermione nodded, "The mother of two beautiful children."
Lily giggled. "Yeah, Rose is so beautiful. At least, a certain Scorpius Malfoy seems to think so."
Hermione gasped while Rose yelled "Lily!"
"Malfoy?" Hermione repeated, "I've barely learned that I'm a mother a few minutes ago an you're already causing trouble? Rose, stay away from Scorpius Malfoy."
"We're just friends," Rose mumbled as all the Weasleys laughed, until an irritated Roxanne yelled out, "Finally! Here they come! Now we can get this Quidditch match started!"
And so they all played Quidditch, that is, except Rose, Dominique, and Lucy, who all sat in the stands with Hermione, Hermione chatted with her daughter and nieces, while she cheered on her son.
"He's so brilliant at Keeping," Hermione sighed happily.
She couldn't believe that she had come to the future depressed, empty, and hopeless, when now she was feeling exuberant, full of life, and content. Ron came back. He came back. He loved her. He had married her, had kids with her. Hermione had finally fulfilled her dream of becoming an official part of the Weasley family. She had nieces, nephews, brother and sister-in-laws, a whole family to love. Hermione's future couldn't have gotten any better.
Just as that thought passed her mind, Hermione began to feel sleepy.
"Mum?" Rose asked. "Are you alright?"
"I'm just-going to sleep for while," she responded sleepily. "I'll see you in a little while."
Hermione closed her eyes, and in what seemed like no time, she was being lurched back into consciousness.
"Hermione. Hermione!"
Hermione sat up, finding herself surprised to be looking into Harry's excited face.
"Is everything alright?" she asked.
"Everything's fine. Someone's here."
"Who-" Hermione looked behind Harry, to see someone dripping water on the carpet, holding the sword of Gryffindor and the broken Horcrux.
Ron. He came back.
The end. Well this story was poop. I think I'll stick to one-shots.