Chapter 3- And twin makes four...

It was almost dinnertime, and for the first time in his life, Ron Weasley wasn't hungry. Okay, that was a lie; he was actually starving, but he didn't dare move from his spot in the rocking chair. He was too busy with his son.

The ambulance from St. Mungo's arrived about twenty minutes after Hermione gave birth to their second child, another boy. After getting jammed with some wards Harry had forgotten to take down, they ran tests on Hermione and the twins. All results were positive, and the Healers, seeing as how everything had been properly taken care of, left a few specialized Portkeys to the hospital if anything went wrong.

They also helped Harry, who had a large bump on his head after falling to the ground in shock. Ron had found it rather funny, but he did feel guilty about not informing his best mate about the twins. He and Hermione had decided to keep it a secret because, well, it was their secret, and they deserved to.

Ginny was given great compliments by the Healers, making her family swell with pride. Though, she had whined a bit about both of the twins being boys, saying that it wasn't fair how they couldn't give her one girl. But, Ron didn't exactly care about his sister at the moment; all his attention was focused on the little bundle of blue he held in his arms.

Jacob Arthur Weasley was wide-awake in his father's arms, staring at him with his gray-blue eyes. The boy already had puffs of curled red hair, and Ron was immensely happy because of that. He and his brother Fred had made a bet about the hair color, and now his brother owed him a weekend of babysitting. Jacob yawned, and Ron couldn't help but think that his son was the cutest damn thing in the world…

Well, he was tied for first, anyway.

In Hermione's arms laid Jacob's twin brother, Anthony Remus Weasley. He was born only five minutes after; Ron had a feeling that the older twin would use that against his brother. Anthony also had signs of red hair, but much less than his brother. He was fast asleep in his mother's arms, but Hermione was still gazing at him with an enormous batch of adoration.

And Hermione…when everything was done, when both Jacob and Anthony were fast asleep taking their first naps, and when the room was empty except for the brand new parents and their babies, she wrapped her arms around Ron and cried into his shoulder, thanking him for giving her such precious gifts.

The moment she thanked him, tears burst from his eyes for the second time that day, and he held her as tightly as he could without hurting, whispering how much he loved her into her wild curls. He held her as she fell into a much-deserved sleep.

It was later, and now the two new parents were silently waiting for the rest of their family to enter the room, knowing that they had been dying to come in. As if on cue, there was a soft knock, and Ron crossed, with Jacob still in his arms, to open the door.

"Yes?" he said to his sister and his best friend. Both had eager expressions on their face, and Ginny immediately reached for Jacob; she cooed like she had all day.

"And how's my ickle nephy-nephew?" Ginny was an expert in baby talk. "You're just the key-utest ickle thing I've ever met, yes you are!"

Ron and Harry simultaneously rolled their eyes as Ginny made her way over a chair, rocking Jacob gently.

"He's so cute, Ron, I think I'm getting over the 'them-not-being-girls' thing," she noted, grinning.

"Well, that's good," Ron said, leaning against the wall as he watched Harry approach Hermione, "cause I reckon' that we're not having that changed any time soon."

"Do you want to hold him, Harry?" Hermione asked softly, noticing how tentatively he was stroking the baby's hair. Harry didn't need to say it, she and Ron both knew, and Hermione carefully put Anthony in his arms.

It had to be quite a shock for Harry, though he had dealt with many babies before; it was the fact that it was Ron and Hermione's son that made it so unbelievable. Hell, Ron still found it quite unbelievable. Harry turned around and smiled so brightly at Ron; it was literally one of the happiest moments in his life.

"He's so tiny," Harry said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Anthony Remus, that's a very nice name you've got there," he said, poking the baby's nose.

Ron and Hermione shared a look, and with a small smile, she indicated what Ron was already thinking. Ginny walked over with Jacob, still making faces at the baby.

"Erm," Ron began, making the two look up. Hermione grinned, watching with interested eyes. "Would you two…well, it was kind of a given, but…would you be Anthony's Godparents?"

Ginny held in a squeal and Harry's chest swelled with pride, both nodding immediately.

"What about Jakie-wakie?" Ginny asked, looking down at the baby she was holding. Hermione giggled and Ron's eyes widened slightly at the nickname.

"We've asked Viktor to be his godfather, because Ron would never have made it home without him," Hermione explained, smiling at her husband. Harry and Ginny laughed in surprise, but nodded, knowing that the title was well deserved.

"They both have amazing Seekers for godfathers," Ginny noted, bumping shoulders with her husband. Harry smiled, but his eyes remained on his godson.

"They're natural born Quidditch players!" Ron added, making Hermione glare at him. "What?"

"Don't get them started on Quidditch already!" she scolded, but she had a playful look in her eyes. "I want them to know how to read before they can ride a broomstick."

Ron and Ginny groaned in unison, immediately going into reasons of why it was so important for the twins to get their Quidditch training in early, while Hermione was going on about the library she had already started for them. The three would've argued for quite a bit, if it hadn't been for Harry's quiet, but bold statement,

"I want one."

All three of the bickering people stopped and slowly gazed at Harry, who was still entranced with his godson. Ginny looked the most intrigued, because, well, she was the most involved.

"What?" she asked, wishing for her husband to elaborate. A blush ran up Harry's neck and onto his face as he turned towards Ginny, an amazingly silly grin on his face.

"Let's have a baby," he said simply, his green eyes twinkling. Ginny bit her lip, but Ron could tell that she was ready to shriek in excitement. Hermione clapped her hands over her mouth in an excited fashion, and the two new parents grinned broadly as Ginny nodded.

"I mean, I know you still have a few months of training left…" Harry said, handing Anthony over to Hermione. Ginny immediately followed his suit and gave Jacob to Ron.

"That's fine, I'll be done soon, oh, Harry!" She flung her arms around her husband's neck; squeezing him so tight that Ron thought Harry might faint again. He didn't, thankfully.

"Get out of here, you love birds," Ron laughed, pushing the two out of the room. He shut the door behind them with his back, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe I just sent my sister off to make a baby with my best friend…oy."

"Stop being silly!" Hermione giggled, noticing that Anthony had woken up. "Doesn't everyone deserve such a precious gift?"

At that, Ron's mind clicked, and he remembered something that he had forgotten in all of the chaos. Carefully, he put Jacob back into his basinet, and summoned something out from under the bed.

Hermione looked on questioningly as Ron took Anthony and put him in his crib as well. He sat down on the end of his wife's bed. In his hands he held a pretty box that was topped with a single red bow.

"It's a present for you," Ron said, blushing slightly. "I figured…well, I wasn't doing the hard part so…" he shrugged, making Hermione smile broadly.

"Really? That's so thoughtful, Ron!" She put her arms out in search of a hug and a kiss, which Ron eagerly granted. "How long have you been hiding this?"

"Since we found out they were twins." He laughed at her shocked face, knowing that she couldn't believe he'd kept a secret from her for almost four months. "Here, open it."

Hermione grinned shyly and took the top off the box, reaching in and pulling away some tissue paper. "Aww, little Cannons pajamas!" She looked up at him, smiling widely, "I was wondering why you hadn't brought these home!"

"Believe me, it was hard not to show them off!" he laughed, leaning over to look into the box, "C'mon, there's more!"

She laughed again and this time pulled out a deep red colored box, and she looked a bit confused. Then she looked at the cover, "Oh! A complete set of Mother Goose fairy tales!" she squealed, "This is the exact set I've been searching for! Where on earth did you find it?"

"Your dad helped me search for it on the Innernets," Ron explained, looking smug. Hermione laughed, putting a hand to her mouth.

"The internet? You went on a computer?"

"Yeah! Those books came all the way from the Amazon, so you know they must be one of a kind!"

Hermione let out a loud laugh and wiped away some tears from her face. Ron didn't understand what could have been so funny, but he let her laugh anyway.

"This was so nice of you, Ron," she said, a hand to her chest as she tried to calm down. "I can't believe the effort you went through!"

"There's something else," he said, his voice much softer than before. Hermione raised a single eyebrow, and buried her hand into the box, going through some more tissues to find what felt like…

"A book?" she said, and Ron smiled. She pulled it out, and it wasn't in the normal shape of a book, it was more of a photo album. The cover was leather and scarlet, and in a golden cursive 'W' was in the center. "Ooh…how beautiful!" she said quietly, opening the front page. Her eyes widened and she looked back up at her husband.

The front page was a picture of the two during their time spent at The Leaky Cauldron before their third year. Hermione had completely forgotten about it, but after seeing it, the thought raced back into her mind. It must have been the first picture they had ever taken together. She flipped the page and pictures from the Quidditch World Cup were there, and it went on and on throughout the years.

There was one of the day Ron had proposed; the two were pink faced and the picture versions of them couldn't stop kissing and hugging. Wedding photos were next, and now Harry and Ginny, along with the rest of their family, were making more appearances.

Their first day in their house, Ron's road test, Harry and Ginny's wedding, the opening of the Hogsmeade Branch of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes…

"Oh Ron…" she whispered, looking at a picture of the pregnancy test she had taken, the one that had finally said 'positive'. "This is wonderful, you did this all yourself?"

"Well, Ginny found the older pictures," he explained, his ears pink. "I put it all together, though, and it was my idea…" Ron trailed off as she flipped the page again. A soft 'thumping' filled the room and tears welled up in his eyes as she started to cry, putting a hand to her mouth.

On the page were a few of the sonogram photos that had been taken at their doctor's. They were regular Muggle photos, but with a few spells, Ron had managed to change them into Wizard portraits; they babies moved and with another spell, he had placed the sound of their heartbeats into the page.

She looked up at him and bit her lip, shaking her head. "You're wonderful."

Ron flushed and shrugged, staring at the picture. Hermione reached for his hand and grasped it tightly.

"This is just so amazing, all the effort you put into it…"

"I mean, it's the least I could do," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You did carry my boys for nine months…"

"That's true," Hermione giggled, peeking over towards the crib the twins were sleeping in. "Oh, I wish they'd wake up!"

"You're not going to be wishing that tonight," Ron chided, and Hermione grinned, looking absolutely ready to take on the challenge.

Three Years Later- New Year's Eve

"AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Jacob Arthur Weasley shrieked, rattling the childproof fence that was stopping him from going from going up the stairs. The three-year-old's red curls were bouncing all over the place as he let out another scream, scrunching his eyes to force some tears out and gain sympathy from his parents. Ron and Hermione knew better, though.

"No, Jake," Ron said, picking the boy up from behind and carrying him into the kitchen. Jacob screamed some more, but he didn't struggle against his father's chest. He'd learned already that tantrums never worked.

Ron put the baby into his high chair, next to his twin, who was quietly separating his cereal into different groups. Anthony Remus didn't cry often, and when he did, it was usually because Jacob was trying to make him do something he didn't want to.

Hermione was in front of the sink, humming and moving her shoulders to a song that was playing in her head. Ron watched with amusement, and attempted to sneak up on her, even though he knew she was quite aware of his presence.

When he wrapped his arms around her waist, Hermione smiled and leaned back into him, not stopping what she was doing. There were bowls of punch, cider, and something the children couldn't drink, and along the side of the sink were plates full of appetizers that Ron was itching to snatch. His wife was decorating everything with bits of edible glitter and charming the design of the plates so they would change after someone touched it.

They were having a small New Year's Eve party, and it was almost seven, when the guests should be arriving.

Hermione smacked away Ron's hand before he was able to grab a stuffed mushroom, and turned around in his arms, smiling coyly.

"Those are for our guests," she said, raising an eyebrow. Ron pouted and made a few whimpering noises that made the boys behind him giggle.

Ron turned around quickly, and began to stalk towards the twins as if he were sneaking up on his prey. Slowly he made his way towards them, with each step he made a 'thump' sound with his mouth, making their anticipation grow.

Jacob and Anthony knew what was coming; they had played it many times before, and began to shriek in delight, trying to get out of their high chairs. But their struggles were of no avail; Ron swooped both of them up in his long arms and charged into the living room, making the boys scream at the top of their lungs.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she could help but smile as she watched Ron 'drop' the twins onto the couch, tickling them furiously as they kicked and laughed hysterically. Ron initiated the 'fight' time with the boys almost hourly, and Hermione found it endearing and useful; it tired out the boys so they would sleep straight through their naps and the night.

There was a knock at the front door, and Hermione walked past her boys to open it, hoping their visitors didn't find the sight of the 'fighting' too alarming. Peeking through the peephole, Hermione grinned and opened the door, her arms wide.

"Hello, how's my precious Goddaughter?" she cooed, taking the redheaded one-year-old out of Ginny Potter's arms. Harry and Ginny smiled brightly and entered, sending amused glances towards Ron and the twins.

Hermione twirled Elisabeth Rose Potter in her arms, making the girl's green eyes shine with delight. She released a happy squeal that made the three wrestling boys realize that they had guests. Ron stood up with Jacob still latched onto his shirt, and greeted his sister and best friend, breathing heavily.

"Those two are going to be able to beat you up, one day," Ginny noted, plucking Jacob off of her brother. The boy screamed happily and tugged on his aunt's long hair. With her slightly swollen belly, Ginny was eager for a little boy of her own, so she took every opportunity to play with the twins to prepare.

"That's not for a while now," Ron said, helping Anthony down from the couch. The boy stumbled slightly, a bit dizzy, but Uncle Harry caught him before he hit the ground.

"Did you find out about the job, Harry?" Hermione asked, a twinkle in her eye. Harry couldn't help but blush, and shrugged.

"Snape's retiring at the end of this year…so…I'm probably getting the position of Defense Professor," he said, earning shouts of joy from Ron and Hermione. Ginny looked immensely proud, and hugged her nephew tightly to her, because her husband was being swarmed.

"You're replacing Snape, that's...strange," Ron said, thinking about their seventh year, when the potions master had finally won the position as Defense Professor.

"It's still amazing," Hermione said, sitting down with Elisabeth, who was pulling at her hair. "Now you and Neville can be co-workers!"

"I didn't think about that," Harry laughed, sitting on the couch. "I wonder how he's dealt with Snape in the professor's lounge?"

The four laughed, making the babies giggle too. Ginny was levitating a ball around for Jacob to try and catch, and the boy was having a grand time jumping up as high as possible to grab it.

"Well, this is a change from our wild New Year's' Eves of the past," Harry said as he pulled Anthony onto his lap, to read the book he had brought for him. "I'd sit here all night reading this book if I had to."

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Hermione laughed, nudged Crookshanks away with her foot; the animal always grew a bit jealous when another baby was present. He was very protective of Hermione's children, as he felt like their protector, but he always purred for attention when Elisabeth was in the house.

They chatted for a little bit, about every day little things (they hadn't seen each other in about a week), and, like it had for the past couple of months, the conversation always ended up being about the newest Potter.

"Is a little Harry in our future?" Hermione chided, knowing that Harry was adament about not naming his son after himself.

"No," Harry laughed, flipping the pages for Anthony. "Maybe a little Ronald, though…"

"Absolutely not," Ron scolded, waving a finger at his sister. Ginny giggled and shrugged, not telling which way the couple was heading with a name. "No, seriously, don't name it after me!"

"And why not?" Ginny spat, growing angry. Ron froze; he remembered how temperamental his sister had been during her first pregnancy, he had a scar to prove it.

"Because…that sentences him to a life time of being Little Ron, you know?" He knew his reason was weak, but he honestly didn't feel as if he should have the honor of a child being named after him. Hell, he hadn't named his own sons after him.

"It's staying on the list," Harry said, trying to please both parties. "We were thinking about something for Sirius…"

"And your dad," Ginny added, a sparkle in her eyes. Harry shrugged, and ruffled Anthony's hair.

"Dunno if I'm ready to do that," Harry said, sending his wife a look. Ginny huffed and bounced Jacob on her knee, annoyed that all her suggestions were being shot down.

"Well, if you're looking for something for Sirius," Hermione said, using her wand to summon a book, "Here's a book of constellations…you know, to keep that tradition." She handed the book to Ginny, who looked interested. She sent her husband an encouraging glance, and Harry nodded, smiling.

"Anyone else coming?" Ginny asked, after flipping through a couple of pages.

"Mmm, the rest of your brothers should be showing up soon," Hermione said, standing up with Elisabeth on her hip. She started towards the playroom, where she had set up various activities for the children (and Fred and George) to play with.

It had taken a lot of begging on Ron's part to get Hermione to host the celebration, but she had finally agreed, and now he owed her a weekend of babysitting.

"With your parents on vacation, this should be interesting." Harry grinned, nudging Ron. "A riot always breaks out at these things."

Ron yawned and nodded watching as Jacob was quietly stalked Crookshanks into the kitchen. He wondered if he should stop his son before the cat grew annoyed, but the doorbell rang again, and Jacob took that as his signal to pounce.

He missed, of course, and landed face first on the tiled floor of the kitchen. The boy let out a howl of pain and Ron rushed to pick him up and heal him.

"Aw, my little hunter fell down," he said, putting Jacob's crying face into his shoulder. "Your cousins are here, you don't want to cry in front of them, do you?"

The boy didn't seem to hear him, though, and continued to wail as the house filled with family.

Charlie and his wife, a very clumsy Auror his nieces and nephews called 'Auntie Tonksie', entered, their six children in tow. Michelangelo, Jason-Bilius, Cassiopeia, Kaida, and Leora all followed their parents in a straight line, but once they were in the house, they scattered and began making as much noise as possible.

"Ehh, Jacob!" Charlie said, poking the boy in the nose. Ron grinned, knowing Jacob would do something to retaliate. "What's the fuss about?"

"No cat!" Jacob shrieked, swatting at his uncle. Ron roared with laughter as Charlie pretended to be fatally injured, making Jacob hide his smiles in his father's shoulder.

Anthony was showing Tonks the book Harry had given him, but his attention turned to the new guests, who had balloons in their hands.

"Bah-woons!" he squealed, rushing towards the multicolored orbs.

"Hello Weasleys!" Fred exclaimed, releasing the balloons that multiplied into at least a hundred more, floating about the house in a wonderful rainbow. Angelina came in behind, their youngest, Brian on one hip, and their eldest, Little George, on a leash-like contraption.

Behind them entered George and Katie, whose children were in similar situations as Fred and Angelina's. Annie was clamped to George's chest while Katie tried to get Little Fred's shoes on as he hopped around the living room.

"There are drinks and appetizers in the kitchen and dining room!" Hermione shouted over the commotion, pointing her wand at a picture frame that was about to fall over because Michelangelo bumped into the table it was on.

"I've brought the fun stuff!" Bill Weasley announced as he entered, his beautiful wife, Fleur on his arm. Their daughter Juliet was a miniature version of her mother, and the little brother Derek was already moving with the suaveness his father was known for.

After crying for five minutes, Jacob realized that there were things and people for him to play with, so he struggled and Ron finally put him in the ground, just to watch him run straight into Fred's son, Brian, knocking them both to the ground. Instead of crying, the two boys, who would be starting Hogwarts in the same year, laughed hysterically.

Ron shook his head at the boys, and made his way through the crowd, towards the stairs. Though he enjoyed being with his family, there was only so much noise Ron was willing to take. He would join the party later, but for now, he had something better to do.

Making sure Hermione didn't see him sneak away Ron easily climbed over the small fence at the bottom of the stairs, and bolted to the second floor. He stopped on the landing to listen for anyone ratting him out, his ears trying to pick up any suspicious sound. When he thought everything was clear, Ron started towards the room at the end of the hall, past the toy room and the master bedroom.

The door was shut, and with the carefulness he had learned room being a parent, he turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open, just enough to allow him to fit in, and then he shut it behind him.

The room was painted a pastel yellow, with a flowery border and an enchanted ceiling that showed the night sky when the lights were off. The thin white drapes were shut, but the light shining through was enough for Ron to see what he had snuck away for.

A white crib sat under the window, and Ron slipped off his shoes so he wouldn't mess up the light green carpet as he walked towards the crib. He leaned his arms on the edges, and with a loving smile, stared down at his little girl.

Emily Paige Weasley, named after Hermione's grandmother and mother respectively, slept silently on her pink blanket, her numerous stuffed animals surrounding her. She had much more red hair than either of her brothers had at this age, and the hair was already as curly as her mother's.

She was a June baby and Ron hadn't been able to go an hour for the past six months without looking at her. He often made surprise visits home just to hold her, and the boys, of course. There was just something about this little girl that Ron couldn't comprehend.

Carefully, he put his hands under her and lifted her up, laying her head on his shoulder. Emily remained asleep as he walked towards the rocking chair his mother had given Hermione during her first pregnancy, sitting down gently.

Ron always liked that Emily's room wasn't pink and extremely girly. Though Hermione hadn't been able to stop herself from squealing when she saw the precious little dresses and shoes her mother and in-laws had given her, Ron was sure that Emily was going to be just as tough as the woman he had fallen in love with and married.

He rocked and watched her face, and she squirmed slightly, her eyes opening. Ron grinned and nudged his nose with hers and she giggled loudly, smacking his face.

"Oy, Red," he whispered, leaning his head back so she could grab at his face. "You're going to give Daddy a scar, you are."

"Da-dee," she repeated, pinching his cheeks. Ron scrunched up his face and blew softly at her face, making her laugh. "Da-dee!"

"Em-lee!" he exclaimed softly, blowing again. Her giggles filled the room and made Ron's heart swell.

When he and Hermione had found out and revealed that they were going to have a girl, Ron's father pulled him aside and told him something that Ron now found to be absolutely true. There was nothing like a little girl, Arthur Weasley had stated with a shine in his eyes. The love that little girl has for her father wouldn't equal a fraction of his love for her, Ron's father had said, and those two simple statements made Ron incredibly anxious to see his baby girl.

Emily came into the world without all the drama the twins had, and she was born in a Muggle hospital with Muggle doctors. It was a sight to all the Muggles, a waiting room full of loud and excited redheads.

Ron was given the pleasure of walking into the waiting room, seeing all of their suspense (and making it last a little longer as he avoided the subject), and telling them that Emily Paige was officially a Weasley. The eruption of noise had caused everyone (except Ron, who Apparated back to Hermione's room) to be kicked out of the hospital.

Anthony and Jacob adored their little sister, though they had been obviously confused when she was brought home from the hospital. Hermione had given them each a little baby doll, to get used to the concept of having a baby in the house, but when Hermione introduced Emily to her brothers, Anthony exclaimed,

"Not 'nother one!"

Emily leaned her stomach onto Ron's chest and began playing with her father's hair, pulling it softly as if she didn't want to hurt him. He enjoyed these quiet moments with her, even though the voices of the party guests were humming in the background.

"Ready to celebrate a new year?" he asked her, examining her eyes. They still hadn't changed to their final color, though Ron was rooting for Emily to have the same brown eyes as her mother.

"Nu yeeh," Emily mimicked, poking his nose. Ron smiled and let her play with his face, hoping that she stayed this sweet forever.

She yawned and her eyes fluttered, and Ron knew he shouldn't have woken her up. He cradled her in his arms, and after sending a locking and silencing charm on her door; he began to rock, softly singing a rhyme his mother used to sing to him,

"Golden slumber kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep, pretty baby,
Do not cry,
And I will sing you a lullaby.

Care is heavy, therefore sleep,
While I o'er you watch do keep.
Sleep, pretty darling,
Do not cry,
And I will sing you a lullaby."

He knew he didn't sound very good, which is why he put a silencing charm on the room (and also so no one could walk in and hear him), but he always managed to put her to sleep, which is all he really wanted.

Ron carefully put Emily back in the bed, making sure the charms that would allow Ron and Hermione's wand to pick up her cries were still intact. He kissed her and left, closing the door softly behind him.

He trotted down the stairs, finding Anthony standing in front of the fence, looking as if he had been searching for something. Ron grinned; his son must've seen him disappear up the stairs.

"Ahoy, Anthony!" he said, picking up the toddler. Anthony yawned and dropped his head onto Ron's shoulder, watching the party with his large, tired eyes. "Tired?" Ron asked him, and the boy nodded, rubbing his nose. "Well, let's get your brother and I'll put you to bed, okay?"

Anthony nodded again, this time yawning and grabbing hold of Ron's collar. The father smiled and began to search for his other son, who surprisingly was nowhere to be found. Ron bit his tongue. With all the chaos of the party, Jacob must either be in the middle of it or…hiding from it.

The only quiet place in the house would be the library, and making his way over about four puzzles that were being put together by his various nieces and nephews (and brothers), he noticed that the door was slightly ajar.

Ron pushed the door open, and he smiled. Hermione and Jacob were sitting in the comfiest chair in the house, reading a book Ron couldn't see the title of. Though with closer inspection, Jacob was asleep on her lap, curled up in a blanket.

Hermione looked up and smiled, closing the book.

"Is he out too?" she asked, meaning Anthony. Ron nodded, sitting on the arm of the chair.

"All partied out," he said, kissing the top of Hermione's head. Ron motioned towards Jacob, a look of confusion. "He wanted to read?" His wife grinned and nodded, amazed.

"Yes, he just brought me the book and dragged me in here, it was wonderful."

"I just made sure Emily was asleep," Ron said, leaning his head on Hermione's. "She is."

She giggled, releasing a sigh.

"I'm happy, Ron," she said simply, turning to look at him. Ron smiled, examining her face. She still looked like the girl that insulted him on that first train ride to Hogwarts. During those first couple of years, he would never have imagined wanting to spend the rest of his life with her. Falling in love with Hermione Jane Granger was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"I'm happy too," he said, and they kissed, ready to bring in the next year of the rest of their lives together.

A/N: Thanks for waiting so long for this epilogue J If you're interested, I have a LJ entry with all the ages, names, middle names, of all the Weasley grandkids Thanks again for reading my story!! If the link doesn't work, my user name is shakenshimmy and under "Memories" there's a link to the entry :-)