The plane was going down and there was the possibility that the Mom and two kids with her were about to perish. Sure enough, for the twentieth time, the plane crashed into the ocean. Moments passed before the three passengers from the plane broke through the water of the ocean.

"We're dead. We're dead. We survived it but we're still dead," the son repeated on the screen.

Ron looked down and his kids were finally crashed out. Rose was asleep on Hermione's shoulder, her auburn friz like her mother's hair spread everywhere. And Hugo was asleep as well, his legs splayed across his long ones too.

Ron reached for the remote control and tapped his wand to it. The sounds level dropped to almost a whisper in the room. He turned and saw his wife reading a book while cradling their oldest in their arms. Rose was lightly snoring, just like her mum does after a particularly exhausting day. And Hugo, his son, the one he didn't realize he truly wanted, was spread out, all legs and arms, reminding him of how he was at age 5.

At least he wasn't traumatized about spiders.

"Hermione," Ron muttered now that the room was considerably less noisy.

"Hmm," she replied, her eyes still glued to her book.

"We got it pretty good, I reckon."

"We do."

"You'd think we'd be here now, after that first night at Bill's house?"

Hermione inserted the bookmark into her reading material and closed the book. She gently laid it on the table next to the couch before adjusting her daughter on her shoulder.

Ron knew she was taking her time to answer. The intervening years had given them lessons in patience, to wait for the other to speak, or to have time to figure out what they wanted to say without hurting the other.

"I didn't expect to live past the time at Malfoy Manor, honestly. But when I heard your voice pulling me out of the dark, and wanting to wake to see you again, everything else has been just splendid."

"Really?"

Hermione shifted so Rose could slumber on her shoulder but she had the arm to support her back. "I'm not ignoring the problems we've had, or the rows that hurt terribly, or the times we've been apart. I'm also not forgetting how hard it was our first couple of years of marriage. But this," Hermione waved her hand gently over the two sleeping kids between them, "this is worth everything we've gone through."

"You'd have not changed anything?" Ron reached his arm across the back of the couch to rest a hand on his wife's shoulder. She rested her cheek on his hand for a moment.

"What's the point of questioning it? I've got no regrets, even with everything we've gone through."

Hermione ran her hand gently up and down her daughter's back, feeling her settle down under her comforting touch. "Would you want different children than what we have now? Because that is what we'd have if we changed anything. We'd have different kids and maybe an entirely different life. So no, I don't question what we've been through. These two we have make it all worth it."

"Even the long hours at the office and the weekends I'm away for George?"

Hermione looked at her husband and smiled. "Yes, it's all worth it. Everything we do for our kids and the kids of everyone else make it worth it. Kids getting to grow up innocent and free of fear, mostly, make it worth it."

Hermione shifted and moved Rose to her shoulder. "I'll snuggle with you once I put the kids in bed."

Ron reached out his hand for her other one, gripping it tightly before she turned and trudged up the stairs with her sleeping daughter on her hip. Once she disappeared, Ron looked down at the sleeping son of his still sprawled across his legs.

"Ya know, you gotta a pretty smart mummy. Yes you do. Maybe someday you'll meet a girl just like her and not hate her too bad, at first."

Hugo continued to snore lightly while the movie kept playing on the telly.