Epilogue
"Fred Weasley it's your turn to get up!" Hermione Weasley pushed her husband out of bed, pointing at the other side of their room where a crying infant was waiting her parents. Fred, grumbling about giving a man his rest, made his way over to the cot.
"Hello grumpy guts, what's up with you tonight? Only I'm meant to keep mummy up all night." The little girl sneezed and covered Fred's hand in snot. He grimaced. "Lovely." He wiped his hand clean and settled into the rocking chair they kept next to the crib. Ten minutes later and their daughter was fast asleep again. He gently placed her into the crib and crawled back into bed with Hermione. She turned to face him.
"I did warn you about the sleepless nights." She whispered. He held an arm out and she snuggled up closer to him.
"I thought you meant women were more attracted to their husbands after childbirth." He moaned jokingly, kissing her nose.
She giggled and wriggled a little bit closer, tucking a leg in-between his and looping her arm around his waist. "Oh well I didn't mean that I'm afraid. As true as it may be." She smirked up at him in the dark as his eyebrows rose suggestively.
"Oh really?" He whispered, looping his own arm around her waist. She giggled again and nodded. "Well my darling wife," he trailed a finger up and down her arm making her sigh and relax into him, "that is something I plan to be taking full advantage of."
She beamed at him. "I was hoping so. But now, we need sleep before she wakes up again." She kissed Fred softly, savouring the taste of his warm lips on hers and sighing contentedly. "I love you Fred Weasley."
He kissed her forehead and brushed a stray strand of her from her face. "I love you too Hermione Weasley."