A sweet, fluffy epilogue for your reading pleasure.

Hermione pulled her puffy coat tighter across her torso as she and Charlie walked up the drive to the Burrow. Charlie threw his arm around her, pulling her into his chest.

"You sure you're ready for this?" he said in a low voice.

"I've been waiting for nearly five years, Charlie," she said, turning to him with a wide smile. "Don't make me wait any longer, yeah?"

He grinned, took her arm to help her up the porch steps. He bent to give her a soft kiss. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper, opening up to his tongue… when they heard a rather loud clearing of someone's throat.

They turned back to where Kingsley adjusted his hat, pretending to look off into the distant snow.

"Right," Charlie said. "Sorry about that, Kingsley… again."

"Well, I suppose I can't hold it against you," Kingsley said, giving the couple a half-smile.

"Well, shall we?" Hermione said, giving the door several loud knocks.

It flew open with Molly rushing out. "Oh, my goodness, it's you!" She tossed an arm around Charlie, and then reached for Hermione in a tight group hug. Pulling back, she gave Charlie a loud smack on his arm.

"Mum!"

"You haven't been here in nearly four months, Charlie. Don't think I haven't been counting the weeks! You've missed Fleur's and George's and Harry's birthdays, as well as Ginny's pregnancy party, gender reveal and—"

"Right, right, Mum—"

"You didn't let me finish, young man—"

"We're so sorry, Molly," Hermione said. "It's been so busy at the reserve—"

Molly gave a loud sigh. "Yes, you both still insist on living all the way in Romania. Well," she said, brightly. "I'm so grateful you arranged for everyone to dress up today so we could finally get that family photo I've been asking for, oh, I don't know—"

"About four years now?" Ginny popped her head through. Hermione screamed and they hugged for what seemed like a century.

"My gods, woman," Hermione said, putting a hand on Gin's belly. "You sure it's not twins?"

"Haha. Very funny. No, just one very large girl, apparently. Hey, is that the photographer?"

Kingsley turned, causing both Gin and Molly to furrow their brows. "Kingsley? That you?" Ginny asked.

"Happy holidays, Molly, Ginny." Kingsley reached out and gave them handshakes.

"Kingsley's here, to, ah, assist us," Hermione said quickly.

"Right," Molly said. "Well, come on! Everyone's already here and they're just dying to see you!"

Hermione went in and greeted all the branches of the family tree, which, even while going as fast as she could, took nearly a half an hour.

"Kingsley wants everyone to gather in the living area!" Molly announced. "We are going to get through this photography shoot before dinner, you all, so if you're hungry, just smile and don't act up, please, for the love of Merlin!"

"Why's your coat still on?" Ginny asked Hermione.

"Oh, I was cold." Hermione glanced down.

"Well, off with it then. We can't take your photo while you look like a purple dragon."

"Haha," Hermione said, unzipping the coat. When she pulled it open, Ginny's jaw dropped.

"WHAT! IN THE NAME OF GODRIC GRYFFINDOR, HERMIONE GRANGER! IS! THAT!"

Everyone turned to see where Gin's finger pointed to, causing gasps and shrieks to echo throughout the Burrow.

Hermione glanced down at her very full, round belly. It pulled her white beaded dress taut all around it, so much so, Hermione thought, it was a wonder some of the pearls hadn't popped off yet. "Right," she said, looking up at their faces. "I'm seven months along. And... it's a girl!"

"AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!" Ginny shrieked.

"We wanted it to be a surprise," Charlie said, running up to wrap an arm around Hermione's belly.

"Charlie," Molly approached, her sobs escalating to match Gin's continued scolds, "You're going to be a father!"

"That's not all," Charlie said, giving her another hug. "We asked Kingsley to join us today so we could…" he paused, glancing to the fireplace, where Kingsley stood, hands clasped together, smiling.

"Tie the knot," Kingsley supplied.

This cause rather enormous amounts of excessive shrieking and, plus even more scolds from Molly, Gin, and even Fleur for not telling them (and thereby not allowing them to help plan). But after all that was said and done, with their families all surrounding them, (including her parents who'd arrived just in time), Hermione and Charlie joined Kingsley at the fireplace, along with Bill as Best Man and Ginny as Maid of Honor.

Kingsley gave, what Hermione was certain was a beautiful and moving speech about love and family, but she couldn't hear a word of it. She kept her eyes glued to the teal color in Charlie's, smiling until her cheeks hurt, and then smiling some more.

After reciting their "I wills," which Hermione still couldn't focus on, despite having written half of them herself, she shakily put Charlie's ring on his finger. When she looked up once more in his eyes, she saw them glistening with tears, which was all it took to set off her waterworks.

After Charlie slid her band on, Kingsley clapped his hands together. "By the power invested in me, the Ministry and all the gods, I now pronounce you husband and wife." He grinned. "Go on and kiss her, Charlie."

Charlie bent her backward, pregnant belly and all, in the same way they'd been practicing for weeks, and snogged her senseless. Though Hermione barely registered almost the whole ceremony, she couldn't tune out the whistles, screams and sobs from all around. She turned to face them, hand in hand with Charlie, and made eye contact with a grinning Harry, who blew her a kiss.

She raised Charlie's arm and cheered with her family. Her whole family.

Yay! They did it! I hope you enjoyed this little piece of fluff to finish this fic off. :)

Thank you all once again for your support!

ATTENTION CHARLIE LOVERS!

Here is where I plug another fic I'm working on. It's very different from most fics (first-person, present-tense OC), but! It's set in Romania, so our protagonist will have quite a lot of interactions with Charlie. If you enjoyed the descriptions of the Romanian mountains and reservation I envisioned (as well as of Charlie's abdominal muscles, hehe), then have a look at An American Squib in Romania.

Note, though. In Another Bloody Birthday, I kind of made Charlie super ideal, but in the new fic, he'll have more flaws, what I imagine the sort Charlie Weasley would realistically have, given his upbringing, probable ideas on gender roles, etc.

Oh and the OC is Latinx! A lot of you let me know that you'd like to read more Latinx characters in HP FF. Her heritage will become relevant as the fic progresses.

So if you'd like to read something rather different in the fanfiction realm, do check out my new fic. If you have any ideas on characters you'd like that OC to interact with, let me know!

Otherwise, I just finished Second Time's a Charm, a smutty Dramione two-shot, and will add to The Lemon Tree in the near future!

-the ravenclaw woods