Hello, everyone. Well, I thought about it and thought about it and decided that this story perhaps needed an epilogue. I'm sure it doesn't cover everything but I felt that a bit more cheesiness and a more settled down feeling was needed ;)

Thank you so much to everyone who read this story and thank you for all the reviews - it's incredibly flattering to read your compliments, really it means a lot. I hope you enjoy this last little bit, and review for old time's sake. So here we go…

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Epilogue

5 years later

Hermione bustled around her cramped cottage sitting room, flicking her wand at the duster and lifting toys and cloaks which had somehow been strewn across the furniture and floors. Actually, not somehow, she knew exactly how they had gotten there - a child tornado.

"Teddy Lupin, you will be the cause of my back problems," she muttered with an affectionate smile.

"Really?," said a deep voice, with a soft laugh, "I'd hoped that would be my fault."

Hermione gasped as she felt hands wrap around her waist, turning to see Remus grinning wolfishly down at the woman who loved him for who he was, scars and all. She returned the smile and leaned in slowly to kiss him, bringing her hands up to his face, brushing his sandy blonde hair.

"Daddy? Hermione?" Teddy, now 5 years old, toddled in, clutching his toy broomstick. He looked at his father and Hermione, adopting a disgusted expression, "Ick! Daddy stop, you'll get girl germs!"

Hermione laughed and pulled herself from Remus' arms, running over to Teddy and lifting him up, tickling his ribs. "Girl germs, Teddy? I'll give you girl germs!"

Teddy shrieked and writhed, laughing as Remus watched with a wide smile on his face. It had taken a while but here they were. A family of sorts. But not the most conventional family but a loving one nonetheless. And wasn't convention usually thrown out the window for love anyway? Remus watched his new fiance, 20 years his junior, play with his son, who did not call her mother. This was Hermione's doing, of course. She insisted that Teddy called her Hermione and Remus had to admit that he appreciated this. Hermione did not want to assume Tonks' position in Teddy's life. He knew who his mother was - he knew she was a brave, brilliant witch who died fighting the evil Voldemort. He also knew that his daddy loved Hermione very much and, as a result, so did Teddy.

"Alright young man, go with daddy to get dressed for Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny and Uncle Ron while I put away my work things."

Remus lifted Teddy into his arms and carried him away, while Hermione lifted her briefcase and mountains of parchment. After the war, she had finished her NEWTS, passing with flying colours as everyone but herself suspected. For 2 years she had been working in the Ministry in the Muggle Relations department, while Remus stayed at home with Teddy. Hermione's heart swelled as she recalled Remus' insistence that she begin a career; "I can't keep that brain to myself….as much as I'd like to." The career ladder was moving quickly for Hermione. Her dedication and keen mind were proving invaluable as she went from strength to strength in her job.

Just as she managed to hide away the parchment, the door burst open and in marched Harry, Ginny and Ron, all laughing and smiling, carrying food and Firewhisky for the night's events.

"Hermione!" cried Ginny, running over to give her friend a hug while Harry and Ron waited their turns.

Remus entered the room, Teddy by his side, greeting his guests with a happy laugh, shaking both Harry's and Ron's hands and kissing Ginny's cheek.

The awkwardness was almost gone now, and Hermione could not be more glad of it. Things had not been perfect at first, and the resentment still lingered, particularly with Ron. He hid it well, but Hermione saw his covert glances at Remus, the occasional scowl and too loud laugh. They had, of course, not announced their relationship immediately. They themselves had not been sure it was a relationship and Remus refused to push Tonks from his life too quickly - he took the time to grieve her; he still loved her after all. Often Hermione contemplated on the fact that he still did, but she did not mind. He loved her too, and that was all she cared about. The last thing she wanted to do was resent him for something so natural.

Ron had not reacted well to the announcement of their being a couple, a year after the war finished. He had stormed out of the room without a word, only a glare, leaving a stunned and open-mouthed Harry in his wake.

"W-when? How?"

Hermione had not told them of her trip to the past. Too many awkward questions would arise and she wished to avoid concern for her sanity. No, she told Harry, Ron and Ginny nothing, other than that she and Remus had grown closer in the aftermath of the war. It was better that way.

Ron had come around, as Hermione had hoped but it was slowly. She had shouted at Ron (Ronald Weasley, would you stop being such an inconsiderate arse!"), cried, comforted by an uncertain Harry, who was still unused to the idea of Hermione with Remus. "It's great, Hermione, honestly. Isn't it just a bit…weird?" Hermione had laughed then and told him no, it was perfectly natural and Harry accepted it, as a good friend would. She had needed that.

It was only recently that Ron had come to terms with Remus and Hermione being together. After a sharp talking to from Harry, and a slap on the ear from his sister, he apologised, red eared and bashful but still not entirely happy. Hermione understood - she was patient enough to wait for the time when he finally realised she and Remus were serious and his disgust would fade. Mrs Weasley, however, was still holding back her congratulations. Ron swore she was happy, but Harry had told her in an undertone that Mrs Weasley was sure Ron and Hermione were supposed to be engaged, not Remus and Hermione. She would come around, Hermione was sure of it.

And here they were, 5 years after the war - Voldemort was defeated and the magical world was still repairing itself but everything was almost right between Remus and Hermione. They had a while to go before perfection and complete acceptance but, well, they had the time, didn't they?

The End!

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