"Good morning, Ruby," Hermione said, pecking her daughter's cheek before giving a tug on a curl.
"Murrah-hah," Ruby responded sleepily, rubbing at an eye, "G'morning, Mum."
"You nervous for today?" she asked, sitting down next to her as plopped into the sofa.
"Hah, I was in Gryffindor," Ruby shrugged easily, "What do I have to be afraid of?" When she looked over at her mother, she saw a disbelieving smirk and an arched eyebrow. She gave a whine and crumpled up into her lap, "Mummy, I'm so scared. I mean, I'm only getting married – why is that so scary?"
"Because it's a big step in your life, and after that there are more big steps ahead," Hermione said, running her hands through her hair, "You know, I was scared when I married your dad."
"What?" Remus snorted from the doorway to the kitchen, looking at her curiously, "Why?"
"Don't look at me like that," Hermione frowned as he sat next to her on the couch, "You were scared too."
Ruby smiled, rolling her eyes. She loved her parents – they were zany and weird, and that was probably how she turned out the way she did.
"I'm sorry to interrupt what will possibly be a good-natured argument," Ruby said as she sat up, "But I am freaking out. Please, oh please, help me."
"Ruby," Remus said, switching sides to sit next to her, "You could've said 'no' when he asked you to marry him. You can do this, we know you can."
"And we will drag you to the altar, because we both know that you really really love him."
"But I won't object if you wait to marry him until I'm dead," Remus grinned, tugging her into him as she laughed, "You can wait a few years, right?"
"If this is another one of those 'I'm old, Ruby' speeches, then you're both insane," Ruby snorted, "Mum, Dad, you both can still take out bad guys like you're seventeen."
"And we never get paid for it," Hermione snorted, smiling as she knew that they were officially owning the bookshop, but unofficially helping the Aurors. "But Moody still is a trip."
"Constant vigilance!" Ruby muffled behind her father's arm, making them all chuckle. "Has anybody got the nerve to tell him that he's got to retire yet?"
"Nope," they shook their heads.
"Alright, alright," Ruby sighed after a few moments, standing up, "I'll go put on the stinkin' dress and look pretty for once in my entire life. Harry better appreciate what I'm doing for him."
"Honestly, honey, you could show up in sweatpants and a Quidditch jersey – he'd still think you're beautiful," Hermione smiled up at her.
"Can I do that?" Ruby asked excitedly.
Hermione frowned back at her, "No. I want good wedding pictures."
Ruby groaned and slumped up the stairs, making Remus stay silent until he heard her door shut. He turned to his wife and grinned at her, "You know who she sounds like?"
"Shut up," Hermione frowned at him, making him laugh and pull her into him, pecking her on the cheek with a grin.
It's Harry and Ruby because I've got no other idea as to who she should marry. Plus – Marauder grandbabies.