Warning: Contains Smut. no kidding. pfft. For Sasha.

'Happy birthday, Hermione,' Kit said happily, hugging the smiling woman upon entering the party.

'Thanks, Kit,' she grinned. 'Oh, you shouldn't have got me a present!'

'Your best friend only turns twenty-one once,' Harry said, and Nate hugged Hermione's knees.

'Thank you,' Hermione said softly, laughing at Nate. 'Did you want some cake?' she asked him.

'Yes please!' Nate clapped. 'Mum said I could have a extra big piece!'

'Did she now?' Hermione smiled, shooting a look at Kit, who shrugged.

Nate nodded and with another smile, Hermione led Nate into the kitchen as Sasha swooped down on the couple.

'Oh good, you found it,' she smiled, hugging them both in turn. 'I was worried you would miss the turn off!'

'We did the first time,' Kit smiled.

Sasha laughed. 'Well, come and have a drink would you?'

Kit smiled as Harry took her hand and led her into the living room where the others sat.

'Hey, Harry, Kit,' Oliver said happily from behind the bar. 'Good to see you again.'

'You too, Oliver,' Harry grinned. 'How've you been?'

'He's been fantastic,' Sasha beamed. 'Just got signed to the Edinburgh Eagles for the new season!'

'Wow, congratulations!' Kit said, smiling. 'But isn't that a long commute everyday?'

'It won't be when we move to Scotland,' Oliver said quietly. The room fell quiet around them.

'You're moving?' Mrs Weasley asked, the forkful of cake falling into her lap as she stalled.

'Yes,' Sasha breathed, excitement in her features. 'We've already found a nice little place away from the muggles so that when the kids come they can play Quidditch as well.'

'Kids?'

Sasha nodded at Mrs Weasley. 'If any of your kids want to come out, that's totally alright, and once Nate's old enough to handle a broom, he and you two are welcome as well,' she added to Harry and Kit.

'Oh, wow, thanks,' Harry smiled as Kit and Sasha beamed. Mrs Weasley frowned slightly.

'Here's the lady of the hour!' Mr Weasley interrupted as Hermione led Nate back to his parents. All the boys cheered raucously and Hermione blushed.

'Time for a toast!' the twins roared.

Hermione's blush deepened as Kristina passed drinks around to everyone and Ron tapped the side of his glass with a spoon, moving to stand beside her.

'Well, now you're legal to drink anywhere in the world,' he cheeked, 'but I hope that instead of getting plastered in far off places, you'll stay here –' Ron got down on one knee and everyone's eyes widened, 'and marry me. Please, Hermione?'

'Yes,' Hermione breathed immediately, and Ron reached into his pocket for the ring. As he slid it on her finger she gasped, tears starting in her eyes.

'I love you,' Ron whispered, and even the twins did not catcall as he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.

'Three guesses where that'll lead later tonight,' Kit whispered to Harry, Sasha, and Oliver as the Weasleys cheered and hugged.

Sasha shot a pointed look at Oliver, who flushed.

He kissed her shoulder as he slipped into the bed with her, two hours later than he said he would be. A box of half-eaten chocolates and half a bottle of red wine sat on the bedside table next to his wife.

'You're late,' she mumbled, opening one drunken eye.

'I'm sorry,' he whispered, kissing her neck. 'I couldn't get away.'

'Bugger,' she breathed heavily, turning away from his soft kisses. 'I'm not in the mood now,' she said a little louder as he ran his hands up and down her sides. 'Go sleep on the bloody couch.'

'Are you sure?' he moaned into her ear, pleading.

'Positive,' she said stiffly. Oliver sighed, and the weight behind her shifted on the bed.

The room fell silent around Sasha as Oliver padded down the hall. She lay still and quiet for a number of minutes, listening to her husband extracting pillows and blankets from the hall closet, and then collapsing on the sofa with a tired groan. Her imagination wandered, and she soon found herself on her feet, heading slowly to the living room.

'I'm lonely,' she complained softly, crawling on top of the tired athlete.

'I thought you weren't in the mood,' Oliver said suspiciously, as she kissed along his collarbone.

'I changed my mind,' she whispered hoarsely.

Oliver laughed lightly as her hands roamed up the back of his t-shirt. 'I'm glad,' he whispered.

'Then shut up,' Sasha hissed, pulling his shirt off. As his hands began making their way to her waist, she swatted them away. 'Let me do that,' she breathed, and pulled her own shirt off, then tugged of his sweats and boxers.

'Don't tease,' he begged as she leant down and kissed him.

'I won't,' she murmured, kicking off her own bottoms and kissing him passionately, eagerly.

It took only minutes for the intoxicated Sasha to lure the tired Oliver to make love to her on the couch. He entered her quickly, earning himself a gasp followed quickly by a moan as she tightened around him. His breathing grew ragged with exhaustion and carnality as their tempo increased with ferocity and his hands wandered her silky skin. He came inside her suddenly, and she swore when he pulled out.

'What?' he panted.

'Well, I'm not there yet!' Sasha complained.

Oliver grinned wickedly, his hand moving to where his cock had been, and he kissed her savagely. She moaned into his mouth, and came into his hand.

'Well, good night then,' she breathed, relaxing on top of him.

'Yeah,' he whispered into her hair, pulling the blanket back over top of them.

'Hey, Harry,' Ron said, pulling Harry to the side as all the women gaped over the ring, 'will you be my best man?'

Harry grinned, engulfing Ron in a hug. 'Of course,' he said softly, patting him on the back as Ron beamed. 'And congratulations. About time you did it.'

Ron laughed and Nate toddled over to them.

'Daddy,' he said, 'why is auntie Herm crying?'

Harry smiled, picking the boy up and Ron ruffled his hair. 'Because uncle Ron gave her a very good birthday present.'

'A truck?' Nate asked excitedly, and Ron laughed.

'No,' Harry said slowly, 'a very pretty ring.'

'Oh,' Nate whispered, looking disheartened.

Ron laughed again. 'Hey, Nate, would you like to be part of a very special day for me and auntie Herm?'

Nate nodded and both Harry and Ron grinned.

'Can he be the ring-bearer?' he asked Harry.

'Of course! Wow! You sure are a lucky kid,' he added to Nate, who grinned happily.

'I know! Auntie Herm said I could have two pieces!'