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Updated 1/22/2021
Chapter Seventeen
The Hospital
She could hear beeping. Her whole body felt heavy and all she wanted to do was continue to sleep … but that beeping sound was really annoying and she was just awake enough where it kept her from going back to sleep. She tried to open her eyes but they were really heavy. It was exhausting trying to open her eyes but she kept trying to do it long after the annoying beeping sound stop … she was too stubborn to let her eye lids beat her. When she finally got her eyes open all she could really see were the colors white and red. It was a weird combination but there was only one thing that red could be, she would know that shade anywhere, it was Ron; she was safe here – wherever here was.
She blinked a few times to try a get her bearing and after a moment she noticed that she was in a hospital room that was white and plain. She turned her head to the left, that's where the comforting red shade came from, and Ron was sitting there next to her. He was leaning back in his chair sleeping and he was holding her hand. Sitting next to him with his head resting by her knee was Ari, his hair a little darker, browner and wavier than his father's but otherwise the spitting image of him. She smiled at the two of them, at least she tried to smile but she found it difficult to mover her mouth, she was quite content to just lay there with them in peace like this.
She tried to move her hands, she wanted to reach out to her son, but her hand seemed to be weighed down my something. So she turned her head to see what it was, the act took more time than usually but she could tell she was getting stronger the longer she was awake. When she got half way there she noticed that her other hand was being held, so she wasn't surprised when she found that Harry was sitting there holding both her hand and his wife in his other arm. She smiled again, this time almost managing to make it real; it was good to see they were okay.
"I've been waiting for you to wake up for so long, and you're not even looking at me when you do," Ron said grumbling.
Hermione caught her breath, her heart beat painfully in her chest and she turned as fast as she could (which was really slow) to face him. "I …" Hermione tried to say but her throat was soar and it took a lot to try to speak.
"It's okay love … don't strain yourself," Ron said looking straight in her eyes putting one of his hands in her hair.
"I looked at … you first," Hermione choked out, drawing strength from him (at least she felt stronger after she looked in his eyes). "It's … not my … fault you were … sleeping … at the time … love."
"I'll try not to sleep the next time then," Ron smiled.
"What happened?" Hermione asked. "The last thing … I remember I … I was dueling … that Mark guy …"
"Someone that you should never have been in a duel with, Mione," Ron said trying to be stern. "Look what happened."
"I didn't really … have a choice," Hermione choked out. "It was either … fight … or die … I chose to fight."
"Whatever," Ron said frowning and Hermione let it drop, she didn't want to get in an argument with him now. "Harry won the duel with Jake and I beat Lisa and the two of them are enjoying a stay in Azkaban. So, now there's only about ten to fifteen Death Eaters that are still out there so the fight is basically over …"
"What happened to Mark?" Hermione asked. "What about the others … did anyone … died?"
"No one that we were close to died … at least no one that I've really known," Ron said. "There were about twenty-five people that die. Six Death Eaters, ten Auror and people that were fighting with us, and nine innocent by-standards. There might be more, there are a few people still missing."
"That's too bad," Hermione said sadly, but she couldn't really articulate herself properly right now. "And Mark?"
"He died, Mione … from the backlash of whatever spell you cast on him that nearly got you killed too," Ron said trying to hold back his sob.
"It should of," Hermione said. "I didn't plan it to but … with all the energy we … were putting into … it … the blast should of … killed us both. For some reason he stopped … I don't know … it was unstable … and pushed towards him …"
"Calm down love, I can't understand you," Ron said squeezing her hand tightly after she said she should have died. "Neville said he saw the two of you fighting and that huge energy ball between you, so he stunned Mark … and then it exploded; he thinks it's his fault."
"It's only his fault that … I'm still alive," Hermione smiled. "It was going to explode no matter what … Another few moments it was going to blow … and because he was stunned … I was able to push the energy far enough … away from me."
"Well, you really should tell Neville that," Ron smiled. "He's been kicking himself since then for nearly killing you."
"I'll make sure I thank him," Hermione said and started to sit up, which cause the others to start to stair.
"Mione, you're awake," Harry said in a shaky voice. "You had us all very worried. You've been asleep for so long."
"How long was I out for?" Hermione asked.
"Almost two days," Harry answered. "Ron hasn't left your side since you got in here."
"What do you mean by Ron, love?" Ginny smiled at her husband. "You and Ari have been here just as much as he has."
"I thought she might appreciate the Ron comment the most," Harry shrugged.
"Well, I don't mind the PR," Ron laughed. "I can take all the good things I can get to stay in Mione's good books."
She then felt pressure on her knee and she looked at her son, who was looking back at her sadly. "Arthur," she said and reach out to him (with the hand that Harry had been holding) and rubbed his cheek. He got up and hugged her lightly and she held him as tightly as she could. "I'm sorry, Arthur." She looked at him worried and guiltily.
'You should be … you promised me you weren't going to be hurt,' Ari portrayed by his look and watery smile.
"I know … I did try," Hermione said as she let him go so he could sit back down.
"Do you all think that you could give us a few minutes alone?" Ron asked about twenty minutes later. The others got up like they all knew this was coming and left the room a moment later.
"Are you going to yell at me now … for going to that fight?" Hermione said half joking but she could tell he was serious about something.
"Why didn't you tell me about the baby?" Ron asked looking into her eyes coldly.
Hermione eyes widen with fear as one of her hands went to her stomach, she started to breath heavily. "She okay isn't she?" she gasped.
"The baby's fine," Ron said as he got off the chair and sat on the corner of her bed and pulled her close to him. "Sorry, I guess I should of said that better, I didn't mean to scare you," he said gently as Hermione buried her head in his chest, just taking comfort in his strong arms being around her. "By the way, what makes you so sure it's a girl, love?"
"Because we wanted a girl and a boy," Hermione said.
"Oh, that make so much sense now," Ron smiled kissing the top of her head. "Why didn't you tell me, Mione?"
"I knew you wouldn't have allowed me to fight," Hermione answered immediately.
"You're damn straight I wouldn't of," Ron said coldly again. "And after what happened, you can't say it wasn't for a good reason."
"I admit that it was probably the safer and likely better choice if I didn't go," Hermione said softy. "But how could I do that?"
"Mione, you know how important you are to me … to everyone really," Ron said. "And to risk that all for …"
"I didn't fight any differently than I would of if I wasn't pregnant, Ron," Hermione said as hotly as she could muster to get herself. "This is why I didn't tell you, I knew it was wrong and god if something would have happened to our baby I would never have been able to forgive myself … but Ron, the same would have been true if something had happened to you and I wasn't at least there to help out. I would have thought if only I was there …!"
"It's okay, Mione," Ron said tightening his grip on her; she was starting to get upset the longer she spoke. "I guess I'd never know what it's like to have to make a choice like that. So, you knew how I would react and you chose not to tell me anything about the baby?"
"Ron, I only knew for little over a day," Hermione said. "I was working up the courage to tell you."
"Why? Did you think that I wouldn't want a baby?" Ron exclaimed incredulously. "That's this wouldn't be good news … the best news."
Hermione looked up at him in the eyes as she narrowed her own. "Of course not, should I have been worried?"
"No, I want this more than anything else," Ron smiled and lean in to give her a quick kiss. "I love you."
"Good, I love you too," Hermione smiled back, her heart beating painfully in her chest again but she didn't mind that much at the moment. "I was stalling because I didn't want to give up the fight, let Harry and you go out there risking your lives and not to be able to help at all. And that day … I couldn't just not go to that fight."
"Why not, Mione … I wanted you two to be safe?" Ron said sternly. "You knew I would have wanted that."
"What would you have done if I told you then, right before you had to go?" Hermione said. "Forget me not being there and all the help I give you … If I told you then what would it have done to you?"
"I don't understand," Ron said but Hermione just looked at him raising her eyebrows waiting for him to come up with the answer on his own. "I would have been excited I guess."
"Exactly … and you could have been distracted or cocky or something else that would have gotten you killed," Hermione sobbed.
"Okay love, I think I understand it now," Ron said pulling her closer. "But next time, you're not to do anything like this."
"Next time, I'm not planning on getting pregnant or being in an all out war like this again," Hermione said.
"And since when have you planned on either one happening?" Ron laughed and Hermione made a face.
"Be nice, because there is only one certain way for me not to become pregnant again and I don't think you'll like that," Hermione smiled.
"No, I wouldn't want that but I don't think you could stand it either," Ron smiled back. "Could you really stay away from all this?"
"Sometimes I can," Hermione laughed. "You can make me impossible upset but you're right, you are rather irresistible to me. And since I won't be pregnant again, I promised never to let this happen again either," Hermione ended smiling at him.
"I don't find that funny, Mione," Ron frowned. "But I really wouldn't expect anything less from you love, now get some rest."
"I'm really not tired," Hermione said. "But you know that I like lying on your chest, so lay down with me."
Ron lay down and Hermione rested her head on his chest and his heart started beating rapidly; she just felt so right there. He looked at her in his arms and he knew that this is all he wanted. "Your heart is pounding, are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"I wasn't planning this," Ron said, sitting on his side so that he looked into her eyes. "I was planning on waiting for the perfect time, after a big dinner … maybe after our two month anniversary or something grand and romantic to be sure, love."
"Ron," Hermione said looking at him confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Just let me get through this, Mione," Ron said smiling at her and brushing her hair out of her eyes. "I didn't think it would be like this. Just looking at you lying here I know that it's time to start our lives together. That it would be this simple moment that made me see that I never wanted to be away from you again. I've loved you since I was eleven and you've never stop being the one I love … The one that makes me be the best I can be, even when I wasn't around you, you're the reason I'm the man I am today. You are a good mother … as good as my mum and that's saying something. Hermione Jean Granger, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife."
"Ron," Hermione said still looking at him shocked and was unable to say anything to him, though she knew her answer, she had always known the answer to that. The biggest problem she had now was the fear that he was asking her to marry him because she was pregnant, and she never wanted that.
Ron looked at her starting to get worried that she hadn't answer him yet. To buy his time so he didn't have to worry, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag that he empty in his hand and showed her a ring.
"It's beautiful," Hermione said smiling and looked at the stunning platinum three-stone ring that featured a rich, deep blue oval sapphire center stone and two unique half-moon diamond side stones. "When did you get that?"
"You haven't answered my question yet, Mione," Ron said breathing more evenly. "It's not nice to keep me waiting."
"Then I will continue to be mean to you until you answer my question Ron," Hermione smirked at him. "So are you going to tell me when you bought this ring?"
"I should never have gotten involved with such a mean, stubborn woman," Ron said shaking his head. "I bought it before our first date. I saw it when I was walking to George's so we could grab a bit to eat. Actually I saw it for years every time I walked past the shop and I knew it was the perfect ring for you … for us. You said that sapphire was your birth stone and it reminded you of my eyes. I use to see the ring as a taunt … always there to make me think of you and what we should have been. But, after we saw each other again, I knew it was just waiting there for me to buy it, because it was always meant to be your ring … our ring."
"That's beautiful," Hermione said tears were starting to fall down her cheeks. "Ronald Bilius Weasley I love you so much … I'd be honor to be your wife."
"Mione," Ron said smiling in relief and kissed her with passion and love until she pushed him away.
"I don't think I can handle this right now," Hermione said breathing heavily. "Give me a few days and I'll give you a proper show of my affections."
"It's my bad love," Ron laughed and sighed at the same time and lying back down again. "I know you're not really up to this."
"Ron, why do I feel stronger so fast?" Hermione asked. "I shouldn't be feeling this normal so soon after what happened the other day. I shouldn't even be awake yet."
"Concero Animus," Ron said simply, squeezing her hand again. "I'm lending you some of my strength."
"I don't understand," Hermione said confused. "I didn't know it was possible … how does it work … how did you …?"
"I don't know either … and right now all I care about is that it works," Ron said thinking back to what happened, and then he kissed the top of her head. "Now rest love … I really think you need some sleep."
"All right then, and thanks for giving me your strength," Hermione said and a few minutes later she was asleep, and Ron had time to think about what he had to go through to get her in this hospitable; how she got like this.
"Hermione wake up," Ron sobbed holding her close to his chest. "Come on love, I need you to wake up?"
"Ron … Oh god Mione," Harry groaned kneeling down next to them. "Is she … What happened … is she okay?"
"I don't know," Ron sobbed. "I can't check Harry … I need her to be alive. I can't go on without her again, Harry."
"Then let me check, Ron," Harry said looking at the pale Hermione and prayed that she wasn't gone yet … it wasn't only Ron that would be devastated if she was gone. He reached out to feel for a pulse with a shaky hand. "It's there Ron … she's alive," Harry sighed in relief. "We needed to get her to a hospital as soon as we can, she needs help."
"Right, I'll get her there," Ron said trying to calm himself down. Now that he knew she was okay he could relax enough to do what was needed to be done. "I think you might need the hospital too, that arm looks really bad."
"Well, when we get there we'll get a healer to check it out," Harry said impatiently. "Come on let's get out of here."
"Okay then," Ron said putting Hermione down and then magic a stretcher under her and set up the emergency portkey all Aurors know how to make so they could get to St. Mungo and she was gone a second later.
"What do we have here?" a healer said looking over Hermione; the room they were in was full of lots of injured people. "She's in bad shape; it looks like she drained most of her energy during the fight."
"Yeah, but most of the damage done to her came for being thrown into something and then crushed," another healer said. "This one will be difficult … she's week, barely alive. I'm not sure she can take the procedure."
"She's not weak, she can handle it," Ron said pushing the healer out of the way and grabbing her hand again. "You hear me Mione; you'll keep your strength up. You'll be strong enough to survive this."
Harry was struggling with one of the healers that refuse to leave him alone, because he was bleeding so much. "Mr. Potter, just sit still for two minutes and I'll have you taken care of so both of us can get on our way!" the healer shouted and held his arm and magicked bandages around it. "Keep this on for the next day and take vigoratus potion as soon as you can."
"Fine, I'll take it," Harry huffed and then walked to where Ron and Hermione were (Ron was still willing her to be strong). "Ron, I'm going to tell everyone what happened, they need to know … and we need them here."
"Good," Ron said taking his eye off Hermione for a moment. "You have to tell Arthur … he really needs to know."
Harry nodded and then left so he could Apparate to Shell Cottage to tell the others. Ron kept holding Hermione's hand while the Healer discussed how bad she was and what they were going to do to her. "Look, her strength is up … I think she should be able to make it through the procedure now."
"How's that possible? If anything, she should be getting weaker … we haven't done anything yet," the other healer said.
"I have no idea Tom, but she is stronger now, and we should get her prepared before she relapses," the healer said. "I'm sorry sir, but we need to take her away now. She's bleeding internally and we have to use subsisto crudus so we can seal off all the bleeders and then cleansed her blood."
"Do you have to do this now, you said it's a risk when she was too weak," Ron said. "Shouldn't you wait until she's stronger?"
"She might get magical and physically stronger, more stable, but if we don't do this procedure soon she will die," the healer said gravely. "We need to stop this bleeding and she's strong enough to handle it now."
"Okay," Ron said, he was still holding her hand as he lean over and kissed Hermione's forehead. "I love you."
Ron walk to the waiting room feeling numb, he was feeling ill to his stomach again, but he didn't know what it meant. It was only a minute later that Harry returned with Ginny, Molly, Arthur, George and Ari. The last of which ran to Ron and demanded him to tell him everything (it was easy to read him like this).
"I'm not sure what happened," Ron said trying to hold himself together. "I wasn't there. They said she was bleeding internally and they're going to us subsisto crudus to stop it. Ari … she's going to be all right," Ron added because Ari looked shocked and worried and like he was thinking of something that Ron didn't know.
Ari looked away and the next second he jumped up and run away, he could hear Ron shouting but he didn't let it slow him down, he had to get to his Mum now. He came to a halt when he came to a corner and he didn't know which way to go. He looked all around and then he felt it, a pull to go to the right and he followed it. He kept following it until he came to a room she was in.
"What are you doing here?" a healer said, he was about to perform the spell and Ari rushed over to him and pulled his arm away from her. "She needs this … why are you doing this?"
"Arthur what's wrong?" Ron said coming into the room looking between the healer and Ari and Hermione lying on the bed.
Ari shook his head, looking sad and torture and pointed at Hermione. 'Don't do the spell on her, please."
"But she needs it to live Arthur," Ron said confuse, he knew that there was nothing more important to his son then Hermione.
Ari pointed at his Mum again and then grabbed his stomach, looking Ron straight in the eyes with desperation.
Ron looked at his son and then slowly looked at Hermione, comprehension dawning on him. "She's pregnant."
"What?" the healer said and stop trying to struggle with Ari. He looked pale because of what he was about to do.
"I take it subsisto crudus will kill th …" Ron started to say but couldn't bring himself to really do it. "Is there another option … one that will save the both of them?"
"There is a spell that we use in situation like this," the healer said gravely. "But it takes a lot longer to work and … she has to be strong … she's barely strong enough to survive the other spell, I don't think she could …"
"How long does she have before you have to use subsisto crudus to save her?" Ron asked walking to Hermione and sitting down next to her taking her hand again.
"I can guarantee fifteen minutes, maybe twenty, that is as long as she stays strong," The healer said. "But I would need to use the vigoratus crudus charm in the next ten minutes if I were to save them both, but she …"
"I understand, please give me … us seven minutes," Ron said starting to cry as he lean his head next to Hermione's.
"I have to warn you that if we use the vigoratus crudus charm then we can't use subsisto crudus, I'm sorry," the healer said and left the room.
Ron stayed where he was looking at her with tear stained eyes and willing all of his strength to go to her. A minute later he noticed that Ari had joined him on the other side and with the glance that Ron speared him he could tell that Ari was holding her other hand and was thinking the same thing, as he placed his other hand on her stomach.
It was five minutes after the healer left that Ari started waving his head around and Ron feared that he might be losing his grip on reality (having one of his fit Healer Strout had warned them about). Ron tried to make Ari release his grip on Hermione, but Ari knew he had to keep his hold on her. He felt his control slip as soon as he touched her and willed her to be stronger; he knew his touch was helping her so he would never let go, even if it drove him insane in the process. He had to help her … them."
"It's time," the healer said walking into the room but stopped at the door. "I don't believe it, that's not possible."
"Is she strong enough?" Ron asked looking up hopefully (Ari doing the same before he lost his concentration).
"No … but it's a lot closer than I would have thought possible," the healer said more gravely than before … to be so close but still unable to help … it was heartbreaking.
"I want you to do the vigoratus crudus charm," Ron said, they couldn't come so close and not do it; Hermione would never forgive him if he didn't try.
"I told you if you do that we can't use this other spell, you'll lose them both," the healer said shaking his head.
"I know!" Ron shouted and then looked at Hermione one last second and then said, "But she will make it through this."
"I'm sorry, but the choice to decide her treatment isn't up to you, it's his," the healer said pointing at Harry, who just walked into the room. Hermione had legally made him the next of kin after she moved to France in case something like this happened.
Harry looked Ron in the eyes and could see that Ron seriously felt it could work and that was good enough for him. "Do the vigoratus crudus charm," he said and the healer looked at him incredulously, but Harry didn't let him interrupt. "Just do it."
"It should be fine if you do the vigoratus crudus charm," a new voice said and Healer Strout walked into the room. "These people have been doing medical miracles this last month, I'm sure they can handle one more."
"Strout, how can you be so caviler about it?" the other healer said nearly shouting. "This woman's life is in danger!"
"I know, but as long as this gentleman stays with her … stays during the surgery," Healer Strout said and continued before the other healer could object, "I know she'll be fine. They have a connection that will help her get through this. Now Harry, Arthur, I think we should give them some room to work."
Ari glared at him, still not wanting to let go, though he was filling worse than ever. Harry walked over to him and picked him up, making him drop Hermione's hand. "Don't worry Ari, your Dad has her … them. You help them as much as you can, now let Ron and the healers take it from here."
Ari nodded his head (starting to feel better already) and let Harry lead him to the waiting room.
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"I can't believe you actually got Ron to leave my side," Hermione said to Harry. "What did you do, promise to get him the newest racing broom or something?"
"I just told him I wanted to speak to you alone," Harry said. "He can be quite agreeable when he wants to be."
"So what do you want to say to me and why do I get the feeling that I'm about to get another lecture?" Hermione asked.
"Because you know me well," Harry smiled at her and then took a deep breath. "Hermione, you can't ever put us through something like this again."
"You know, I think I've heard this one before," Hermione frowned. "Why didn't you just come at me when Ron did … it would have saved some of my time?
"Ron has his style and I have mine and I thought you should get to see both of them," Harry said. "And I intend to make you feel guilty about this."
"And how are you going to do that?" Hermione said, sitting up preparing herself for what he was going to say as she glared at him.
"Well, I know a thing or two about guilty feelings, though they are mostly mine, I know how to dish it out, too," Harry said, her eyes seem to be challenging him. "I know you realize what it would do to Ron … you two have been so connected this last month … I know you know that. But do you know what would have happen to me if you were gone?"
"Yes, you would of felt needlessly guilty about it," Hermione teased, but she could see that it was more than that.
"That goes without saying," Harry said glaring at her (the nerve of her to tease him about that). "But that's not what I was talking about. For the last sixteen years you and I have been … I don't really know how to describe what you are to me … it's more than just a best friend or sister even …"
"I understand what you mean Harry," Hermione said when it looked like he was having trouble framing his thought. "I feel the same."
"Of course you understand, know-it-all," Harry smiled. "So you understand what would happen to me without you … and I can't image how I would handle Ron, keep him going. It was hard enough when you were away … but if you were really gone …"
"Well, you should think of that the next time a mad man is after you, because I'll be fighting with you if that happens again," Hermione smiled at him.
"Guilt tripping me back, you are a mother aren't you," Harry smiled back. "Okay, I see this isn't working for you, but I have another angle that will get your attention."
"And what would that be?" Hermione asked raising an eyebrow.
"How could you put this on Arthur like that; let him be the only one that knows about the baby?" Harry asked harshly.
"What … I …?" Hermione stumble suddenly looking worried and regretful.
"Mione, they nearly used subsisto crudus on you," Harry exclaimed and Hermione face paled as she put her hand on her stomach, not believing how close she came to losing her baby. "Ari pushed the healer's hand out of the way … looking like a lunatic … trying to prevent that tragedy. I couldn't imagine what he would have gone through if something would have happened to either you or the baby. He definitely would have blamed himself for not stopping you at the very least."
"You're right, Harry," Hermione said starting to cry. "I shouldn't of left this on his shoulders … it wasn't right."
"Why did you tell him anyways … I mean only him?" Harry asked.
"I didn't tell him … he told me," Hermione laughed. "It was really weird, he just looked at me and reached out and touched my stomach. It really freaked me out. That and the fact that he could just feel her …" she said then paused. "You don't seem to find that weird."
"Well, with everything else that happened this month, it's not that unreasonable," Harry said.
"I guess," Hermione smiled. "Besides, this was something good. Um … Harry there something I've been meaning to ask you, but I wasn't sure how." Hermione said pausing until Harry nodded his head for her to continue. "Why were you holding my hand when I woke up?"
"Because Ari couldn't handle holding your hand," Harry smiled at her and grabbed her hand. "It made him … unstable. It seems that he could lend you his strength like you did for him when he … when that event happened. But he needs that strength to keep himself together."
"Are you saying that you lent me some of your strength?" Hermione asked. "How's that possible … it must have been through Concero Animus, but …"
"And I'm more than a brother and best friend to you … to both you and Ron," Harry smiled at her. "When you two broke up … I don't know … I felt that our connection just got stronger. It's not as strong as your connection to Ron or even Ari, but it's there and I was able to help you a little …"
"What made you think to even try?" Hermione asked.
"Healer Strout noticed that my presents helped Ari, so he thought it would work with you too … and he was right," Harry shrugged.
"Harry," Hermione said tears coming to her eyes again, and put her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Thanks so much, Harry."
"It's my pleasure, Mione," Harry said smiling in her shoulder as he hugged back.
"Well, it sure looks like you gave Mione a hard time," Ron said coming back in the room. "Sorry, but that was as long as I could stand being away," he added to Harry.
"I didn't expect to get the time I did, I'm impressed by your restraint," Harry laughed.
"It's nice being here like this isn't it?" Ron said as he sat on Hermione's bed wrapping his arms around her. Harry was sitting on the other side; he too had an arm around her.
"What's nice?" Hermione asked, leaning her head on Ron's shoulder.
"Us all together again," Ron said. "Peacefully … just sitting here … nothing to worry about."
"And when did we ever do that before?" Harry said.
"Yeah, we always had something going on," Hermione said.
"True and we have something going on now too," Ron smiled at her. "We're starting our life together … but like always, we're able to enjoy any peaceful moment that comes to us."
A/N: So I hope this was a happy ending for you all. I will have another chapter that will take place a few months later, after everything settle; which I'll have up on Wednesday.