A/N: Big news of the week. I have this story totally written out! Ending and all, I think you all will love it. The only thing left to do is go through and make my edits.
So, what will I be doing now that I'm not going to be putting all my free time into this story? Well, I've got a new Dramione that I'm working on. It's turning into something good and I'm enjoying watching where my fingers take it. I scrapped a different Dramione that I had posted because I wanted to be able to rework it a bit. Also, because I just loved Charlie and Hermione together, I'm going to brainstorm some shorts that I could do with the pair. Heck, maybe I could even do some one shots for this world. That would be fun. The possibilities are endless, and really, it'll just come down to what tickles my fancy and what reviews tell me.
Now for the part where I ramble about myself.
I got the names for Hermione's parents from my grandparents. Nadyne was my paternal grandmother's middle name, and I always wished that I had actually known it when I was naming my daughter. I probably would have named her that instead of what I did name her. Because after that Nadyne was the name I wanted to name another little girl. Then I had three boys.
Jack was my maternal grandfather's name. He died when I was only two, so I never knew him very well. However, I have a few pictures that I treasure of me sitting with him.
So, there you have it. What did you think of Hermione's parents? I based her mother off my own, so she was very easy to write.
Enjoy…..
Insert the Protests
Hermione was seated at the press conference with Charlie, Rolf, and Amos to discuss the opening of the sanctuary with the media. They had done a good job thus far at keeping the press out of their hair while they were getting all the legalities taken care of, but now it was time to start setting up the physical property for the sanctuary.
As Hermione had predicted, there was a lot of fear of having the dragons in Scotland. What Hermione had not predicted, was the fascination of her pregnancy.
"Ms. Granger, how do you think you'll be able to ensure that no harm will come to children attending Hogwarts? With your impending motherhood, it must be nearly impossible for you to be able to balance all these aspects of your life."
Obviously, a mother cannot juggle a career and motherhood.
"Ms. Granger, if you aren't responsible enough to not fall pregnant out of wedlock, how are we supposed to trust that there won't be slip ups with protection involving the dragons?"
What in the actual fuck was wrong with the wizarding community and being obsessed with children only being born to married couples.
"Ms. Granger, who will be replacing you after you've left to give birth and raise your children?"
Didn't realize that going on a maternity leave meant someone wasn't coming back to work.
"Ms. Granger, you're opening a sanctuary with highly dangerous creatures and then leaving three months later for a holiday. That level of irresponsible does not give the public a firm sense of stability that is needed in letting a dragon sanctuary be built in our country."
Leaving for a holiday. Didn't realize pushing new humans out of her vagina was a holiday. She had really been going about her recent holidays the wrong way then.
Hermione had to restrain herself from beating her head into the table that she was sitting at in frustration. If she hadn't had her hand firmly squeezing Charlie's thigh, she was positive that he would have already hexed every single reporter that was in the room.
Amos, Merlin help him, wasn't able to control the reporters any better than he controlled his support staff. They were running this circus and there was little Hermione could do to keep them on track, aside from just standing up and walking away. More and more, that seemed like the best option for the department and the sanctuary.
Charlie, for his part, had been interrupting report after reporter to give his credentials, expertise, and a little about the staff of dragon keepers he had already recruited. Rolf, bless him, had gone on to explain the different types of dragons we were preparing to welcome into the sanctuary and how we were planning on being able to welcome the public so that England as a whole would better understand dragons and the value they bring to our society.
Anytime Hermione opened her mouth, however, it seemed the only thing these leaches really wanted to know from Hermione was who the father of her baby was. It wasn't that she was ashamed of being with Charlie and that they were having a child together. Far from it actually. Now that their families knew, Hermione was ready to shout it at everyone who had asked about her sperm donor.
Hermione had explained to Charlie after Christmas with her parents that once the world found out that she was having his children, there would be no peace for him. Even with it being almost eleven years since the war ended, she was still stalked by photographers and pounced on anytime she was seen out in public with or without either Harry or Ron.
It was a lot for her, and she'd been dealing with these goons for years. Even before becoming a war heroine, she was best friends with 'The Boy Who Lived' and she had been photographed and talked about loads for that. Especially that mess in fourth year when the rumors had sprung up that she was in a love triangle with Harry and Victor Krum.
Hermione was giving Charlie a free pass to avoid the press, and she was leaving it up to him if he felt comfortable with the attention that would be coming his way once the news was public.
"Ms. Granger, is it true that you're pregnant with either Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley's child?"
Slamming her hands on the table, the glasses of water that had been sitting in front of herself, Charlie, Rolf, and Amos toppled over making a mess in front of them and ruining the parchment of notes they each had brought with them. Hermione glared into the crowd trying to identify who had spoken.
Sparks of magic were shooting off her entire body, causing the men sitting near her to cower slightly and the flashes of the cameras from the photographers to click at an even faster rate.
"Harry and Ron are like brothers to me, and brothers who both happen to be happily married. I realize this might be a difficult concept for any of you to grasp, but I do fraternize with men outside of Harry and Ron. Furthermore, my relationships and who I spend my time with has nothing to do with this dragon sanctuary. That is a private and separate matter that has no effect on my work."
Still shaking with rage, Hermione felt as the chair behind her exploded in response to her outburst. Hermione spun on the spot and looked at the fragments of wood that were now scattered across the platform.
Oh for fucks sakes, with shaking hands Hermione heard the reporters gasp in fear behind her. Rolling her eyes she quickly repaired the chair and sat back down at her place at the table.
Charlie's wide eyes looked into her and Hermione was worried that he was questioning her sanity. She couldn't even handle being rattled by the press, how was she going to raise his children. She could picture it now, he was coming up with ways to let her down slowly.
Hermione turned her head away from Charlie, she couldn't will herself to look at him after that embarrassing display.
"Sir, I would appreciate if you didn't speak to the mother of my children that way. It's insulting that you would suggest that either Harry or Ron would have committed adultery with one of their dearest friends."
The silence that fell on the room was deafening. Hermione couldn't help but turn her head back towards Charlie with her mouth hanging open. He must be completely mad.
Arms crossed against his chest, he was leaning forward, in an intimidating manor. He was daring anyone to question him or throw an insult his way. With a look like that, Hermione assumed that it would be hard pressed to find someone willing to cross him.
"Well, gentlemen and ladies of the press, I do believe that is all we have for you today. Thank you for coming, yes, yes, we'll see you all at the opening of the sanctuary in March. Good day." Amos had leaped from his chair, seizing the opportunity that Charlie had given him in silencing the room.
Standing up, Hermione jolted from the room without a second glance at the reporters that were still sitting in silence. She did note the flashes of the cameras that became ever quicker the moment Charlie's hand landed on the lower part of her back as he guided her out of the limelight.
Once they were in the smaller room away from the press, Hermione turned towards Charlie and threw herself into his arms. Emotions high from just an intense past hour had Hermione crumbling in tears against Charlie's chest.
"I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have done that on a whim. They're vultures and you just laid yourself out for them to hound you at any chance they get now." Hermione was relishing in the safety of Charlie's large arms, and looking up at him through her lashes.
He looked stunning. The stubble on his face giving him a hard look. The thick tanned arms, the look of someone who relished in working with his hands. He had stood up for her in front of the entire British Wizarding world. He had made a stand said claimed her as his. This incredibly kind and good looking man, he had announced that she was his and that these babies are theirs.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't take anymore of their questions. They were being so inappropriate and only wanting to know about how you will manage to be a mother and helping run a dragon sanctuary. As if fathers don't go out every day and balance home and work life." Charlie nuzzled the top of Hermione's head with his chin, letting out a long sigh, "you didn't deserve that."
If she didn't think she could love him more, there he goes opening that beautiful mouth of his.
"Yes, well I guess it was going to happen eventually. Now that they caught a glimpse of my belly and know that I'm pregnant, I suspect that they will be hanging around St. Mungo's just like they did once Ginny's pregnancy became public knowledge."
"Is that why Ginny refused to go to St. Mungo's when she was giving birth?" The look of horror on Charlie's face was enough to make Hermione smile.
"Part of the reason, but don't worry. With my medical history, I will not be attempting to stay home to give birth anywhere away from a hospital. We'll just have to be careful when going to and from the hospital. I know Harry and Ginny have managed to keep any pictures of James from the papers, so I'd like to follow their lead and not have our babies in the public eye as well."
Charlie just gave a short nod in agreement, when Amos spoke up. She had all but forgot that her boss was still standing there. He made a comment about how the press release could have gone better, but thankfully it was done.
After a talking for a bit about what they had been able to accomplish with informing the public; Rolf and Charlie parted ways to head to Scotland and start to lay out what wards would be needed for each enclosure and what space would best be used for what type of dragons.
Hermione felt drained, but she knew that Charlie really did need to get going and that this was important. They couldn't let a little bump in their morning derail their entire day.
Hermione and Amos made their way back to the department to settle on what dragons they would be housing starting in March. They had a short list including two Antipodean Opaleyes, one Chinese Fireball, three Common Welsh Greens, and two Norwegian Ridgebacks.
This would be taking up about half of the available room, but Hermione was confident after looking over the charts for one of the Common Welsh Greens and the Chinese Fireball that they would be able to be released by the end of April with just a bit more aid from them.
Hermione penned a quick note to the Malfoys, finding out if the Abraxans were going to be able to help with the transportation of these dragons. They had been more helpful than Hermione had ever anticipated. Not only were the offering the use of the Abraxans, the Malfoys also had donated a large sum of galleons to the sanctuary for start up costs and had pledged yearly donations going forward.
It was late in the day by the time Hermione had finished up with what she was working on for the sanctuary in addition to all the other memos that had floated into her office throughout the day, she was exhausted. Her body was sore and she knew that she was ready to go stand in her shower and let the warm water run over her muscles.
Checking her watch, Hermione sighed and decided that it was best to pack up and head out now. It was well past quitting time, and she suspected that it would still be a few hours until Charlie was home. She thought she might just get some take away for dinner tonight, the thought of having to try and cook a meal tonight made her even more tired. No, a nice pizza would be perfect to end a day like today.
Smiling, Hermione started thinking about the pineapple and mushroom combination that she was going to get on her food and she knew the face that Charlie would make when he saw it. The simple imagine gave her a good laugh, putting her at ease.
Hermione's good mood lasted all the way through the lift ride to the lobby, when she was met with security trying to contain the small protest that was happening.
"Ms. Granger, I'm sorry, I don't know where they all came from." The lone wizard was saying as he continued to cast protegos to keep them from breeching the lifts.
"SAY NO TO DRAGONS NEAR HOGWARTS" was plastered everywhere that Hermione could see. Not to mention that the sanctuary wasn't going to be anywhere near Hogwarts, but clearly just knowing that they were both in Scotland was too close for these protestors.
"YOU'RE GOING TO BE A MOTHER, AND YOU'RE GOING TO ALLOW THESE BEASTS TO LIVE NEAR A SCHOOL!"
Hermione could hear the shouting, now directed at her. Moving past the security wizard, Hermione cast her own bubble of protego to aide her to getting to the fireplaces. Hermione quickened her steps to try and get to the put of the ministry as fast as possible, but she kept ducking for cover, forgetting the charm that encased her.
Hermione's hands came over her belly to add extra protection, but also to block it from the view of the witches and wizards gathered in front of her.
As soon as she reached the mantel, Hermione grabbed the powder from her bag and threw a handful into the fireplace, she called out her home and was whisked away in the green flames. Deposited into her sitting room, Hermione turned back to ensure that she wasn't followed. Of course she couldn't be, the wards of her home wouldn't allow anyone to just come through.
Making her way towards the kitchen to start heating some water, Harry's stag patronus came bursting through her window over looking her garden causing her to jump back.
"Hermione, you alright? I saw what was happening in the lobby and went to warn you in your office, but you weren't there. Where are you? Let me know that you're safe. Robards is having them cleared out of the lobby if you're somewhere in the Ministry."
The whisps of Harry's stag began to disappear before her eyes, and that was all Hermione could do to keep from breaking down in her kitchen.
She quickly produced her otter and sent a quick message to Harry that she was home, before the tears over took her. It wasn't that she doubted herself and being able to continue doing her job while she was expecting, but also after she had given birth.
Hermione was tired. She was tired of having to fight every step to prove that she was worthy of the position she was in. As a small child, she had been different because of her accidental magic and had to prove that she was worth the effort. Then when she had entered the magical world, she had to fight and prove that even as a muggle-born, she belonged.
After the war, she had to prove that she wasn't just Harry and Ron's sidekick, that she had been their equal during the war. She had to fight and prove each step of the way as she went up the ladder at the Ministry that she wasn't just being propelled into positions because of who she was friends with.
Now, she was still fighting that she knew what she was doing with opening the sanctuary and it didn't matter that she'd proved she was brilliant and that her plan was well thought out. Everything was just too much.
Hermione wasn't sure how long she sat on her kitchen floor with her knees tucked into her belly. The kettle had long since began to whistle and she couldn't be bothered to get up and take it off the stove. The tears had stopped flowing down her cheeks, leaving dried stains on her face as she let out the occasional dry sob.
She hadn't even noticed the chime from her floo or the sudden silence from the kettle being removed from the heat. She didn't even totally register the arms wrapping around her frame as her body continued to shake with her sobs.
It was the familiar smell of gun powder, the burned arm hair, and freshly cut grass that was so safe and comforting. It was very distinctly Ron. She looked up and saw the blue eyes gazing down at her with the freckles scattered across the brim of his nose.
"Hey" Hermione let out another sob and laid her head against his warm chest as Ron ran his hand over the top of her wild hair.
"Hey yourself, why aren't you working?"
"We weren't busy, so here I am. Harry told me what was happening at the ministry, I'm guessing they got to you?"
"Gods Ron, that and this morning was the press conference. Charlie openly announced to all those reporters that he's their father."
"Yeah? Did they ask if me or Harry were the father? I can't imagine Charlie doing something like that without him being really mad."
"That's exactly what happened. Merlin, Ron when do I get to just live my life and not have to prove that I'm able to do these things? I'm exhausted and I'm tired of fighting." A fresh wave of tears overtook Hermione as she openly admitted the fears that she'd carried for so long.
Ron's shirt was rumpled and wet with her tears. He showed no signs of minding though.
Ron and Hermione sat on the floor of her kitchen holding each other while Hermione cried out all her frustrations, worries, and despair. At some point, Hermione's sobs turned into deep and soothing breaths that lulled her into a peaceful sleep in her best friend's arms.
Valentine's Day with a Dragon Keeper
It had been over a month since the press release. Hermione had since had two more appointments with her healer. Getting in and out of St. Mungo's had proven to be a right nightmare, just as she had warned Charlie it would turn into.
The paparazzi had been stalking the entrance and some had even managed to get in the main lobby. Ultimately it had ended up with Charlie ripping the camera that had been looped around one of their necks and with a nonverbal and wandless spell had incinerated the entire contraption.
Hermione had already been contacted with a possible lawsuit over the camera, but had managed to get them to drop it since they weren't technically allowed to be inside St. Mungo's taking pictures. Hermione had also spotted a brown beetle hanging on the wall in the exam room, prompting her to casually conjure a jar that she now carried with her to her appointments.
No reports of what was said in the exam room ever reached the public.
With all the chaos, Hermione and Charlie hadn't even thought to ask what the sex of the babies was during their appointments. They had been goal oriented; getting in, ensuring their babies and Hermione were okay, and getting out. Any additional questions that Hermione thought of after the fact, she had sent in an owl.
So far, so good. Everyone was happy and healthy. Hermione had been warned that with twins there was an increased chance of premature delivery and other complications such as breech babies. However, at twenty-three weeks along, Hermione and both babies were perfectly fine.
That had been the report that she had received at yesterday's appointment at least. This morning, however, Hermione swore that everything must be wrong because standing and walking around was painful, therefore keeping her satisfied with a lay in.
"Hermione? Love, are you awake?" Charlie's voice floated over from the side of her bed.
"No, I'm sleeping." Hermione protested into the pillow that she had her face shoved into.
"Do you know what today is?" Charlie asked, peppering kisses and letting his beard tickling Hermione's neck.
"It's Saturday, therefore I get a lazy lay in day. I am pregnant with twins and opening a dragon sanctuary that had caused a massive scandal; I think I've earned it." Hermione tried complaining, but was helpless to Charlie's advances as his lips moved towards her ear lobe and nipped causing a warmth to grow in her abdomen.
Hermione let out a groan, as she rolled her hips to open herself as Charlie's hand that was around her waist began to wander down her body towards her already warming and slick center.
"It's Valentine's Day, and I intend to spoil you, my love." Charlie growled into her ear as his hand reached her sex, cupping it. Humming with pleasure Hermione didn't register the words that Charlie had said at first.
"Okay, just keep doing that and I'll let you do anything you want. Wait, Valentine's Day? Charlie, it's not Valentine's Day, there's no way." Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she pushed herself up onto her forearms and reached out towards her planner she kept on her bedside table.
Pulling it back to herself, there it was. Fourteenth of February and in small words printed at the top of the page Valentine's Day.
"Shit, Charlie I'm sorry. I forgot what today was." Tossing her planner back to the bedside table, Hermione dropped her head back onto the pillow behind her and closed her eyes.
"Hermione, it's okay. I wasn't expecting you to get me anything. Let me spoil you today, you deserve it." Charlie was running his fingers along her jaw line so softly that it was warming her skin and giving her goose bumps.
A sigh left Hermione, but she pushed herself up onto her forearms, ignoring the exhaustion that filled her body. "Oh no, Charlie Weasley, our first Valentine's Day as a couple is not going to be ignored. Initially forgotten, but not ignored. Now, could you help me out of the bed? Your children are making it harder for me to get up these days."
With a laugh, Charlie rolled off his side of the bed and was on the other side before she could fully sit up. Offering her his arm, and with great effort on her part, Hermione was able to sit up and get out of the bed. Hermione turned her head as she stood and felt the pain in her lower back.
Once she had schooled her face, Hermione straightened her posture and shot a smile for good measure at Charlie. He gave her a look that said he didn't fully believe the smile she gave him, but didn't say anything.
"After my shower, you can help me get into my jeans. Actually, I might need help in the shower too." Hermione said pausing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking over her shoulder she gave Charlie a wink then continued her path towards the shower.
Hermione was testing the temperature of the water on her wrist when she felt Charlie's hands running down her arms and towards the hem of her nightgown. Once he had reached his destination, Charlie gathered the material in his hands, and pulled it up to free Hermione's body from the silk.
Hermione turned so that she was now facing Charlie. Before joining her in the bathroom, he must have stripped his own pajamas, because he was standing in front of her, completely bare. Taking in a sharp breath, Hermione's eyes traveled over the hard muscles, red hair, and freckles that covered his body.
"Merlin, you're the most breath-taking woman I've ever seen." Hermione's eyes shot up to meet his own gaze. Charlie's pupils were fully dilated and eyes full of lust as he looked her over.
"I love you" was all Hermione could murmur before Charlie's lips were crashing onto her own.
Charlie's arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her flushed against his chest. Hermione let her hands wander across Charlie's muscular arms and down towards his waist. When she reached the hardness that was pressed against her stomach, Hermione's hands wrapped around it.
Charlie let out a gasp as Hermione began to pump on his hardened cock while letting his own hands slid around to her folds. His fingers lightly brushed against her clit as they made to where her center was eagerly awaiting him.
Charlie dipped first one finger and then two inside her, causing Hermione to throw her head back as a moan was ripped from her throat.
"You're so wet already." Charlie growled against her neck. Hermione had yet to give up the pumping motion on Charlie. He curved his fingers so that he was hitting her g-spot with every pump he did himself.
"You're going to make me cum, oh gods, Charlie, I'm going to cum." Hermione said with breathey whispers as if it were a prayer.
Charlie quickened his pace inside her and used the pad of his thumb to brush against her clit "let go, Hermione." As if his words were a command, Hermione felt her climax take over her body as she shook with pleasure.
Once her core had stopped clenching, Charlie grabbed her arse and lifted her, so that her back was pressed against the shower wall where the water had already warmed it.
Once they were pressed together, Charlie easily slipped inside Hermione's vagina. Thrusting his hips, Hermione let her fingers get twisted into his long hair and held onto him.
It wasn't much longer before she felt another build of her orgasm. With one more thrust, she was falling over the edge again. With her walls clenching around his cock, Charlie followed closely after her.
Panting against his shoulder, Hermione could feel as Charlie's cock began to soften inside her making a smirk pull at her mouth.
"How am I supposed to go shopping for you if you wear me out?" Hermione asked against his skin, leaving a trail of kisses down Charlie's chest as he set her back on her feet.
"What if that's what I wanted to be my gift from you?" He replied looking down into her eyes.
"Sex is not a gift, now help me wash my back. I need to get going otherwise I'm just going to climb back into bed and go back to sleep." Hermione laughed as she turned into the water to let it run over her body.
It took a lot longer than it normally would, but Hermione and Charlie both did manage to get cleaned up, after making each other dirtier first. Hermione struggled with getting dressed, and with Charlie's help it took a lot longer getting her clothes on than it should have.
At long last, Hermione was dressed and ready for the day. Charlie refused to tell her anything about her plans on what he was going to be doing while she was gone, so with a kiss Hermione was swept into the floo and dropped into the Leaky Cauldron.
Stepping out of the fire place, Hermione saw Hannah Longbottom (nee Abbott) wasn't working and that her hired help, who's name Hermione could not remember, was currently shuffling around the pub helping customers. With a wave, Hermione made her way back towards the entrance into Diagon Alley.
Hermione stood in the alley feeling a bit overwhelmed. She hadn't a clue what she should get for Charlie. For his birthday, she had given him a scrap book filled with pictures that she'd taken while she was working in Romania with him. For Christmas she'd given him a key to her flat. He'd been confused with what a key was until she explained that she was asking him to move in with her.
Walking down the street, Hermione contemplated getting Charlie someone books on dragons, but that just didn't seem personal enough nor did it seem romantic enough for a first Valentine's Day gift. Up and down the alley Hermione wandered as she continued to come up blank on ideas for Charlie's gift. It was already starting to get late, by the time she came to a display in a window that stopped her in her tracks.
Rushing into the store, she quickly spoke to the shop owner. Pulling the piece from the display and wrapping it up for her, the shop owner excitedly spoke about how much he loved the work she was doing and how proud he was to support her in any possible way.
Hermione smiled and thanked the man.
Rushing back to the Leaky, Hermione threw a handful of floo powder into the fire place and found herself stepping out of her fireplace into a completely transformed room.
There wasn't a flat surface that didn't have candles or rose petals on it. On the floor was a small cleared path that led her out of the front room and towards the doorway.
On shaking feet, Hermione walked through and into her dining room where she found a similar sight with Charlie standing next to the table wearing a, suit? She didn't even know Charlie owned a suit.
"Charlie, what is all this?"
"It's your Valentine's Day gift, love. Come sit. We're having a paparazzi free dinner." He said with a smirk, and with a snap of his fingers her favorite pasta dish appeared on her table.
"No wine, but I assumed you'd be alright with that." He said with a smirk on his lips as he pulled out a chair for her to sit in. "Is that for me?"
Settling herself into the chair, Hermione had forgotten that she had been holding onto the gift still. Thrusting it at him, Hermione just bobbed her head at him without speaking.
"Do you want me to open it now, or after we eat?" Charlie asked gently, still standing next to her and planting a soft kiss on the top of her head.
"Uh, now is fine I suppose." Hermione whispered just loud enough for Charlie to hear.
With a smirk and another kiss on her shoulder, Charlie moved to sit in his chair across from her. Opening the carefully wrapped package, Charlie's eyebrows shot up into his hairline as he pulled out the crystal Longhorn.
"The shop owner started working on a new collection after the announcement of our sanctuary. He said England needs to see the importance of protecting dragons and that we are the perfect couple to change the hearts of the country. I thought a Longhorn was the best dragon, since well, Romania." Hermione explained looking down into the food in front of her.
"Hermione, this is beautiful." Charlie murmured, as the Longhorn stretched its wings once Charlie's hand had warmed it up. It tipped its head back to look up at Charlie and let out a soft roar before settling back into his palm.
"I know you miss Romania, and I want our home to have pieces of it in it." Hermione looked up meeting Charlie's eyes. There was a blaze in those brown eyes that made her heart skip a beat.
"Hermione, you're perfect." Charlie set the dragon to the side, standing up and moving back towards her side of the table. "I was going to wait until dessert, but I just don't think I can anymore."
"Charlie, what – " Charlie held up his hand to stop her from speaking, settling on his chair right next to while he held her hand.
"Hermione, you're the most thoughtful, brave, intelligent, giving, and just overall perfect not only woman, but person I've ever had the privilege of knowing. From the first time met you, I knew you were fantastic and then getting to know you as a woman over the last few years has been spectacular. I never considered that I'd want anything more than caring for dragons for the rest of my life, but then you stormed your way into my world in Romania and I realized that there might be more that I wanted. A family of my own was never part of my plan, Hermione. Now that I have you and our babies coming, there's nothing more that I want in this world."
Charlie had moved from the seat he was in, settling onto one knee and pulling out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a Victorian style ring with an oval opal with diamonds surrounding the opal in a halo set in rose gold.
"Hermione Jean Grange, would you give me the utmost privilege of being my wife?"
Tears poured from Hermione's eyes as she shook her head yes. Hand shaking, Hermione held out her left hand towards Charlie, inviting him to slip the ring onto her finger.
"Can you say the word, please. I need to hear you agree to be my wife." Charlie encouraged as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
"Yes, Charlie Weasley, yes, of course I'll marry you."