Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N:I haven't been so good with updating. This is the last one though!

FORGOTTEN update..well Ron and Emily had a wee chat and everyone seems to feel sorry for him

Thanks to my reviewers..

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After talking to Ron, Emily and George went back to the flat for some quality time sitting together in front of the fire.

"I love when we can just sit together." George said as she snuggled in closer to him.

"Mmm hmm…"

He wrapped his arms tighter around her. And so they sat for hours- Emily tucking her feet up on the couch beside her. George gladly let her rest upon him, content to breathe in her sweet smell and feel her small, soft hands in his.

The day went by lazily and there was little movement from the couple except of course when George's stomach rumbled and Emily's gurgled in response.

The next morning George left Emily to sleep-in while he sorted out the final arrangements for the fireworks.

Later on in the day there was just enough time to fit in a short trip to Alice's to have some lunch- a light lunch of course as there would be plenty of food at the party.

"George! We said a light lunch- don't even think about ordering lasagne. You'll be full still when we get to the Burrow."

"Are you underestimating me again?"

"Never- I just don't want to risk your mum thinking you're sick and then taking you away from me." Emily pouted.

"I hate the fact that you know how to beat me. My only weakness greater than food is you." George said as he shook his head.

"I know." She grinned, sitting up slightly to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"I should starve more often."

"You aren't going to starve. You can have a sandwich or something. When we get to the party there'll be lots of food- your mum always makes enough for an army. Oooh and I'm sure there'll be cake." Emily grinned.

"Hmm… cake… mmm… ok I'll save room for cake."

After quickly changing into her party outfit, Emily kissed George goodbye and literally pried herself out his arms before apparating to the Burrow.

"Emily! I'm so glad you're here. Mum's gone crazy. I don't know what to do with her." Ginny said as she clutched onto Emily's arm.

Emily gulped. She had never known what to do when Mrs Weasley became over enthusiastic about a project. At that moment Molly Weasley bustled into the room. Her hair was up in a bun with bits flying everywhere. She had obviously been baking as she had flour on her apron, skirt, hands and even some on her face.

"Ah, you're here. You look lovely. I won't hug you- all this flour you know. That cake's taken me a little while. Biggest one I've ever made." She smiled proudly. "Ginny, dear, will you go up to Percy's room and get the decorations?"

"Percy's room?" Ginny exclaimed.

"It was the only one I could see the floor of and you know no one ever goes in there. Your dad would never think to look there either."

"Yeah, and I wonder why no one ever goes in there..." Ginny muttered as she trudged up the stairs. When she came back downstairs Emily was alone in the living room.

"Where's my mum?"

"I don't know- all I know is that she said cake like twenty times."

"Well as long as she's gone, want to decorate quickly so we're not here if she comes back?"

"Yes." Emily said whilst nodding her head.

I took a few moments to decorate the room and with the ceiling transfigured into a cloudless sky at night it looked magical.

"That was easy." Ginny smiled.

"I didn't know I could do any of that." Emily said.

"Of course you can- you got the highest grades at school. Anyway, we need to get out of here now- I think I can hear my mum coming."

The girls hid out in Ginny's room the rest of the afternoon, happily chatting about boys and make up.

The party started at half past 7 as everyone arrived and hid in the living room. Molly walked into the garden and made her husband come inside. Once they walked into the living room everyone sprung up and yelled, "Surprise!" Arthur Weasley certainly was surprised as he didn't know so many people could fit behind the sofa.

The party started slowly with everyone talking in small groups and wishing Mr Weasley a Happy Birthday before congratulating Molly for managing to pull it off.

"Where's Madeleine tonight?" Harry asked as he saw his best friend standing off on his own.

"We broke up." Ron said morosely,

"I'm sorry to hear that mate."

"Well you know other fish in the sea and all that." He said, putting on a smile.

"When are we going to have food mum?" George asked as his stomach rumbled again.

"Oh right, yes. I'll just put it out now shall I?" Molly said as she put her hand in her pocket to take out her wand.

"Angie?" Fred asked as he looked at his wife. She was sitting down on the sofa clutching her side. "Mum! Mum!"

"What's wrong Fred?"

"I think… the baby… it's… coming…" Angelina breathed heavily.

"We better get you to the hospital." Mrs Weasley said, holding back the tears.

It wasn't long before Angelina was checked in, but they were still in for a long wait...

"I can see the head!" The doctor said.

"A head?" Fred exclaimed. "I'm going to be a dad, I'm going to be a dad." He repeated uneasily.

"Fred! Will you stand still? You look like a demented pixie!" Angelina exclaimed as her husband bounced on his feet. "Would someone please slap him?"

At that moment Ginny, who had been listening intently at the door, popped her head in and said, "Oh, can I? Please?"

"Please Gin." Angelina said as her right hand, which was attached to her husband's hand, flailed around.

Ginny eagerly ran into the room, stopping just inches in front of her brother. Raising her right hand she slapped him hard across the cheek. Immediately he stopped bouncing.

"Merlin… I'm going to be a dAD!" He exclaimed as Angelina squeezed his hand harder.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Weasley family sat in the waiting room. They had been there for hours and many had already fallen asleep. In fact everyone was asleep except for Mr Weasley and his youngest son. Arthur knew well enough that his son was not in the mood to talk and so left him to his thoughts, but that did not stop him from noticing the glances between Ron and a cute medi-witch.

The young girl was a beauty. Her sleek blonde hair fell just above her slender shoulders. When she saw Ron look at her, her sapphire blue eyes lit up and she giggled lightly, raising a slender hand to cover her button nose and rouge lips.

Noticing that everyone was asleep, as Arthur closed his eyes heavily, Ron decided he should find some Gryffindor courage and go talk to her. Standing up from his seat tensely he rubbed his hands together and began to walk over to her. With long strides he was by her side within seconds and he noticed she was even more beautiful up close.

"I um…I like your hair." Ron said, immediately regretting it. I like your hair?

"I like yours too." She said with a slight French accent.

Ron's heart lifted. Not only had she not run away screaming, she'd complimented him. AND she was French! FRENCH! A goofy smile spread over his face.

"Hi, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."

"Hello. I'm Juliette Danvers. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"They had a boy!" Ginny yelled as she ran into the waiting room.

Everyone stirred from their slumber as Ginny ran round the room yelling, "Wake up! Wake up!"

They all hustled into the private room where Angelina lay in her bed holding a little blue bundle. Fred sat on the bed beside her, looking down on his family. Taking the baby gently from his wife's arms he slowly walked towards the group now gathered in the doorway and proudly made an announcement.

"Allow me to introduce to you the newest Weasley family member Nathaniel Bryce Weasley."

All the girls cooed over the baby as Fred handed him back to his mother. With many pats on the back the Weasley brothers congratulated their brother on the birth of his son, who of course looked just like him. Before long Angelina yawned loudly and everyone decided to leave her to sleep. She would need all she could get before coming home the next day with her newborn.

Back in the waiting room George's stomach once again grumbled loudly and he realised it had been hours since he had last eaten- and even then it had just been a sandwich. He opened his mouth to comment on how hungry he was when Emily suddenly placed a marshmallow in his mouth. It was pink. At least it definitely tasted pink. He grinned as the sweet taste filled his mouth.

"Your mum gave them to me. Some sort of family tradition she said." Emily said as she held out the bag to him, her face contorted in a puzzled look.

"It goes way back to when Ron was being born. Mum was hoping against hope that she was wrong about the sex- though she knew deep down he was going to be boy, she just couldn't help but wish she'd have a girl. Dad wanted to get her something pink but the early arrival had come as a shock. The only thing he could find was a bag of marshmallows. Ever since then, he buys a bag every time a Weasley family member is born. It's an odd tradition, but I'm not complaining." George smiled widely as he lifted another marshmallow out of the bag- another pink one, his favourite.

After that the family went home to sleep. That night there would be a celebration for both Arthur Weasley and his newest grandson, Nathanial.

The party was in full swing within moments of starting. With the first act of business of wetting the baby's head, the champagne bottles were opened and everyone toasted to the newest member. Then another toast was made to Arthur and his birthday. Yet another toast was made to Ron and his newest girlfriend, Juliette. Before long toasts were being made just for the sake of it- to things like Bill's fabulous tie and Ginny falling down the stairs.

After much merriment eating and drinking the party made it's way outside for the fireworks show. It was spectacular, with many pictures lighting the midnight sky.

"Can I borrow you for a minute?" George whispered into Emily's ear.

"Sure."

Taking her by the hand he led her through the garden down towards the boundary, beside his favourite tree that was just on the outside of the wooded area. It had been a spot for hiding during his childhood and as he grew up it became a place of solitude for reflection.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about…" George began. Emily looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "I...um.. well, I wanted to tell you that I'm so glad you've gotten your memory back."

"Me too." She smiled.

"Well. I know it'll be hard for you to pick a name. I don't mind what you want to be called. A rose by any other name and all that. You can be Emily Greer, or Hermione Granger. But I was wondering if…well…" He paused and looked at her in the moonlight once more. A few moments later the entire sky lit up. Emily reluctantly took her eyes off his and looked towards the heavens. In the sky she found a message that appeared to be written in the stars.

"Miss G. will you do me the honour of marrying me?"

She looked at him, eyes wide.

"I love you and I'd do anything for you."

"Even move the stars?"

George grinned. "Will you do me the honour of becoming the newest Mrs Weasley?"

"Yes!" She said as she fell into his embrace. After a moment they shared a long kiss before the Weasley family, who wanted to know her answer, interrupted them.

"She said YES!" George exclaimed before picking her up and spinning her round.

It wasn't long before a huge double wedding of Mr and Mrs George Weasley and Mr and Mrs Harry Potter took place. After that George and Hermione (for that was the name she finally decided upon, though she often let George call her Emily) moved to America, though you wouldn't have known it for the amount of time they spent in the United Kingdom.

And they all lived happily ever after…

…well except for the time that Fred and George taught Amelia and Nathanial the pleasures of playing in Uncle Ron's room. And then there was the time that George accidentally gave his wife the wrong potion and she became two inches tall… but that's a whole other story…

The End.