Here's the last chapter! Hope you enjoy it, and please remember to reveiw, regardless of what you thought. Constructive criticism is, after all, just as helpful as praise!

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Rose sat down on the cream leather sofa beside her mother, and Ron settled himself into a matching leather arm chair with Hughey in his lap.

"Well, let's see" Hermione began," I think that I was in love with your father long before he fell in love with me, during our fourth year..."

"No way, are you serious?" Ron exclaimed," Well it guess it doesn't matter really, as we started going out in sixth year. What's wrong Hermione?" he asked all of a sudden.

For Hermione now looked as if she had been punched in the stomach. She said, "Ron, we weren't going out in sixth year, we weren't even considering it in sixth year!"

"Are you sure? 'Cause I seem to remember that we both had very complicated love lives that year…"

"Yes! We did! But not with each other!! I went out with McLaggen, remember him? Tall, stocky, he was the Gryffindor keeper when you got poisoned?"

"Who?" asked Ron.

"I'm hungwy, awe the cookies done?" asked Hughey

"You never mentioned a McLaggen! You don't still love him, do you?" asked Rose.

"I want COOKIES" shouted Hughey.

"TOO BAD!" shouted Rose.

"STOW IT!" shouted Ron.

Hermione sighed, and then answered everything in the order it had been asked, "Ron, Mclaggen was the keeper who grabbed a beaters club in the middle of a match and hit Harry in the head with a bludger, Hughey there are ten minutes left before the cookies will be done, Rose, I do not now, nor did I ever love McLaggen, and Ron, don't use language like 'stow it' in front of the kids."

The three Weasleys who were addressed let out a simultaneous "Oh" and allowed Hermione to continue.

"Back to sixth year Ron, you went out with that bubble brain Lavender Brown."

Ron frowned slightly, "Didn't I go out with her in fourth year?"

"NO! You didn't go out with anybody fourth year. Don't you remember? You were mad that someone had asked me to the Yule Ball before anyone had asked you."

"Didn't I end up going with that gorgeous Patil girl? What was her name…Pansy? No… it was Priya, wasn't it."

"Padma, actually Ron." Hermione couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of gladness that Ron had forgotten the girl's name. It proved that even in fourth year, Ron had paid more attention to Hermione than to other girls, no matter how pretty they were."

"Oh. Anyways, you were saying something about how we didn't get off in sixth year?"

"Ron, we didn't even get along for most of sixth year. We fell in love the year after."

"Oh come off, Mione, we weren't in school the year after that, and I'm positive that our first kiss was at Hogwarts."

Hermione groaned, and actually sounded rather hysterical when she said, "That was because we were looking for the horcru…er…diadem at Hogwarts! Oh, how could you forget, Ron!" Here, a tear rolled down Hermione's cheek. How could Ron say he loved her, and not remember this?

"Mommy, why awe you cwying?" asked innocent little Hughey. He and Ron both rose out of the cream leather armchair to comfort Hermione.

Hughey hugged her knee, as that was the highest part of her he could reach, and Ron gently lifted Hermione up off of the couch and put his hands on her shoulders.

"It was the day of the final battle." said Ron in a quiet voice, "We had just gotten back from the Chamber of Secrets, where we had gone to get basilisk fangs to destroy the Hufflepuff cup and the rest of Voldemort's things, when we found Harry. Then I said something about how we needed to get the house elves out because it would be cruel to order them to die for us, and that's when you…"

But he was interrupted by the real Hermione sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him full on the mouth. It was just like before, the only way an onlooker would be able to tell that they were any older than they had been the first time would be that Hermione was now slightly taller, and that she now wore a shining diamond and ruby ring on her finger. They swayed slowly, and Ron smiled slightly in the kiss because Hermione tasted suspiciously of cookie dough. "How could you ever think, even for a moment, that I'd forgotten?" Ron whispered softly to her. She had just opened her mouth to reply, when they both heard a loud…

"OI! There are guests waiting to be greeted here!"

Startled, both Ron and Hermione broke apart. Since they were looking over each other's shoulders in opposite directions, they each saw different things. Hermione saw a grinning Harry, Ginny, James, Lily, and Albus standing by their open front door, and Ron saw Hughey pretending to gag at the sight of his parents kissing, and Rose sitting in the family room and scribbling frantically in her little notebook, apparently writing down everything that had just happened between her parents. Ron raised an eyebrow at her, and wondered for the second time that day whether or not his child was mentally sound.

"Hey Harry" Ron began, turning to face his guests, "How's…"

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The oven beeped loudly, and Rose and Hughey froze. They looked at each other, shouted, "COOKIES" in unison, and scrambled into the kitchen.

James, Lily and Albus quickly caught on and followed them in, cursing themselves for not acting faster, which left the boring old parents standing alone in the hallway.

Ron and Hermione were feeling rather awkward about how Harry and Ginny had found them, but they needn't have bothered really. Harry simply grinned at them and said, "Cookies, eh? Well then why in the name of Merlin aren't we in the kitchen yet?"

And the two couples walked arm in arm to the kitchen, and retrieved the much awaited chocolate chip cookies, smiling all the way.

THE END