This is it guys. This is the last chapter. Thanks for all your reviews and support. I really
have appreciated it. Some people have asked me if I have any other fics. I have another
Harry Potter, and two wrestling ones, if anyone wants to read. The wrestling ones are a
bit more mature. Anyways, thanks for sticking with me. I hope you've enjoyed the story.
Together
2 Weeks Later…
"Ron Weasley, you bring her back down here right now," Hermione shouted.
"Don't you trust me with my own daughter?" he laughed.
"Don't give me that. You're just trying to make me feel bad. Just bring her back down,"
she insisted.
"She's fine 'Mione. I've got her," he told her.
"I do not care if you've got her. She's four years old. I don't want her flying around on a
broomstick," she said.
"Come get her, then," Ron teased.
"Fine," Hermione said, grabbing Harry's broom.
Ron laughed. "You're great at practically everything, but from what I remember, flying is
definitely not your strong suit. Do you actually think you're going to catch me?" he
asked.
"She is going to catch you, Daddy. She's good at everything," Mia said knowingly.
"Thank you baby," Hermione said, starting to chase Ron and Mia.
Harry and little Ron stood on the ground laughing.
Ron veered to the right, trying to confuse Hermione, but it didn't work.
Hermione sped up on the broom, and before Ron knew what was going on, she was right
in front of him. He stopped his broom and Hermione smirked at him.
"How did you-"
"Obviously I got better at flying," Hermione laughed.
"I guess so," Ron admitted.
"I told you she was good at everything," Mia repeated.
"I really should know that by now," Ron muttered.
"Now, are you going to bring her back down, or should I?" Hermione asked.
"I'll do it," he said.
Hermione followed Ron and Mia back down to the ground.
"Don't be mad at Daddy, okay? I had fun," Mia told Hermione.
"Don't worry, I'm not mad," Hermione said. "I just need to talk to him in private for a
minute," she said, pulling Ron aside.
"You know I wouldn't let anything happen to her, right?" Ron asked.
"I do know that, but that doesn't make me worry any less. She's ours, but you've got to
understand that she's my baby and I worry about her all the time. Please just keep her on
the ground, okay?" Hermione said.
"I can do that," Ron told her.
"Thank you."
"You've got to admit that you had fun up there, though," Ron said.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" she grinned.
"Stubborn woman," Ron laughed.
Hermione walked away smiling. "Come on you two," she said to Mia and her nephew.
"Grandma's waiting for you. You're making cookies, remember?"
"Are Daddy and Uncle Harry going to make cookies too?" Mia asked.
"No Mia. Me and Uncle Harry have to fix something out here," Ron said, clearly lying.
"You're a stubborn man," Hermione called out, laughing.
"I know you don't really have to fix anything. You're just lying because you don't want
to make cookies," Mia said knowingly.
Hermione grinned at her daughter.
"If you and Uncle Harry don't come, we won't go either. Then there won't be any
cookies to eat."
"You tell him Mia," Hermione chuckled.
"A stubborn man and a stubborn woman apparently make a stubborn child," Ron
smirked, scooping Mia up. "Let's go make some cookies, then," he told Mia, just as he
lifted his nephew onto his back.
Harry and Hermione took their time following Ron and the kids back to the house.
"It's really good to see you this happy again," Harry told her.
Hermione smiled. "I've got everything I want now," she said.
"Well, you will soon enough," Harry said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked.
"You'll find out later," he grinned, racing ahead.
1 Hour Later…
"Ron, no. Stop. Don't you dare!" Hermione squealed, running away from him.
"You just did the same thing to me," Ron laughed, chasing her across the kitchen with the
remaining cookie batter.
"It was an accident," she insisted.
Harry, little Ron, Mia, and Mrs. Weasley all watched Ron and Hermione, laughing
heartily at the sight of them.
"Too bad," Ron said, catching up to her, pouring the batter over her head.
"Uggh," Hermione moaned. "Look what you did, Ron. You are so immature," she
complained.
"Okay, okay. Stop your whining," Ron laughed.
All of a sudden a loud thump was heard. There was an owl at the window.
Harry knew what the owl was bringing, so he ushered everyone who wasn't Ron and
Hermione, out of the room.
Ron opened the window, and took the paper the owl was carrying.
"What is that?" Hermione asked.
"Hold your horses," Ron said. "Let's clean you up first."
He grabbed his wand, and instantaneously, Hermione was batter-free.
"That's better," she said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Ron laughed.
He grabbed a quill and quickly signed the mystery paper.
"What is that?" Hermione asked again.
"Something I really want you to sign," he said.
Hermione read the sheets and smiled.
"We never did get the chance to do this five years ago. Better late than never, though,
right?"
Hermione nodded her head as she signed the papers.
"I guess it's finally official then," she send, sending the owl off with the signed papers.
"Now you're stuck with me forever," Ron laughed.
"I don't know if I can handle that," Hermione grinned.
"You're happy right?" Ron asked suddenly, sounding more serious. "I know that wasn't
the greatest, fanciest way to do it, but I remember you said once, you wanted it simple
and private. And let's be honest, I don't know how much longer I could have waited to
do that. A ceremony takes a long time to plan. And-"
"Oh Shut up, Ron," she laughed. "I wouldn't have signed that paper if I wasn't," she told
him. "I'm probably a bit crazy because of you, but I'm happy," she said.
"Good," he said.
Hermione burst out laughing suddenly.
"What?" Ron asked.
"We're a hundred percent married now," she giggled, as she jumped into his arms,
kissing him like crazy.
"Are you trying to kill me 'Mione?" Ron laughed.
"Why, am I leaving you breathless?" she grinned.
"Yeah, something like that."
"What are you doing?" Mia asked, walking back into the kitchen.
"Put me down now," Hermione whispered to Ron, who was already laughing.
"Your dad was just helping me clean off the cookie batter," Hermione said, trying to keep
a straight face.
"You guys are acting funny," Mia said.
"You think we're funny, huh?" Hermione asked her daughter.
Mia nodded.
"What about this?" Hermione asked, tickling her daughter. "Is this funny too?"
Mia shrieked with laughter, running towards Ron.
Ron picked her up and kissed her forehead.
"Somebody's ticklish," Hermione said, walking over to Ron and Mia.
"No more tickling, mommy," Mia laughed.
"What am I going to get if I stop?" Hermione teased.
"A big, big hug from me and Daddy," Mia said enthusiastically.
"I think I like deal," Hermione said, walking into the outstretched arms of Ron and Mia.
"You know what?" Mia said.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"This is my favourite place in the world," Mia said. "With you and Daddy."
Hermione looked from her daughter, to Ron, with a big smile on her face.
"Mine too," she said.
"I think I've got the two best girls in the world here with me right now. This is definitely
my favourite place," Ron said, staring at Mia and Hermione.
At age twenty-two, with a four year old daughter, Ron and Hermione finally got it right.
They finally had their chance; finally had each other.
End!