Two Beds and a Coffee Machine

By

Sannikex

To Louise

Because you are you and that is all we could ever ask for. Happy Birthday!

A/N: Here it is, the ending, the absolute last piece of this story. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed and supported this fic, you're all wonderful and I hope you will enjoy this!

Epilogue

I give you my destiny.
I'm giving you all of me.
I want your symphony, singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it back.
So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I pray, to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.

"You look beautiful, Hermione." Ginny stepped back with a content smile. "Ron is going to be speechless." She rubbed her rounded belly and nodded in agreement to her own words.

"Thanks, Ginny." She couldn't believe that she saw herself in a white gown for the second time in her life. Only this time she knew that she was going to be happy for the rest of her life. She sighed over the beautiful dress. It had taken two days of roaming the shops of Britain, wizard and muggle, to find it. Tirelessly Ginny had followed her, agreeing with Hermione that it had to be just right.

"Oh, Ginny I owe you so much." She felt the tears rise in her eyes. "You took me shopping, you were there, you helped me and Ron…"

"Merlin, Hermione don't make me start. With my hormones I'll never quit. Then you'll have a fat, crying bridesmaid. We don't want that." Hermione sniffled.

"You're not fat. You look beautiful. When it's my turn I hope I'll look like you."

"Your turn? Hermione…are you? Are you pregnant?" With the tears rolling down her cheeks Hermione nodded.

"Alright, that's it. I'm going to cry, for a very long time. I'm so happy for you, and for Ron…Ron is going to be ecstatic!" With a tearful laugh the two women embraced.

"It's not that bad, you know. You just stand there, then you say 'I do' and you walk out. Very simple." Harry couldn't resist teasing his friend.

"What if she changes her mind? What if it all reminds her of Krum and she leaves?"

"Ron, she loves you. I bet the bastard is the last thing on her mind right now."

"You think so?"

"I know so." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Luna poked her head in.

"Ron, Vanessa wants to speak with you. Alone."

"See you out there, buddy." Harry clapped his friend's shoulder and followed his wife through the door. Vanessa entered, dressed in pale pink with her long hair in pink ribbons.

"Hey there, beautiful." Her smile was unguarded and her dimples flashed shyly.

"Hi. You look pretty too."

"Why, thank you." Her face sobered.

"I wanted to ask you a question."

"Sure, princess." Her dark eyes were fasted on her pink Mary Janes.

"Now that you're marrying Mum and we're getting your name…will you be our Dad? For real?"

He hadn't thought he could love this girl more than he already did. But it was possible.

"If you want me, Nessie." He opened his arms and she rushed into his embrace.

"You're always going to be my Dad." He breathed in the sweet scent of her hair.

"Always, Nessie."

"Hermione Granger Weasley. I like the sound of that. Mrs Ronald Weasley. Like that too. It's got a nice ring to it. Pun intended." Hermione laughed. They were lying in the enormous bride bed the morning after the wedding. The silk sheets were rumpled and Hermione was aware of that her hair was a mess. But it didn't matter. Not now.

"God, that was so not funny." He nuzzled her neck.

"And still you laugh. It's because I'm so extremely charming."

"Of course. That and because I'm so happy. You finally got around marrying me."

"Finally, yes. Hermione, there's something I've been meaning to ask you." He rose on his elbow and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Do you think…Would you consider…want to have…another child?" His eyes were worried and she smiled in the way that always made him feel like he owned the world.

"Of course I want to have your children, Ron." He sealed her smile with his.

"How soon? Like now? Could we make a baby now?" He murmured between the kisses.

"We could. But it would be kind of useless." He stopped and lifted himself.

"What?"

"Because we've already made one." The meaning dawned on him and when she saw the shift in his eyes she knew that whoever had said that blue was a cold colour was wrong.

A/N: I know it's mushy but people, they lived happily ever after.