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Until the End of Time

Hermione ran her fingers thought the ginger hair of her sleeping daughter and nephew.

They had fallen asleep, heads in her lap, after she finished reading them their favourite

story.

Harry and Ron came back inside, talking loudly.

"Be quiet. They're sleeping," Hermione said.

"Sorry," they both said.

Harry came over and picked up his son.

"I'm taking him to bed, then I'm going to hit the sack myself," Harry said. "Goodnight

guys."

"Goodnight," they replied.

Ron sat down next to Hermione, and looked down at Mia.

"She's an amazing kid," Ron said.

"I know," Hermione smiled.

"You did a good job with her 'Mione."

"Thank you," she said. "Ron," she said suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"What have you been doing for the past five years?"

"Not much, really. I worked in a restaurant, lived in a small apartment. I didn't really

know what to do with my life, mostly because I couldn't remember anything about

myself."
"Did you make any new friends, meet anyone?" Hermione asked carefully.

"Yeah, I made a few friends. And I met this really nice woman, Danielle."

Hermione didn't want to hear anything about Danielle. Why did she open her mouth in

the first place? Perhaps to prove herself right, prove she wasn't the one Ron wanted to be

with.

Mia was starting to move a bit in her mother's lap, so Hermione took Mia in her arms and

got up, happy for a reason to leave.

"I think it's time to put her to bed," she said.

"Mommy?" Mia said, opening her eyes.

"Yeah baby. I'm here."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm bringing you to bed," Hermione said, kissing her forehead.

"Can you tuck me in?" Mia asked. "And Daddy too?"

"Sure we can," Ron said.

Ron followed Hermione up the stairs and into Mia's room. Hermione put Mia down

gently into her bed, and brought over her favourite blanket.

Hermione tucked Mia in from one side, and Ron did the same from the other.

"Goodnight baby," Hermione whispered.

"Love you, Mommy."

"I love you more," Hermione smiled.

Mia laughed. "Daddy," she said.

"You're going to be here when I wake up, right?"

"That's right," he said.

"Good," Mia said. "Love you too, Daddy."

"Right back at you Mia," he smiled.

Ron and Hermione walked back downstairs and into the kitchen.

"What's the deal with you and Daniel?" Ron asked suddenly.

"There is no me and Daniel," Hermione said, getting uncomfortable.

"There was though, wasn't there?" he asked.

"Not really," Hermione said. Your mum introduced us and we became friends. Let me

rephrase that, he became my friend. Apparently I became more than that to him. One day

he told me he really liked me, but I told him that we were only friends. I thought he's

given up, you know, that we would just be friends, but that wasn't the case. A few

months later he asked me to marry him, a lot of people thought I should, myself not being

one of them. Still, I didn't tell him no right away. I told him to give me time, because so

many people thought we'd be good together. I thought maybe I could be happy with him,

if I tried. I knew I couldn't marry him, though. I didn't love him. End of story,"

Hermione said, pouring water into the kettle, her back facing Ron.

Ron came up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Why don't we start a new story then?" he said.

Hermione's heart started to beat faster. 'Maybe he does want me,' she thought to herself.

'He's just pretending,' the other part of her argued.

"We don't have to start a new story," Hermione said, trying to sound calm, not turning

around.

"You're right. We don't have to start a new story, just a new chapter. We can pick up

where we left off five years ago."

"Please just stop," Hermione said.

"Stop what?"

"Please don't touch me," she said with a shaky voice.

"Mione, what did I do wrong? Look at me please."

Hermione still refused to turn around.

"I understand that you probably feel guilty about not being there for me when I was

pregnant, and missing out on Mia's life. But that doesn't mean that you have to be with

me, okay? You don't have to pretend like you remember because you feel like you owe

me. As much as I love you and want to be with you, I don't want someone who doesn't

want me," she said quietly.

"Why are you assuming that I don't want you? That I don't remember? I'm telling you

that I do. When you were telling me about everything that had happened, I started to

remember some things. Then I saw Mia, and everything came back to me; everything,"

he said, taking hold of one of her hands.

Hermione could hardly speak. "Prove it. Tell me something that only you could

remember about me, something only you would know."

"I can prove it easily. Don't think I'm a pervert, but I remember every inch of you. I

remember that night; our night."

"Oh you do, do you?" Hermione asked nervously.

"I do. I remember that you have a beauty mark directly below your right shoulder blade. I

remember that you have a birth mark shaped like a heart on your lower back," he said,

lifting up the back of her shirt. "Here and here," he said, tracing each spot with his

fingers.

Hermione shivered at his touch.

"Do you know what else I remember?"

"What?" she whispered.

"The morning after we were together," Ron said.

Hermione finally turned around to face him.

"I told you that no matter how crazy we made each other or how many arguments we

had, I would love you forever, until the end of time. Nothing and nobody would be able

to change that," Ron said, looking into her eyes.

Hermione knew that she had tears rolling down her face, but she didn't care at the

moment.

"You believe me now?" Ron asked her.

Hermione bit her lip and nodded her head.

"I promise you, this is where I want to be. You're the one I want to be with. It's always

been you, 'Mione. It'll only ever be you," he said, leaning down, kissing her softly.

"This is turning out to be a big mush-fest isn't it?" Hermione smiled. "I love you, you

know that? I never stopped," she whispered.

"I love you too," he replied. "Forever."

After this, the pair sat in comfortable quiet, drinking their tea.

"So, how was it with Mia and your nephew today?" Hermione asked, breaking the

silence.

"It was great," he said, smiling. "You have no idea how much those kids love you… Mia

is practically a clone of you, and my nephew reminds me a bit of myself. But that's

probably because Harry, Ginny and I are quite alike."

Hermione laughed a little bit.

"Thank you," Ron said.

"For what?"

"For raising Mia so well. And thank you for telling her about me, even when I was gone,"

Ron said quietly, almost shyly.

"You're her dad. I wanted her to know about you. You're half the reason she's here, you

know?" Hermione smiled.

"Either way, thank you," Ron said.

"You're welcome," she replied.

"One more thing," Ron said.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for saying no to Daniel," he told her.

Hermione grinned. "What can I say? No matter how mental you make me sometimes,

you're it for me."

"This is really happening," Ron said. "This is our time. We're going to do this right,

'Mione."

"No objections here," she said, smiling.