A/N: Well, this is it. The Epilogue. Once again I want to thank all you people who have followed this story so faithfully. I really did not expect such a big turn out in reviews. I'm sad this is the last of the Color Series but who knows? We may see Angela Barry again sometime in the future.

Epilogue

We had a double wedding the following spring; Hermione positively glowed in her wedding gown. Ron's ears turned bright pink when he saw her coming up the aisle, but he had the widest smile I had ever seen on his face. Ginny and I had gushed over Hermione as we helped her get ready. She had never been noticeably attractive, but today, with love shining like an aura around her, she looked absolutely breathtaking.

Her hair was down, and although it was still bushy, we had brushed it until it shone golden. She wore a small circlet of wildflowers around her head, and her sleeveless gown was simple white but elegant. It was straight all the way down until it trailed about half a foot behind her and she wore no veil. In her hands she held a bouquet of wildflowers to match the ones in her hair. More than one guest caught their breath when she began walking down to meet her soon-to-be husband.

I don't think I looked half as beautiful as Hermione, but she and Ginny were quick to disagree. My caramel colored hair was done up in an elegant twist. A small tiara rested in front of it. The dress I wore was formfitting at the top but once it reached my waist it flared out like a fountain around me. It had elegant swirls embroidered from the hem of the skirt up until it reached the center at a point. I wore gloves up to my elbows and carried a dozen roses which were enchanted to look silver. My locket lay on my chest, my one piece of jewelry besides the tiara.

I wondered anxiously for a while if George would think I looked beautiful. He had never said anything like that during the entire five years I knew him. But I needn't have worried. As soon as I started walking down the aisle, his face lit up like the sun and his expression was so full of love my throat constricted and tears gathered in my eyes.

As I took his hand and faced the old wizard that had presided over Bill and Fleur's wedding, I thought over our conversation the day before, after the rehearsal dinner. We were sitting on the sofa, his arm around me and my head resting about his beating heart. He was playing with my hair and I was ready for a peaceful time together before Molly whisked us off to our rooms. But then George asked a question.

"Why me?"

I straightened, looking at him in surprise. "Why you?" I asked, confused.

"Yes," his face was serious. "Why did you choose me?"

My face softened. Reaching up I stroked his cheek gently. I had not known what to say exactly. How could I tell him that I felt such a peace when I was around him? What words could I find to describe the strange yet wonderful sensation I felt flow through me when he looked at me with that expression full of love?

What could I say to convey how I loved the way he always encouraged me, the way he comforted me, the way he forgave me? His touch sent shivers up my spine; his tender glances sent the sides of my mouth curling in a smile; his kisses ignited a burning flame inside my chest, the one fire I did not shy away from. How could I express that?

How could I explain the amazing way his loyalty to me stirred my soul? He had waited five years for me to come around. What kind of man waits five years for a girl to notice him? He never gave up on me. He had explained to me why he had distanced himself from me the past year and it made complete sense to me. His loyalty to his brother forbade him to tell me his true feelings. He thought of his brother before himself and I loved that. He was selfless.

But how was I to explain all this to him? He was waiting patiently for an answer. I finally came up with the words.

"Because you are George Weasley; and I love everything about you."

He had smiled at me then, the same smile he was giving me now. His grip around my hand tightened and I mouthed "I love you" to him. His smile widened and his face glowed. I gave a quiet laugh; I don't think I had ever been this happy in my entire life.

"I now pronounce you bonded for life," the old wizard said.

Ron and Hermione leaned towards each other, but George picked me up by the waist and spun me around before setting me down and kissing my smiling mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck to thunderous applause. We pulled away and I looked over to Ron and Hermione who were grinning broadly. George brushed his lips across my forehead.

"'Bonded for life,'" he whispered. "I can't tell you how long I've waited to hear those words."

I smiled and ran my fingers lightly over the two bands that now graced my left ring finger. The diamond on the bottom one was small, but it shone brighter than a thousand large stones. "That's us George, bonded for life."

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We moved into George's apartment above the shop. He carried me bridal-style over the threshold. I couldn't help giggling. Grinning impishly he took me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. I gave a small shriek as I bounced once and almost fell off. Lying down next to me he took my face in his hands and began placing little kisses everywhere on my face.

Then followed a night of passion that filled me up so much with love and adoration for my new husband that I thought I would overflow with joy and happiness. There is something about one's wedding night that completes something in you. George and I became one that night and the experience was like nothing I had ever dreamed.

It was until the wee hours of the morning when we rested. I snuggled up closer to George and nestled my head onto his shoulder, my hand placed lightly on his exposed chest. He played with my hair and rubbed my bare shoulder and I sighed. The sun was rising and little beams of golden sunlight filtered in through the shuttered windows.

"Well," George said quietly, "that exceeded my expectations."

There was a smile in his voice. I laughed breathily. I moved my hand slowly in small circles on his chest. He kissed my forehead.

"I'm glad you approve," I said, bring up my other hand to punch him in the stomach lightly.

"Let's name our first son Fred," George said abruptly.

I was surprised but I found I could not argue. Naming our son Fred was a fine idea.

"As long as we can name our first daughter Katherine," I said. It was my mother's name.

George gathered me closer in his arms and I looked up at him. He gently kissed my forehead, my nose, and then my mouth, staying there a moment. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, not recoiling when I brushed against the dark hole where his left ear should have been. George finally pulled away and smiled.

"It's a deal then."

I smiled back and kissed his chest, breathing in his scent deeply. The sun had risen in the dawn of a new day and for the first time it rose to my heart singing joyfully. The room was bathed in gold and it seemed to me that the birds outside were welcoming our new beginning. Together.

A/N: So, that's the end. I'm so glad you all liked it so well. I was really inspired and to be able to bless so many people with my writing is really a blessing to me. I don't think I could ever tire from it. So, "See you in another life, eh brothah?"