Epilogue
"And so you see, kids, that's how I met your Grandma Hermione," a fifty- five year old Ron said with a small smile. Two of his grandkids were sitting on the floor staring at him.
"That's it?" said the eldest grandchild, a strawberry blonde eleven- year-old named Matt. "Ugh...you just go all sentimental and then you end the story?"
"Well, that's just how it went, Matt. Maybe someday you'll understand," Ron said with a wink in Hermione's direction.
"I think it was sweet, Matthew," Matthew's nine-year-old sister Elizabeth said, jabbing her elbow into his side. Matt yelped, but then pinched her.
"Kids," Hermione admonished as she flicked her wand, making all of her dishes for lunch magically begin setting themselves out on the table.
Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at Matt, but then turned back to Ron. "Grandpa, why don't you tell stories about Hogwarts more often?"
Ron stopped short for a minute, then glanced at Hermione again and turned to wholly face Elizabeth. "I think that that is a story best saved for another day."
"Why?" the little redhead asked.
"Because it's very long, and it has some scary parts, and because lunch is ready right now, and I am hungry," Ron said, standing up.
"Does Mommy know the story?" the little girl asked.
"A few small parts of it, yes," Ron said. "But don't bother her about it. I promise you, Liz, that I'll tell you. But not right now, ok?"
"OK, Grandpa. Gram, what's for lunch?"
"Sandwiches and pumpkin juice, dear," Hermione said, putting out the food.
"Ugh...pumpkin juice? Do we have to have pumpkin juice?" Matthew asked, scrunching up his face as he sat down at the table.
"You had better learn to like it, Matt, because it's the only thing they serve at Hogwarts," Hermione said, placing a large glass in front of him. "Besides, it's good for you."
"I like pumpkin juice, Gram," Elizabeth said, smirking at her brother.
"Suck up," he muttered. Ron heard, but he just rolled his eyes and began eating his food. He remembered the days when he had spoken those same words to Ginny.
Just as they were finishing up their lunch, the doorbell rang. Hermione got up to answer it. It turned out to be Elizabeth and Matthew's mother, Emily.
"Hello, sweetheart," Hermione said, smiling.
"Hello, Mum. Thanks for watching them on such short notice. I just had some really important things to do. I hope they weren't any trouble?"
"Oh, no, no. They never are. Ron just finished telling them about how he and I got together," Hermione said.
"Oh, not that old story, Dad," Emily said to Ron. Ron just shook his head in reply. Emily was their youngest, and she was the only one to have equal qualities from both parents. Their son, Brett, was mostly like Hermione, and their other daughter, Breanne, was mostly like Ron. All three of them had kids, but Emily's were the oldest.
"Bye, Gram, Grandpa!" called Elizabeth after she gathered all her stuff together.
"See you," Matthew said after he had also gathered his things.
"Bye, Mum, Dad," said Emily as she grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. "I'll see you soon, ok?"
"Bye bye," Hermione called.
Before they knew it, the three had thrown the powder into the fire and shouted 'the Three Broomsticks.' Then they were off in a whoosh of green flame.
"Why did you have to tell them the story about the swimming lessons?" Hermione asked when everyone was gone.
"Why, didn't you like it?" Ron asked with a devilish grin on his face.
"No, not particularly," Hermione said with a small frown.
"Well, that's really too bad," Ron said, shrugging.
"And why is that?" Hermione asked.
"Because it's all true," Ron said with a smirk. "I think I should publish it. And I'd give it a really original title...like 'The Swimming Lessons' or something."
"Yes, Ron, you do that. Go publish our story, name it 'The Swimming Lessons,' and we'll see how many journalists will be begging for an interview the next morning, all right?"
"Maybe I will," said Ron, a smile growing on his face. "Maybe I will."
A/N-Oh..it's the end of another story. *sob* There might be a sequel, but I'm not really sure yet. I have some other ideas that I might pursue first before I think about it. Oh well. We'll see. Tell me what you think, if you want.
"And so you see, kids, that's how I met your Grandma Hermione," a fifty- five year old Ron said with a small smile. Two of his grandkids were sitting on the floor staring at him.
"That's it?" said the eldest grandchild, a strawberry blonde eleven- year-old named Matt. "Ugh...you just go all sentimental and then you end the story?"
"Well, that's just how it went, Matt. Maybe someday you'll understand," Ron said with a wink in Hermione's direction.
"I think it was sweet, Matthew," Matthew's nine-year-old sister Elizabeth said, jabbing her elbow into his side. Matt yelped, but then pinched her.
"Kids," Hermione admonished as she flicked her wand, making all of her dishes for lunch magically begin setting themselves out on the table.
Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at Matt, but then turned back to Ron. "Grandpa, why don't you tell stories about Hogwarts more often?"
Ron stopped short for a minute, then glanced at Hermione again and turned to wholly face Elizabeth. "I think that that is a story best saved for another day."
"Why?" the little redhead asked.
"Because it's very long, and it has some scary parts, and because lunch is ready right now, and I am hungry," Ron said, standing up.
"Does Mommy know the story?" the little girl asked.
"A few small parts of it, yes," Ron said. "But don't bother her about it. I promise you, Liz, that I'll tell you. But not right now, ok?"
"OK, Grandpa. Gram, what's for lunch?"
"Sandwiches and pumpkin juice, dear," Hermione said, putting out the food.
"Ugh...pumpkin juice? Do we have to have pumpkin juice?" Matthew asked, scrunching up his face as he sat down at the table.
"You had better learn to like it, Matt, because it's the only thing they serve at Hogwarts," Hermione said, placing a large glass in front of him. "Besides, it's good for you."
"I like pumpkin juice, Gram," Elizabeth said, smirking at her brother.
"Suck up," he muttered. Ron heard, but he just rolled his eyes and began eating his food. He remembered the days when he had spoken those same words to Ginny.
Just as they were finishing up their lunch, the doorbell rang. Hermione got up to answer it. It turned out to be Elizabeth and Matthew's mother, Emily.
"Hello, sweetheart," Hermione said, smiling.
"Hello, Mum. Thanks for watching them on such short notice. I just had some really important things to do. I hope they weren't any trouble?"
"Oh, no, no. They never are. Ron just finished telling them about how he and I got together," Hermione said.
"Oh, not that old story, Dad," Emily said to Ron. Ron just shook his head in reply. Emily was their youngest, and she was the only one to have equal qualities from both parents. Their son, Brett, was mostly like Hermione, and their other daughter, Breanne, was mostly like Ron. All three of them had kids, but Emily's were the oldest.
"Bye, Gram, Grandpa!" called Elizabeth after she gathered all her stuff together.
"See you," Matthew said after he had also gathered his things.
"Bye, Mum, Dad," said Emily as she grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. "I'll see you soon, ok?"
"Bye bye," Hermione called.
Before they knew it, the three had thrown the powder into the fire and shouted 'the Three Broomsticks.' Then they were off in a whoosh of green flame.
"Why did you have to tell them the story about the swimming lessons?" Hermione asked when everyone was gone.
"Why, didn't you like it?" Ron asked with a devilish grin on his face.
"No, not particularly," Hermione said with a small frown.
"Well, that's really too bad," Ron said, shrugging.
"And why is that?" Hermione asked.
"Because it's all true," Ron said with a smirk. "I think I should publish it. And I'd give it a really original title...like 'The Swimming Lessons' or something."
"Yes, Ron, you do that. Go publish our story, name it 'The Swimming Lessons,' and we'll see how many journalists will be begging for an interview the next morning, all right?"
"Maybe I will," said Ron, a smile growing on his face. "Maybe I will."
A/N-Oh..it's the end of another story. *sob* There might be a sequel, but I'm not really sure yet. I have some other ideas that I might pursue first before I think about it. Oh well. We'll see. Tell me what you think, if you want.