According to Harry, Ginny's pregnancy was coming along perfectly. Hermione saw Harry around work constantly, and every time she did, she asked how Ginny was. Harry always looked flustered, and Hermione knew that he was continually catering to Ginny's every whelm. However, he would respond every time, almost absently, "She's fine…doing great…"

Hermione would see Ginny occasionally, and every time she did, she knew Ginny's belly had gotten bigger than the last time she saw her.

Bill and Fleur had had their third child in the last few months, a boy named Louis. Victoire and Dominique were both thrilled to have a younger brother.

One night, Ron and Hermione had dinner plans with Harry and Ginny at a fancy, hidden Wizard restaurant overlooking the sea, with dancing and the works.

Hermione came hurrying into the living room, putting in her earrings in the process. She checked the clock nearby: ten to eight. They were supposed to meet Harry and Ginny at eight o' clock.

Hermione gave an exasperated sigh and called, "Ron, are you ready yet? We're going to be late!"

"I'm coming, love," Ron said. He froze at the sight of her, like he always seemed to do when Hermione dressed up for a special event.

"What?" Hermione asked worriedly, anxiously smoothing the high bun she had piled on top of her head.

"Nothing." Ron shook himself from his reverie. "You look beautiful." He flashed a sincere smile, and Hermione blushed. She was wearing a black dress that fell just past her knees and the beautiful charm bracelet Ron had given her for her twenty-second birthday.

She really loved the bracelet. It had a charm for each of the first seven years she knew Ron. A mini Sorcerer's Stone was for first year. For second, a small basilisk. Third, a cat and rat that resembled Crookshanks and Scabbers. Fourth, the horrid dress robes Ron wore to the Yule Ball. For fifth year, a small D.A. to represent Dumbledore's Army. Sixth, a small broken heart to show how much they both were heartbroken when they learned the other liked someone else. For the final year, the last charm was a small R&H to represent that they were finally together after seven long years.

Hermione looked up from her bracelet to take in the sight of Ron. He was wearing navy blue robes with a sky blue tie that matched his eyes perfectly. She loved his blue eyes.

"Ready?" Ron asked uncertainly. Hermione shook herself from her reverie and nodded. She took his arm and together, they Disapparated to the restaurant.

At the restaurant, Ron told the hostess they were meeting Mr. and Mrs. Potter. The hostess led them into a room where thirty or so tables surrounded a huge dance floor. All the tables were covered in white cloths, and a candle sat on each table. Hermione recognized Harry and Ginny sitting at a table over by the dance floor. They waved to Ron and Hermione as the two approached.

Harry looked more tired than ever, but happy to see his best friends. Ginny had a very prominent bump, already five months along. Hermione hugged her best friends and they all sat down and ordered.

The four talked about a lot of things. Work, their family, Harry and Ginny's baby along the way…and somehow, they came on the subject of names.

"So, what do you think you're going to name the baby?" Hermione asked, finishing her treacle tart.

"Well, it will be James or Lily, depending on the gender," Harry answered right away.

"Harry, don't you think we should consider some other names before we decide on your parents' names?" Ginny asked.

"No," Harry said firmly. "I want my parents' names to live on."

Ginny pursed her lips, and Hermione hastily tugged on Ron's arm as she saw Ginny's face slowly turn red with anger.

"Ron, come and dance," Hermione said, shooting Ron a deadly look. Ron caught on and followed her to the dance floor, both wanting to avoid the argument that was about to take place between Harry and Ginny.

Once in the center of the floor, Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and Ron wrapped his around her waist. Awkwardness was no longer a problem with the two, and they found the feel of the music in the matter of seconds.

"I had to get us out of there," Hermione said. "We don't need to be witnesses if a murder takes place."

Ron smiled at her joke. "Oi, do you remember that questions game we used to play?"

Hermione laughed. "If I remember correctly, that game usually ends in disaster."

"C'mon, let's play a few rounds, then," Ron said, flashing the lovely smile she had fallen in love with over half a decade ago.

"Alright, then," Hermione said. "You start."

"Alright," Ron said, thinking. "Did you know that most of the time, I'm looking for you when we're apart?"

Hermione gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Ron paused and looked around to make sure no one was listening. "When I don't know exactly where you are, say at work for instance, I'm constantly bothering others and asking if they've seen you."

Hermione wasn't quite sure why Ron was telling her this, but that was the magic of their game. Either way, she was touched that Ron cared so much for her.

"Ron, I didn't know you –" she was cut off as Ron kissed her, and tightened his grip around her waist.

When they broke apart, Ron said, his face still close to Hermione's, "Just don't leave me. I know you have a lot of reasons to, most of the time, but I don't think I could survive if you weren't in my life…"

"Ron, why would I leave?" Hermione asked, shocked that he would say this. "You're talking to the person who cried for a week when you left. Do you really think I want you out of my life?"

"Guess not," Ron mumbled. "You're – you're just the best thing that's happened to me, and I'm afraid if I enjoy it too long, I'll wake up one morning and you'll be gone." He swept a strand of loose hair hanging in Hermione's face and tucked it behind her ear. "You really are beautiful, you know that?"

Hermione blushed. "I'm not going anywhere, Ron. I'm staying with you. I promised you that when I married you." She smiled and tightened her hold around Ron's neck.

"It's your turn," Ron said suddenly.

Hermione jumped; she almost forgot they still were playing.

"Alright…did you know my favorite color is the color of your eyes?"

Ron's ears turned red and Hermione laughed. It was true, though. Even before she had fallen for Ron, she had always loved the color of his eyes.

"Why, though?" Ron asked, his face getting redder by the moment.

"Because your eyes are more than blue," Hermione said. "I can see more than just a color in your eyes. They tell me things without you speaking."

"Great that you can see right through to me," Ron joked, a grin forming on his face.

Hermione laughed. "Your turn."

Ron pulled her in closer so she was now in his arms, her head on his chest. "Did you know I love you?" he whispered in her ear.

Hermione nodded. "Did you know I love you?" she mumbled back.

"I know it now," Ron said, placing a kiss on her head.