A/N: You might think this is a bit cliche or something but I really had to write this epilogue so I could finally make sense of the title. Ever since the beginning I knew what the last sentence in the whole story will be, and here it is. Thank you for your patience once again.

Epilogue - 5 years later

It was his thirtieth birthday. His wife was just making her way over to him with a huge orange cake with thirty candles when their son Jeremy knocked into her at full speed which resulted with her landing on the floor, Jeremy landing on her, and the cake landing on the kid's head.

"It's nice to see that even on our thirtieth birthday everything is just as it always was. And here I thought that something was actually going to change, didn't you dear brother of mine?" They watched as Angie walked out of the kitchen holding another orange cake with thirty candles. She was careful not to step on Hermione or Jeremy and made her way towards them when a quaffle landed on the cake she was holding. Soon afterwards Fred's son Sebastian ran into the room, took the quaffle out of the cake and ran out.

"And here I thought my cake would have more luck than yours."

"At least your wife had." He grinned at Fred and got up to help Hermione up.

Jeremy and Sebastian were both four, there was just a month of difference between them and even though they weren't twins they sure behaved like it. They were quite a handful but sweet kids non the less. The actual twins couldn't wait for their sons to go to Hogwarts and cause general mayhem - they wanted to be proud to call them their sons. Hermione's and Angie's ideas for them were quite different but Fred and George knew that you just can't trick blood.

After conjuring two other cakes the women sat with their respective men and admired their sons while they played a weird mix of handball and quidditch with a quaffle in the middle of the burrow's living room. Almost the whole family was there and some guests too. Hermione looked up when she heard some new visitors flooing in. It turned out to be the famous wizarding gay couple - the boy who lived and the boy who's absolutely not gay. As it turned out Draco still couldn't admit that he wasn't exactly straight and living with Harry didn't really help that matter. After being confronted about it Draco would always say "Ok, so we live together. It still doesn't make me gay... I'm just Harry-centric." He never understood why everyone thought it funny.

Ron wasn't there. He kind of disappeared 5 years before. No one really knew where he was but they knew he was still alive because he sometimes sent letters to Molly. After Hermione and George got married, Molly forgave Ron for destroying his marriage with Hermione, because she thought that her daughter-in-law was definitely better suited with George than with Ron. She still wasn't happy with him, but at least she kept contact, he was her son after all. Hermione on the other hand didn't want to have anything to do with him, who could blame her.

George was very happy with how things were. He looked at the family that gathered for his and Fred's birthday and kissed his wife's cheek with content.

"Why were you with Ron in the first place, when you so obviously fit with me?" Hermione looked at him and smiled warmly.

"I don't know... I guess it was a momentary lapse of reason."

~ The End ~

A/N: There, finished. Hope you enjoyed it.