So, here it is, the final chapter in this story. I really, really hope you like it as this finale had been my goal from the very start of planning!

It's full of saccharine sweet fluff though – be warned!

There's a whole load of thank you and everything on the next chapter if you wish to read, including some info on future writing!

Disclaimer: Not JK, never have been and never will be :p

Chapter 23

"'H'mione," Ron muttered sleepily, nudging me across the bed. "Someone's at the door.".

"Huh?" I asked, waking suddenly.

"Door," he muttered and rolled over, snuggling back under the blankets.

I frowned and listened for the door myself. It was unusual for us to have visitors at the front door – unless it was my parents. The rest of the family usually just flooed or apparated directly into the house and it was rare we got visits from none family members.

"That's not the door," I grumbled once I heard the sound he was on about. Climbing from the cosy cocoon of our bed, where up until a couple of minutes ago we had been curled up together fast asleep, I stumbled towards the window. "That's a flaming owl at the window." I muttered, opening the curtains to find a Ministry owl tapping his beak against the glass again. I let him in, taking the letter from him and climbing back into bed to read my note. Which I did with a groan of dismay.

"What's wrong?" Ron opened one eye and peered at me.

I sighed deeply, refolding my letter. "I'm needed at work. Apparently there's some huge emergency."

"But, it's Saturday," he whimpered and pulled me to snuggle back with him.

"I know..." I yawned, wanting nothing more than to crawl back under the sheets. It had been a hectic week at work – already I had worked extra hours this past week and I had been looking forward to a couple of days rest. "But, this note is from Kingsley himself, I can't ignore that." I bent to kiss the top of his head before extracting myself from his arms and climbing from the bed.

"You have to go now?" He sat up and pouted as I began to find my clothes.

"I'm sorry," I looked back at him over my shoulder, he was knuckling one eye as he yawned. "I'll be home as soon as I can though, okay?" I promised before nipping into the bathroom quickly.

Half an hour later I was dressed and had gulped down a mug of tea and a slice of toast before leaving my family all tucked up in their beds and taking the floo to the Ministry.

Within five minutes of my arrival, I was up to my eyes in paperwork that apparently couldn't wait – the same way it had been all week. I wasn't even sure what it was all for – just something about a crime against a Muggle-born family and they were rushing the case through the Wizengamot for some reason. I couldn't understand what made this case different from other terrible crimes, but not wanting to cause a fuss, just got on with my work as speedily as I could.

Even still, it was almost two in the afternoon before I made it home and I felt terrible that I had missed the best part of the day to spend with my family.

I apparated into our front garden for a change – wanting to creep in and surprise them. Instead I found myself puzzling over the fact that my parents car was parked in the driveway – they'd never said anything about popping over. Ron had opened the door and swept me up into a big hug before I had even reached for the door handle. I hadn't had chance to get a single word out when he suddenly kissed me intensely before grabbing my hand and pulling me through to the study downstairs, closing the door firmly behind him.

"Ron...what on earth are you doing and why are my parents here?" I asked in one long breath, not noticing the nervous way he was wringing his hands and rubbing the back of his neck repeatedly.

"Oh, your parents, they just popped over to see the kids. They're in the back garden with them. But..."

"I should go and say hello," I decided, reaching for the door.

"No!" he almost shouted and grabbed my hand to pull me back. "I mean, erm..." he stammered and was beginning to blush at the tips of his ears. "I just, I want to ask you something first." He lowered his voice.

"Okay," I looked at him warily, realising he was acting strange. "Go on then," I prodded when he didn't speak after a few moments. "What is it?"

"Erm. Yeah. Well...the thing is..." he began.

"Ron? Is something wrong?" I immediately thought the worst.

"Wrong? No!" he exclaimed and then groaned at himself, giving a little grimace. "This isn't coming out right. Here, sit down." He pushed me into the armchair in the corner of the room and then knelt on the floor in front of me.

I looked at the floor, thinking he had dropped something. "Whatever are you..."

"Ssh!" he hissed and took my hand as he took a deep breath. "Hermione," he spoke in almost a whisper and then cleared his throat. "Hermione, love...I hope you know how much these last few weeks have meant to me. How much I appreciate you giving me my life back, giving me my family, our children, and...you." He smiled up at me. "And, I hope you know that I do love you, very much." He was blushing furiously now and sweating a little as he paused to wipe his forehead on his arm. "I know none of this has been easy on you, and..."

"What are you rambling on about?" I interrupted him impatiently.

"Hermione, please let me get this out," he groaned. "This isn't easy for me."

"Okay, I'm sorry," I sighed and tried to be patient as he stroked his thumb across the knuckles of my hand he was holding.

"Well...I just. I was thinking, we could have a fresh start. Begin our life again. I mean begin our relationship again. So, I was hoping we could...I mean, what I want to ask you is, will you marry me, again?"

I stared at him wide eyed, unable to believe my own ears at first. Had my husband just asked me to marry him? Again? Or was I going crazy? "What?" I blurted out, confused. "But, Ron, we are married. It's still perfectly legal."

"I know that," he grunted, sounding disappointed by my reaction. "I know that technically we are still married. But...we've both been through so much these last couple of years I want to make this a fresh start for us. I love you, Hermione and I want, no, I need you to know this is exactly where I want to be, with you and our children. And I want you to know I'm not going anywhere. You're a special part of who I am and I want to prove that with renewing my vows to you. So, will you?" He looked up at me with a hopeful look on his face.

I smiled down at where he was still knelt at my feet. How could I not agree after that heartfelt speech? "Yes," I replied and squeezed his hand. "I think that sounds like a lovely idea." I agreed with him before he raised himself up and swept me into his arms with a whoop of joy. He hugged me tight as I wrapped my arms around him and then he pulled back slightly so as our lips could meet in a sweet kiss.

"I have one more thing I'd like you to do for me," he began, brushing wisps of my hair from my face.

"Okay..." I answered, warily.

"I've laid some clothes out on our bed. Would you go upstairs and put them on for me?" he requested, bashfully.

"Ron!" I blushed. "My parents are right outside and I should go and see them. They must be freezing!" I suddenly realised. "We can't...play any silly games right now," I added in a hushed whisper, thinking he was perhaps suggesting something a little kinky.

He shook his head and laughed. "That's not what I meant. Just indulge me for a moment, please? You'll see." He smiled, getting to his feet and pulling me up to.

I sighed and shook my head, admitting to myself that right now I would probably do anything for him after that proposal. "Fine. But will you tell my parents I'll be out soon? And I hope whatever this is, it's appropriate!" I added, as he let my hand go at the bottom of the stairs.

I was still smiling to myself when I stepped into our bedroom, just wondering what had gotten into my husband – it had been a long time since he'd been this romantic. And yes, Ron did know how to be romantic! Long gone was the silly oaf of a teenager who always put his foot in it. I gasped when I glanced at our bed and saw the outfit he expected me to put on for him. What in Merlin's name was he thinking?

Draped across our bed was my wedding gown and veil. The very same one I had worn when I had first made my one and only true love my husband. Why did he want me to wear it now? I ran my fingers down the lace and satin, remembering our wedding day as though it was only yesterday – the happiest day of my life, at least until our children were born. And now he expected me to parade around the house in my gown that meant so much to me?

I sighed deeply as I frowned in confusion. Then, by chance, I happened to glance out of our bedroom window over looking the back garden. At first I was confused when I couldn't see my parents or our children out there, only then realising the reason I couldn't see them was because my view was hindered by the huge tent bedecked in flowers, tulle and streamers that filled much of the garden.

"Bloody Hell!" I gasped Ron's favourite phrase to myself – it seemed appropriate right now. Was he expecting us to renew our vows right this moment? Was that why my parents were here? I was still gazing out the window, in contemplation, when there was a knock at the door and Ginny poked her head around it.

"Thought you might like some help in getting ready?" she asked, stepping into our room in all her finery.

"You knew about this!" I pointed my finger accusingly.

She shrugged, a knowing smirk on her face. "He's been planning it for a couple of weeks." She admitted.

"Merlin's pants!" I gasped and fell onto the bed, careful to avoid my dress. "So, that's what he was up to!"

"Hermione?" she asked, worried. "I know maybe it's a bit sudden. I tried to tell him he should at least wait to get your answer and then you could plans things together. But, he insisted on doing it this way. He wanted to surprise you, said it was romantic!" She rolled her eyes, obviously having her own opinion about that. "But...if you don't want to do this right now, I think he'd understand."

I shook my head slowly, fighting back tears.

"I'd talk to him for you," she offered, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Oh, its not that. It's just...it's too much," I sniffed, realising my eyes were pooling with tears. "I knew he was up to something. But I was starting to think he'd had enough of playing families and wanted to go back to the life of a singleton, before he remembered any of us. And...yet, he's been doing all this," I waved my arm around in a big show.

"I know," Ginny smiled. "I suppose that daft brother of mine can be kind of sweet when he wants to be. So...you do want to do this right now?" She asked, her hand squeezing my shoulder. "I'm here to help if you want me to. Either way."

I bit my bottom lip, not even needing a moment to think about it. I felt beyond touched that Ron had planned all this, by himself, with no prompt from me. Simply because he loved me and wanted to promise himself to me all over again, for us to start anew. It was more than I deserved, more than I ever hoped for. So, some personal memories of us hadn't come back for him yet, but did that really matter in the big scheme of things? We were together and we loved one another, he apparently loved me so much he wanted to marry me all over again. I knew my answer.

"Yes," I looked up at Ginny. "I want to do this, right now." I nodded.

She smiled and gave me a quick hug before I began to get ready. After a quick shower to freshen up from a hectic morning at work, Ginny sat me at the dressing table to begin work on my unruly hair. Make up was applied and I finally slipped back into the gown I hadn't worn in over seven years. I was amazed it still fit me so well – especially after giving birth to two children.

"Ron put a charm on it, so it would still fit you no matter what," she explained, smoothing the fabric down. "He thought of everything."

"He really did." I smiled at my reflection in the mirror whilst we fitted my veil on. I was ready. Ready to once again marry my husband and strangely, the same flock of butterflies I'd had in my stomach on that day seven and a half years ago had returned.

Another knock came to the bedroom door as Ginny answered it to our Mother's. Molly handed me a beautiful bouquet of flowers – an exotic mix of the magical and more common Muggle varieties in soft shades of pinks and purples..

"You look beautiful," she smiled, adjusting my veil slightly. "Just as you did the first time you married my youngest son." She was beaming. "I'm so proud of you."

"Be proud of your son. He did all this," I replied, accepting her hug.

"Oh, I am. Whoever thought he was capable of being a hopeless romantic?" She laughed, dabbing at her eyes as she pulled back.

"I'm so happy for you sweetheart. You deserve this happiness after everything you went through." My Mum took her turn in giving me a hug. "And Molly is right, you do look beautiful. Ron is a very lucky man."

"And I hope he knows it!" Ginny added with a laugh.

"I'm sure he does," Molly smiled.

"We should probably get started," Ginny glanced out of the window and then looked back to see if I was ready.

"Good look sweetheart," Mum kissed my cheek and Molly smiled at me, her hand to her chest before they left the bedroom.

"Ready for this?" Ginny asked after they'd closed the door.

I took a deep breath. "Is it silly for me to be so nervous to marry the man I've already been married to for seven years?"

"When you're marrying my idiot brother again all over again? Nah!" Ginny teased and held out her hand to me. "Come on." She tugged on my hand and began to lead me downstairs.

My dad was waiting in the kitchen, dressed in his suit, waiting to give me away once more. "Didn't think I'd get to do this again," he muttered as Ginny slipped outside and left us to it. "Is this really what you want?"

"You asked me that on my original wedding day," I remembered, fondly.

"Just making sure love. Just making sure." He patted my hand where it was looped through the crook of his elbow.

"Yes. I'm sure. Ron is everything to me. You saw how lost I was without him, how life held little meaning for me. He's the only man I have ever loved." I smiled, more sure about this now than ever. The whole thing - him proposing to me again, his speech, the secret plans he'd made, all of it was perfect.

"Then let's get this show on the road," he laughed, using the same words he'd used back then.

Stepping from the kitchen, into our back garden and into the tent, I realised why no one was freezing back here in the late November weather – the tent was charmed to replicate a perfect spring day. Butterflies and flitterbys both fluttered in and out of bushes and around the beautiful flowers arranged everywhere. Folds of soft fabric and pale lilac ribbons bedecked each pole and draped the roof of the tent, softening the effect. Floating magical candles lit up around the room and the soft orange glow from the flitterby's wings gave everywhere a rather ethereal look.

I was slightly stunned by all the guests that were here – all our family, a majority of our friends – including Mr and Mrs Bridges. Even some work colleagues had turned up, including Kingsley who flashed me a somewhat incriminating smile. I wondered briefly if this morning had been nothing but a ruse to get me away from the house so Ron could prepare all this? I highly suspected there had been no 'emergency' at work at all. I couldn't find it in myself to be mad about that though.

By now I wasn't at all surprised to find our own children all dressed up, ready to act as my bridesmaid and pageboy. Rose looked so sweet in a new knee length, lilac dress and Hugo adorable in a miniature version of his Dad's dress robes. Dress robes that he was fussing with.

"You look beautiful Mummy!" Rose beamed up at me, taking her role seriously as she clung to her flowers.

"Thank you sweetheart," I kissed the top of her head. "And you and your brother look lovely too," I smiled, smoothing down Hugo's hair.

He grimaced at me. "This thing scratchy!" He grumbled, pulling at the collar.

"Leave it!" Rose tapped his hand away. "Daddy says we have to wear these to help him marry Mummy!" She scowled at him as Hugo huffed loudly.

"You can get changed later," I promised him. "But, thank you for wearing it for Daddy and I." I cupped his cheek and bent to kiss the top of his head too, earning myself another grumble and huff from the little boy. Apparently weddings were not his idea of fun at all.

Music started then, coming from seemingly nowhere and filling the tent as everyone got to their feet.

"I think that's our cue," I whispered to the children and my father. I took hold of his elbow again as Rose herded her brother into position behind us – obviously she'd listened intently when her role had been explained to her. "Ready?" I asked everyone before we began to head down the aisle.

I looked up after a couple of steps and my eyes fell on Ron waiting at the alter. In that instant, our guests may have disappeared, he was all that existed to me and my eyes were only for him. He stood and turned towards me with a huge grin lighting up his entire face and looking so handsome and debonair in a set of brand new dress robes.

Once I reached his side, my Dad passed me off to him as I handed my flowers to a very happy looking Rose. Ron clasped both of my hands in his and grinned at me, mouthing the words 'so beautiful'. I ran a thumb over his knuckles, a nervous flutter in my belly and a smile so wide I thought my face would ache later. I could barely remember feeling this happy.

I hardly noticed the words the same little wizard who had married us originally was saying. The same small, tufty haired wizard who had conducted all the Weasley weddings, as well all the solemn memorials after the war I remembered with a hint of sadness. Loved ones were still missed – as they always would be. The pair of us gazed into one another's eyes, the world ceasing to exist for us both momentarily, at least until Ron was prompted to speak.

He took a deep breath and squeezed my fingers in his as he gave me a little grin. "Harry reckons you saved us from ourselves countless times as kids. Either because we were just stupidly impulsive or simply because you were more informed than we were. And, I reckon you're still doing that today, saving me I mean. When I saw you seven months ago at that pub in Woldsea, I never imagined you were going to save me in every way that a person could be saved. You gave me back my life, Hermione. You gave me a home, a family, our children and more importantly, your unyielding love. I know some of the past is still hazy for me, but I also know without a doubt that it's with you that I want to spend the rest of my life with. You're the only woman I want to grow old with and watch our children grow. And, I couldn't be more thankful that you never gave up on me and that you followed some crazy notion to find me in that village. I love you Hermione, and I always will."

I blinked away tears at his words, knowing what it had taken for him to admit his most private feelings in front of family and friends. He was a shy man about his emotions usually, saved for personal moments behind closed doors, so I was touched he had opened up in front of everyone, that he'd done it for me. And then I realised that I was expected to speak next and I was nervous – I felt like I was being put on the spot for an exam I hadn't studied for.

"Ron..." I began, nervously. "As you well know, I dislike going into anything unprepared," I earned myself a titter from our guests. "And, this whole event has totally been sprung on me today. But, there's nothing to think about when it comes to the way I feel for you, I know." I smiled at him as he squeezed my fingers reassuringly. "Losing you and those two years we spent apart were easily the worst time I have ever lived through. From being 11 year old kids, you had always been by my side, first as my friend and later as my lover. The loss of you was like a part of myself was missing...I never felt whole. Having you here now, standing before me, proclaiming your love to me again is more than I ever dared to hope for, more than I deserve. I didn't think I would be lucky enough to experience a love so strong twice in my lifetime, but I have, from the same man. I am forever grateful that destiny gave you back to me, gave us a second chance and this time, I have no intention of letting you go. Nothing will ever part us again. I love you Ron. I always have and I always will."

The tiny wizard spoke a few more words, declaring us husband and wife once more and finally Ron leant in to claim my lips in a soft, sweet kiss as some of George's new silent and fire free fireworks exploded above us, showering us in rose petals and heart shaped confetti. Our guests applauded as we parted, grinning at one another, Ron blushing slightly as we made our exit back down the aisle, hand in hand.

Ron tugged me out of the tent, away from prying eyes for a moment and kissed me again, deeper this time, more passionate. "Are you mad?" he asked, eyeing me warily.

"Mad?" I asked, confused. "Not at all." I shook my head. "This has all been beautiful and amazing. You're amazing!" I smiled at him, pulling him back for another kiss.

At that moment we were interrupted by well wishers congratulating us and wanting to give us hugs. Many of them joked about the huge secret Ron had managed to keep for the last couple of weeks as he'd planned all this, whilst our children clamoured around us for attention.

"Mummy, I take this off now?" Hugo was tugging at his robes again.

"I knew he wouldn't keep that on," Ron laughed.

"I did promise, didn't I?" I bent down to him. "Thank you for being a good boy and wearing it for a little while though. You looked very handsome, like your daddy." I smiled, helping him off with it. I was grateful that whoever had dressed him had thought to put his usual clothes on underneath that he was more comfortable in. Rose on the other hand was more than happy to flounce around in her new lilac frilly dress. I don't know where she got her girly tendencies from, but it certainly wasn't her mother!

"Mate!" Harry clapped Ron on the shoulder. "Congratulations," he beamed at us, giving us both tight hugs. "So pleased for you both, you sappy bugger!" he laughed good naturedly, but you could tell by his face how genuinely happy and pleased he really was for his best friends. Harry had suffered almost as much when Ron was missing – missing the young boy who had become his first ever friend and grown into his most trustworthy confidante. To see us all back together was an obvious joy for him.

Ginny, standing beside Harry with Lily in her arms, gave us hugs too. "I can't believe my prat of a brother made me cry!" she sniffed, smiling as she lightly punched her brother's upper arm.

"Yeah, love you too Gin'!" Ron grinned at her, holding tightly onto me. I didn't think he had any intentions of letting me go at all tonight.

"Mummy, what's bugger?" Lily looked up at her parents, innocently. Harry grimaced and tried to make a hasty retreat, muttering something about checking on their boys.

"Oh no you don't, Potter! You explain your bad language to your daughter!" She laughed, passing Lily over and chasing after them.

Ron and I laughed as we watched them leave, before he tugged me into his arms again and claimed my lips for another kiss.

The tent was magically transformed by the time we went back inside – tables and chairs rearranged in clusters and a dance floor cleared in the centre. The food, which I had caught Ron discussing with his mother the weekend before was laid out in a huge spread along a back table, including some donations from other family members as well as Mrs Bridges. I also discovered what they'd been up to in the kitchen at The Burrow a couple of days ago – the children had been helping Molly to decorate the cake.

"I hope you won't be too upset with me for dragging you in to work this morning Hermione." Kingsley Shacklebolt approached us. "Ron insisted it was for a good cause." He laughed uncomfortably.

Ron shrugged. "I needed to get everything ready, Mr Shacklebolt promise to keep you busy for me whilst we set everything up."

"I forgive you," I smiled at the elder man. "I'll forgive people for most things right now though," I confessed. I felt as though I was on cloud nine.

"Good to know." He smirked and left us to it to fill a plate with food.

We laughed and chatted with friends – some of whom hadn't seen Ron since his return. He spun me around the dance floor a few times, until other's cut in or we indulged our children in dances. We filled our belly's with the abundant delicious food and just had a damn good time. In some ways this was even better than our original wedding day – back then I had been somewhat nervous. I was sure about my decision in choosing Ron, but a little worried to begin married life – I didn't want it to change us. Now, I felt more secure in my role as a wife and I knew we would be fine. If we could survive what we'd been though, I knew we could survive anything.

"We should probably get going," Ron checked his watch just before 10pm. I had just been thinking I should get the children to bed – they were both flagging now, Hugo napping already on his Nana's lap.

"Going? Where?" I frowned at him.

He grinned. "Our second honeymoon." He flashed his eyebrows.

"Honeymoon? But, we can't go away. The children, I have work and..."

"All taken care of love." He pressed a kiss to the side of my head. "The children are staying with Mum for a few days and I cleared you some time off work."

"Ron," I sighed. "It's a lovely idea, but...we're so busy at work right now and I've had so much time off this year already, I..."

"Kingsley insisted!" He assured me. "He says we deserve it. Besides, why do you think he's had you working extra hours this last week? So you could get ahead in your work. Come on, we have a whole week. I thought we could spend a few days alone and then come pick up the kids and take them away somewhere too?" He suggested.

I smiled, knowing I was going to give in to him as my arguments all but deflated. "I suppose you have our bags packed and everything as well, right?"

He nodded, a smug grin on his face.

I laughed, shaking my head – I liked these new changes in Ron. "Then, yes. I think we should be going," I agreed with him as he took my hand.

We said quick goodbyes to our family and friends, thanked them all for coming and helping make this day perfect. I kissed my sleepy children goodnight, promising to see them in a few days and do some fun things together. Molly assured me they'd have plenty of fun with her at The Burrow and not to worry about them.

After a quick change of clothes, Ron grabbed our already packed bags and we disapparated away for our second honeymoon. After buying our house together, we hadn't had much money for our first honeymoon, so it had been spent in France, staying in a guest house that belonged to Fleur's family they had let us borrow. I hadn't a clue where we were heading now, I just clung to Ron and let him lead the way.

It was with a pleasant surprise to find ourselves at the hotel in Scotland, the same hotel where we had rekindled our marriage just a few short months ago. After he checked us in and we made our way to our room – the same room we'd stayed in before, I marvelled at how far we'd come in such a short space of time. Back then I wondered if I would ever really get my husband back – and now look at us!

I'm not ashamed to admit we didn't make it much further than the bed. Our bags had been dumped by the door as he gave me a smile filled with all sorts of naughty promises, promises I was eager for him to fulfil. The kiss was deep, intense and hungry as we wrapped ourselves in one another on the bed. Hands began to caress one another, searching out buttons and zippers on clothing in haste. My kisses tumbled from his lips to kiss along his strong jawline and on down his neck.

"Hermione," Ron sighed my name.

"Ron," I replied, my fingers finally finding the buttons on his shirt and popping them open.

"Hermione...wait," he murmured, trying to back away from me. I pouted and reached for him again – we hadn't had much time for one another this last week and I hungered for him. He sighed as I pressed my lips against his chest. "No...wait. I need to tell you...something," he murmured, fighting back my advances.

"Tell me later," I mumbled, my lips on his hot skin.

"I need to tell you now. Please?" He gasped and took hold of my hand that was making progress on those blasted buttons.

"What is it?" I looked up at him impatiently.

He smiled and kissed the fingers of my hand he was still holding. "I remember." He then told me shyly.

"You remember what?" I asked, intrigued. Was it possible this day had stirred up old memories from our original wedding day?

He dipped his head and gave a slight shrug of one shoulder. "Everything." He then confessed and raised his eyes slowly to meet mine.

"Everything?" I gaped at him as he nodded. "How?" I sat upright on the bed, accidentally knocking him away from me. "When? How?" I asked again, becoming more animated with each question. I was utterly flummoxed by this, almost lost for words.

Ron gave a soft little chuckle. "I've been remembering stuff the past couple of weeks, whilst I was planning all this." He admitted. "I remember our first kiss, in the middle of battle, and Harry rudely interrupting a kiss that had been years in the making. I knew there was a possibility we might not make it through that night and I wasn't planning on going without at least kissing you, so when you pounced on me..." he grinned wryly at me.

"I did not pounce," I feebly protested. "I...I...hmm," I sighed, realising he was probably right – I had sort of leapt on him, feeling the same way he had about taking the chance whilst we could.

"I remember the first time we had sex," he whispered against my ear, tugging me into his arms to rest against his chest.

"Really?" I wondered.

He nodded and kissed my temple. "We were at your parents house. You were home for Christmas from school and it was Boxing Day. Your parents had gone to take your Great Aunt home, they got delayed and you invited me up to your bedroom," he winked.

I stared at him, amazed. "You do remember!" I gasped.

"I also remember you panicking and scrambling to get our clothes back on before we got caught!" He laughed and I joined in with him. "I remember a few...playful times in that store room at the shop too," he chuckled again as I blushed.

"Could have done without you remembering those," I muttered, mortified he'd mentioned them. At the time we'd been young and finding it hard to find any privacy, plus this whole sexual contact was rather new and exciting to us at the time.

He smirked and kissed my temple. "You are beautiful when you blush," he murmured. "Which reminds me of our meet ups during your Hogsmeade visits when I could get a day off from Auror training...and the fact we'd be missing for hours." He flashed his eyebrows at me suggestively.

I thought back to those days myself, cringing at one particular memory – a time when Harry and Ginny had come looking for us and caught us in a rather...embarrassing predicament. Trust him to be remembering all our sexual encounters!

"I can remember moving into that flat with Harry, and how we drove him crazy with you staying over so much once you graduated. Me finally finishing Auror training and you being so proud of me. And then, the day I finally proposed to you. I remember being so pissed that Harry had beat me to it and asked Ginny first! I'd carried a ring around for months, trying to get up the courage to ask you and then he bloody well swooped in and stole my moment. I had to wait even longer then, otherwise I thought you'd think I was just copying him."

"You never told me that before," I looked up at him.

He shrugged. "Still, we beat them to our actual wedding day, didn't we?" He asked, proudly. "And, you looked so beautiful on that day, just as beautiful as you did today." He kissed my lips softly.

"You really remember everything?" I whispered softly, taking his hand and twirling the wedding band on his finger.

"Everything," he nodded. "Our very long and satisfying wedding night," he smirked. "How I felt when you told me I was going to become a father for the first time and how I went into a panic!" He laughed at himself. "The drama and then complete elation when Rose was finally born, you had a long labour," he clarified. "Finding out we were expecting Hugo just days before Harry and Ginny announced she was pregnant again. Every significant moment from our life together. It's all back." He whispered before kissing me.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I wondered, looking up to meet his eyes.

He shrugged one shoulder, giving me an impish smile. "At first it was all coming back very slowly, a few snatches here and there and I wanted to get things straight, so I could surprise you. But, a couple of days ago a flood of memories began. I don't know why or how, but it was like a door was suddenly opened and all those missing pieces tumbled out again, falling back into place in my head. Maybe it was my planning this renewal ceremony...I don't know. But, you can't begin to understand how glad I am or how precious all those memories are to me."

"As they are to me," I flung my arms around him, holding him tight, tears sliding down my cheeks in happiness. I felt so overwhelmed with it all – everything I had been wishing for, my husband back, memory complete. "I love you," I pulled back to kiss him. "I love you so fucking much!" I shouted and kissed him again, more forcefully.

"Did you just swear?" he asked, teasing me, hands rubbing up and down my back as he smiled against my head.

"Oh shush!" I told him, pulling him into my arms again. "You're back, aren't you? I really have all of my husband back?" I murmured into his neck.

"You have me Hermione. You'll always have me. I love you too, and I always will." He promised me with a soft kiss. "Nothing will ever separate us again, because I know now that my soul will always recognise yours, we'll always find one another eventually. We're bound together, forever more."

"Just as we should be," I sighed, our lips meeting in a soft kiss full of love and promise.

The End

I did warn you about the excess of fluff and sap! I think after the last two years they've had, they bloody well deserve it though!

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