Well, this is it. The epilogue is short, but I just wanted to give everyone a glimpse into the future. Things are left for you to imagine about the future. It's been wonderful writing this story and I'm so sad to see it end, but I'm so glad to have such wonderful support. Thanks to all my readers and tumblr friends for being so nice along the way.

Summary: Hermione discovers she's pregnant after a one-night stand with Fred Weasley and an imposed marriage law forces them to get married. The Burrow goes wedding planning mad as the pair get to know each other while coping with the unexpected pregnancy. Not everyone's on Hermione's' side though. Can they discover who's out to get them before it's too late? FW/HG

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter Hedwig and Fred would never have died.

Beta: Thanks to the amazing Frenchie84 for her incredible work. I would never have gotten this finished without her.

EPILOGUE

Twelve years later…

Sophia Rose Weasley peered up at her Headmistress McGonagall. The elderly woman was scowling down at her, with a disappointed expression etched on her face. Sophia ran a hand over her face, pushing the curly red locks from her face.

"I swear I acted alone," Sophia lied. She wasn't a snitch, and she wasn't getting her best friend in trouble when Sophia had been the one to plan out the whole thing. "I just thought it would be funny. I'm sorry."

McGonagall pursed her lips, then straightened up. "Over the last year and a half you've been at this school Sophia Weasley, you have never acted alone. You and Roxanne have worked together to give me as much trouble as both your fathers. I will be giving you and Roxanne a detention for what you did. Charming poppers under the house tables wasn't pleasant for anybody, especially for my poor heart. I thought your brother would be the most trouble, considering who your father is."

"Dad always said that keeping a smile on people's faces was one of life's biggest rewards," Sophia replied. The twelve-year-old looked so innocent. She looked so much like her mother, but she had her father's hair and definitely his personality. Hugo was the 'good' one. He loved books, like their mother; he enjoyed doing homework; and truly lived up to his house, Ravenclaw. Sophia was a Gryffindor, alongside her cousin and best friend, Roxanne Weasley.

"Your father and George had the most detentions this school has ever seen, I suggest you try and amend your ways or you and Roxanne will be well on your way to beating them," McGonagall gave the young girl a final shake of her head and then she left.

Sophia smiled. It had been a fun morning, despite getting a detention. Uncle George had sent his daughter Roxanne, and Sophia a box of poppers. He'd told them not to tell their mothers, but they would, of course, find out when McGonagall sent letters home. That morning, they had charmed all the poppers around the great hall. Over breakfast, they had all gone off, causing loud bangs around the hall and scaring the children and the staff. It was only a small prank, but a funny one, to see some of the staff at the head table fall off their seats in shock.

"Has she gone?" A small voice called from behind a statue. Roxanne peaked her head around and looked to make sure the headmistress had gone. Roxanne was beautiful, and so much like her mother, Angelina. She had dark skin, black hair that fell in ringlets and delicate face. Despite the two girls looking like their mothers, they definitely took after Fred and George. They were the new troublemakers, and their fathers were ever so proud of them both. It, also, helped they were daddy's girls, both their fathers had trouble denying the girls anything.

"Yeah, she's going to send another letter home. Mom's going to send a howler again," Sophia sighed. "You think dad will send more sweets after?"

"If not my dad will," Roxanne promised.

The two girls giggled and made their way to the Library to do a bit of studying. They had homework for potions, which was their next lesson. Both girls were very smart, but they were never as prepared for class as Hugo.

"You could have warned me about those poppers," Hugo complained to the girls as he walked over to the table they were sitting at. "Did you get in much trouble?"

"Just a detention," Sophia shrugged. "Wait and see what we have planned for next week."

"Did Uncle Fred send the potion?" Roxanne asked eagerly.

"Yes, and he told me how to duplicate it so we can change the hair on all the Slytherins."

Hugo shook his head, "Mom said we need to make friends with Slytherins. Picking on them because of their house isn't nice. It's prejudiced."

"Don't worry Hugo, we're doing it to all the houses!" Sophia smirked.

"Moms going to be so mad," Hugo said with a shack of his head. Then, he left the two girls plotting and planning.

"James!" Hugo called as he made his way down the hallway, away from the library. He caught up with his cousin and grinned at the younger boy. James Potter was in the year below, the son of Harry and Ginny Potter. They had two more children, Lily and Albus, but they weren't old enough for Hogwarts yet. "Enjoying it?"

"It's brilliant! I can't wait to go home for Christmas and tell Lil and Albus," James beamed. "I'm so trying out for the Quidditch team next year. I got a few feet off the ground today in class."

"I heard about that," Hugo said with a shake of his head. "I heard Uncle Neville had to take someone to the infirmary for a bloody nose."

"Scorpius isn't so good with flying," James said with a laugh. "He fell off, and Uncle Neville was passing by the class, so he took him. Uncle Ron's already sent a letter asking for all the details."

Hugo laughed. James and Scorpius were friends, good friends despite the competitiveness between the boy's families. Everything had been smoothed over, the Potter and Malfoy houses were finally at peace.

James turned to his cousin and pointed a finger at his chest, "You told me there was a dragon to fight in the sorting ceremony. You're supposed to be the good twin."

Hugo grinned, "I'm the one that never gets caught!"

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Hermione read through the letter and shook her head. Without a word, she handed it over the workbench to show Fred. They were at the shop; Hermione had popped home on her break to show her husband what kind of trouble his daughter was getting into now. It was all harmless of course, but it was still naughty, and she was getting these kind of letters weekly. Hermione had run out of ways to apologize to McGonagall.

Hermione scowled at Fred's smirk, "Don't laugh at her, she needs to be told off. I know you and George are sending the girls things. Don't think I didn't notice how heavy her trunk was when we dropped her off at the train station. This is your fault you know, your trouble making genes influenced this behavior."

Fred laughed, "She's having fun Hermione. I'll write to her and stop her getting into so much trouble. You know, though, you broke just as many rules as George and I did. You probably broke more, actually. If anyone's to blame for her behavior, it's you." Fred moved closer, his hands going to his wife's hips. "My naughty little wife was always in trouble at Hogwarts. Bookish you might have been, but there wasn't a rule our Hermione hadn't broken."

"I never stuffed anyone in a wardrobe and lost him for three months," Hermione returned, pointing an accusing finger at Fred's chest. "If you're going to teach her tricks to not get caught, please just don't tell me. I'd rather live in ignorant bliss of her behavior."

"She's smart," Fred said proudly. "Beautiful, clever and so strong, just like her mother. All of our children are, they have so much of you in them."

"Now you're just trying to charm me," Hermione smiled.

Fred tugged her closer, his lips going to her neck. "Is it working?"

"I need to pick Oscar up in a moment," Hermione said, pushing a hand against Fred's chest. Oscar was their third and final child. He was seven years old now and was a beautiful little boy. Oscar had his mother's brown hair, but everything else was the spitting image of his father. He was Fred's mini me. He was such a cute little boy, eager to be around his parents and always with something to say. He always had questions, speaking a little too fast on occasions when he got excited.

"Mmm," Fred muttered, his hands making their way to Hermione's hips. He sighed, and brushed his lips against Hermione's throat a final time before drawing back. "Four more years, then we're home alone most of the year. Come on Mrs. Weasley, let's go pick-up Oscar before Charlie and Oliver come over for dinner."

"What time are they coming?" Hermione asked, eagerly. Oliver and Charlie had moved to Romagna after the wedding. They came home on the occasions, but Hermione still missed the two boys. They were happy though and so in love.

Fred laughed, "I never know who gets more excited about them coming, you or Oscar. And they're coming for seven o'clock. They want to stay in the guest room so they can come to the zoo in the morning with us."

Hermione beamed up at Fred, excited to see the two men. She always looked forward to their visits. They were fantastic with the kids and occasionally popped back to visit them during the summer to spend time with all their nieces and nephews in the summer. They didn't come back that much, so it was always a rare treat when they were on their way back to England for a day or two.

Fred smiled at seeing his wife so happy. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. His hand stroked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Are you happy Hermione? After the way your life was spun upside down in the beginning?"

"There were a lot of sudden changes, but I wouldn't change a moment of my life," Hermione told him. "I love my family, my friends and what we have now. It's perfect. I've never been so happy. I love you so much, Mr. Weasley."

"I love you too, Mrs. Weasley."

THE END

Stories coming up:

MOTHER NATURE: -Fred/Hermione/George fic. 2/20 chapters.

THE WEASLEY PACK: - Twins/Hermione/Charlie/Bill – no incest. Ongoing pack fic, currently 22 chapters and 17 more to go.Updated weekly.

INTO THE FLAMES: - Charlie/Hermione fic. Will be 20 Chapters. Currently being written. Will be posted in the future when I've more chapters written. Mature, BDSM fic.