AN: I've been considering an epilogue for ages, and then this chapter came to me as I was on a long drive yesterday. I hope you enjoy it. Many thanks to cheesyficwriter and adenei for betaing this so quickly for me.

As always, if you enjoy this, let me know. If you don't, also let me know, but please remember to be kind and constructive xxx

Ron faces an important day.

Ron checked his reflection in the mirror then let out a heavy sigh.

It was no good.

His thick red hair would not stay tidy, no matter how many times he ran his hand over it, and the collar of his shirt was wonky. He wished he could click his fingers or flick a magic wand to fix it.

"Where's Hermione when you need her?" he mumbled, more to himself.

"You'll see her soon. You won't have to wait much longer. Come here."

His best friend Harry was there, of course. There was no way Ron could do this without him by his side, even if the specky git had grown more and more famous since Ron stopped working for him. The two kept in touch every day, even if they were on opposite sides of the earth, exchanging texts and video calling each other when they had the chance.

Hermione always joked that Ron loved Harry more than her. But she was wrong. It was a different kind of love, and there was plenty of room in his heart for both of them.

Ron turned and presented himself to his best friend with a huff. "It won't lay straight."

"Well, it was fine when we got here," Harry replied, reaching up and straightening the corners of Ron's collar. "But you haven't stopped playing with it since. Anyone would think you were nervous."

The smirk on Harry's face would be enough to boil Ron's blood on a typical day, but not tonight. Ron was in a brilliant mood, despite the constant churning in his stomach, and nothing was going to piss on his parade.

"Wouldn't you be?" he shot back. "This could be the biggest day of my life."

Harry dusted off Ron's shoulder then spun him back towards the mirror. "Better?"

"Much better. Thanks, mate."

"Alright. We better head out then. We don't want to keep the lady waiting!"

Ron's face turned pale. "Have you seen her yet?"

"Yeah, earlier."

"H-how did she look?"

"Fucking stunning." Harry's grin grew wider, even as he focused on collecting the last of his belongings. He gave a quick nod to Sirius, who got to his feet. "Honestly, if I didn't have Ginny, I might have even made a move on her myself. But then, of course, I'd have to face your wrath, and I don't think I could handle that."

"Brilliant."

Ron moved first, eager to get out there and get it over with before he puked. He noticed his hand shaking as he held the door open for Harry and Sirius, but it was soon comforted by the familiarity of the grey corridor.

Over the years, the O2 had become a second home for them, and it was only fitting that it was the three of them back here now. None of them said a word; their footsteps echoed down the otherwise quiet hallway, mingling with the ghosts of good and bad memories.

Today's job was a one-off. Ron should be on a plane to Amsterdam right now, ready to celebrate the first day of his stag weekend. But then Harry's record label had invited him to a big charity concert with many other stars. The git couldn't resist.

"It's for a good cause," he had pleaded, his green eyes wide behind his round glasses.

And like a fool, Ron had given in. Postponing the trip wouldn't hurt. Hermione would be away for a few days anyway, and Harry promised to make it up to Ron once they got there.

Of course, Ron could have asked any member of Weasley Security to take on the job, but after receiving the billing from Sirius, Ron couldn't resist. Plus, what good would his stag be without his best friend?

They stepped into the backstage area, which was more abuzz with activity than usual. Each performer had their own little space to set up in, and Harry's was next to…

"Oh my God." Ron stopped in his tracks as he set eyes on the petite blonde running through her dance moves with her background performers. She was wearing a sparkling pink mini skirt and the tiniest black crop top. A pair of expensive sunglasses pushed her short, straight hair off her face. "She's here."

Harry frowned as he realised his best friend and bodyguard wasn't walking alongside him. He followed the redhead's eye line until it settled on the girl Ron was looking at.

"Hey! Taylor!" Harry shouted, grabbing the attention of not just the blonde who had caught Ron's eye, but of everyone around them.

"Harry Potter! It's been too long," her American accent cut clear through the crowds of people as she hurried over to Harry and flung her arms around him, enveloping him in a tight hug.

"How're you doing?"

"I'm alright, thank you." She let go of Harry but kept one arm looped around his neck before turning to admire Ron, whose palms had turned sweaty from being in such proximity to her. "Who's this guy?"

"Oh, this git?" Harry asked. "This is my best friend. Please be kind to him. He's a massive fan of yours."

"And does your best friend have a name?"

Ron wiped his hand twice on his jeans before holding it out to her and stuttering, "R-Ron W-Weasley. I-It's nice to meet you."

"It's lovely to meet you, too." Taylor took his hand and pulled him into a friendly hug. He couldn't help but take a whiff of her perfume. She smelled as good as she looked.

"Ron runs the best celebrity bodyguard service in the business," Harry said with a proud tone. "If you ever need a security detail, let me know. In fact, I have his card here, I think."

Harry had always been Ron's biggest supporter, even after stepping out to start his own business.

Taylor let Ron go with a wink then turned back to Harry. "That's fantastic. Yes, please pass one to my agent. He's around here. Good luck with the performance tonight. I can't wait to watch your set, Harry. And I'll see you around, handsome."

She returned to her area, leaving Ron standing there watching, his mouth wide open. He began to express his shock at being called handsome by bloody Taylor Swift when another voice distracted him.

"You might want to call a cleaner, Sirius, before some poor person slips in all that drool."

Ron's head pivoted around to find Hermione standing behind him, a hand on her hip and an angry look on her face.

Busted.

"What are you doing here?" He scowled, even as the tips of his ears turned pink. "Aren't you and your hens supposed to be at a spa?"

"Ginny surprised me with VIP tickets. She thought she'd kick off my weekend in style. And it's a good job I'm here. Otherwise, I may have lost you to an American floozy."

With that, Hermione turned and made a quick exit, barging past Colin, who watched her go with a surprised look on his face.

Fuck.

"You better go after her," Ginny said as she pushed past her older brother to get to her boyfriend.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Ron followed Hermione, keeping his distance until she disappeared into a quiet corridor. He raised his eyebrows, he'd been down there once before, and that was to make out with his girlfriend the last time they were there. Actually, make out was the wrong word. He'd almost thrown caution to the wind and fucked her, even though they were on the clock.

Ron's mood picked up as she stopped at meeting room C, checked her surroundings, then stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

Interest piqued, he picked up his pace, desperate to see his fiancée and make it alright between them again. She wasn't usually a jealous person, but he hadn't stopped talking about this day for weeks, and maybe she'd had enough.

He reached the meeting room, his hand hesitating on the handle. Instead of just barging in, he lifted it to knock on the door.

"Weasley to Granger," he spoke to the grey wood. "Permission to enter meeting room C requested. Over."

A small laugh came from the other side. "Granger to Weasley. Permission granted, handsome. Over."

Ron opened the door enough to slip inside the room, then made sure he locked it. His knees turned weak as he took in Hermione's appearance, and he worried they might give way completely. The darkness of the backstage area had hidden the way she'd styled her hair so that it cascaded in loose waves down her back and the small amount of make-up she had on, accentuating all his favourite parts of her face.

And that party dress.

Even though he knew the item of clothing was on loan from Ginny, Ron's jeans grew tight as he licked his lips, taking in how the material clung to Hermione's body and ended at her mid-thigh.

"Bloody hell," he whispered in a low voice.

"Oh, you're still interested in me then?" Hermione leaned against a meeting table, a stern look on her face. "Not going to run off with that American strumpet?"

He couldn't stop the loud laugh that escaped his lips. "I can't believe you called Taylor Swift a strumpet and a floozy. You're fucking mental."

Taking one step closer, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, his breath hitching as Hermione's perfume filled his nostrils. It reminded him of home, of late nights curled up in her arms, and the small cottage they now owned in Watford, not far from Harry's house.

"She was trying it on with you. I could see it in her eyes. I wouldn't be as bothered if you hadn't spent the last month listening to her entire back catalogue."

"It's good music, Hermione! And what? Are you jealous of that?" he questioned, closing the gap between them and placing a hand on either side of her hips on the table. He slotted one leg between hers then raised his eyebrows at her. "You listen to Harry's music all the time. Do you think I'd dump you for her?"

Hermione bit her lower lip, a move that never failed to drive him mad. "No. It would cost you too much money to cancel the wedding."

"Right. Plus, Taylor would never be around, and you know how much attention I need."

"Oh God, it's a full-time job keeping you happy."

She let out a mock sigh and, seemingly fed up with waiting for him to make a move, slid her hand to the back of his neck and captured his lips in a hungry kiss. Ron let out a loud moan. He was no longer employed by Sirius and Harry, unlike last time, and if he wanted, he could do what he and Hermione wanted all those years ago.

He kissed her until he felt his lungs might explode, his hands moving from the table to cling onto her hips. He pushed her down until she was lying on the table, and he was about to climb over her when Sirius' voice crept into his ears.

"Black to Weasley. Team meeting time. You know the drill."

Ron tore his lips from Hermione's, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. "Fuck's sake."

He knew he should have turned his walkie talkie off.

Her laugh was delightful, drawing his attention back to the flushed woman who had just a moment before been writhing underneath him. He took her hand and helped her sit up before giving her one last kiss.

"I can't believe I have to wait until Tuesday to see you again," she pouted. "Ginny told me this weekend was all about me and that I wasn't allowed to fawn over you all night. Apparently, it makes her sick."

"Did I tell you how much I hate my siblings?" Ron tightened his grip on her hand and led her out of the room and towards the backstage area once more.

"All the time."

They reached Harry's area, where Sirius, Ginny, Harry and their combined group of friends waited for them. Ron couldn't stop the blush from creeping over his cheeks, even though it had been two years since he and Hermione got engaged.

"My friend." Ginny stepped out and snatched Hermione out of Ron's grasp. "We have a VIP box waiting for us, and a fuck ton of champagne, and you." She jabbed a finger at her brother's chest. "Have to work."

"Nice to see you too, Sis." Ron scowled, rubbing at the spot as if she'd burned him.

Hermione gave Ron a regretful look, then moved back towards him, placing a chaste kiss against his lips. "Look after Harry and yourself over the weekend, okay? Don't go too mental."

"I won't."

"Now, I wonder if Ed Sheeran is about somewhere? You know how much I love a ginger man."

"Don't you bloody dare! I don't mind taking him down, even if his music is amazing." Ron laughed as Hermione turned and gave him a wink. He waited until she'd disappeared before letting out a heavy sigh. "Fucking work."

"You know you love it. Now come on, it's team meeting time. And it's great to have you back."

Harry looped his arm around his best friend and pulled him to the rest of the waiting crew. Ron realised the specky git was right. It was good to be back. Working with the rest of the team was like returning to family, and he missed hanging around and travelling with them all.

Still, he wouldn't give up the life he'd built with Hermione to go back on the road again. No fucking way.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and Ron fished it out, keeping one ear trained on Sirius as he began his usual speech. A message from Hermione was waiting, and Ron opened it straight away, a huge grin appearing on his face.

I love you x

Ron didn't even have to look to respond. His thumbs beat a practised rhythm against his screen. He checked it once to make sure it made sense before firing it straight off to Hermione.

I love you too x