"Sweater Weather"

Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione or Lupin; I would love to own Lupin but for now I worship at J.K. Rowling's feet. WARNING COMPLETE FLUFF, TURN BACK NOW!

Note to Madina: I hope you're reading! Here's the epilogue to the story that made us friends!

"I never thought I could be so happy…." into the woods soundtrack Epilogue: Happily Ever After

About two years after that glorious night in Lupin's flat, they lived together and began to talk of marriage. They never set anything in stone, so Lupin was left the option to surprise Hermione. And surprise her, he did. One night, he got off of Order work early and came home to prepare them a lovely, romantic dinner for two, complete with candles, a silk tablecloth, and roses. He was dressed in a deep red dress shirt, black and red checked tie, black dress pants and the shiniest of black dress shoes. He also got a haircut especially for that night.

When she came home from her desk job at the Ministry, he rushed out of the kitchen to meet her. He kissed her and then put his hands over her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"You, my darling, have been working much too hard!" he replied.

"No harder than you have!"

"Yes, but, I am a man, working hard is in my destiny. You, are a woman and you need these special nights."

"A special night, eh?"

"Oui, oui mademoiselle."

"Ooh, your French is so sexy!"

"Thank you. Now, if you'll just walk the way I lead you? And no peeking!"

He led her to the dining room and said, "Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Then, look around." He lifted his hands from her eyes and she gasped.

"All this for me?"

"What do you mean by that? You deserve even better than this!"

"Well, thank you."

"Take a seat."

She sat and Remus went to go get the salads and wine. He had decided a long time ago that if he were ever to propose to someone, he would place the ring box in the salad at the beginning of a beautiful dinner. He didn't know why, he knew it was horribly cliché and predictable but it was also romantic and he hoped Hermione would think so too.

He came out of the swinging kitchen door with a plate in each hand. He smiled at Hermione who was sniffing one of the roses. "This is lovely! When did you have the time to put this together?"

"Ah, I asked Dumbledore ages ago to let me off this night." He said, setting the plates down, one in front of himself, one in front of Hermione.

"Oh, you are sooooo organized. I love that in a man, especially if it's you." She leaned across the table and kissed Remus lightly on the lips.

"Mmmm, well, you probably won't like me as much after you taste my salad." He chuckled.

"Oh, nothing could make me dislike you!" she stuck a fork into her salad and it hit something solid. She looked quizzically at Remus whose eyes were determinedly on his own salad. She reached into the lettuce leaves and pulled out a small red velvet box. She gasped.

"Remus…. is this what I think it is?"

"Well…. look inside, honey."

She opened the lid and there sat a gold ring mounted with a reasonably sized diamond. "Oh my goodness, Remus, how much was this?"

Remus didn't answer. He just wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin, got out of his chair and walked around the table to Hermione. He took the box from Hermione, who was slack-jawed, and got on one knee.

"Hermione, I know we've talked about this and I hope you're ready for it. So, will you-"

"YES!" she exclaimed.

"Let me finish?"

"Sorry, sorry, go on."

"Hermione, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" she flung her arms around his neck and shed a few teas of joy.

"Are you ready to be happy together? Forever?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." She said. Remus chuckled and frowned a bit. "Of course I'm ready!" she said, to placate him, and he smiled widely.

"Now, how should we celebrate this joyous occasion, mademoiselle?"

"Well, up until you said that French word again I would have liked to finish our meal but I think we should skip that."

He grinned. "Great minds think alike."

"Indeed they do. And I am going to be so happy to be married to the greatest mind in England." She kissed him gently.

"You think too highly of me." He said, kissing her back.

"Not at all, if anything, I don't think highly enough of you."

Remus growled low. "You know that thing that happens to you when I speak French?" she nodded. "Well, it happens to me when you compliment me. Let's go."

"Okay." She grinned at him.

He growled again and lifted her off the chair and carried her to the bedroom, her shrieking and him growling the whole way there. They both thought that they had never been so happy in their whole life. This was their perfect happily ever after.

A/N: hope you liked it! I certainly do. I'm very pleased with the way the ending tuned out. Please review!