Disclaimer: Characters and Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, not me, no matter how much I want them to.

A/N: This is my seventh published fanfic. Just a one shot based on the song 'Love' from Disney's Robin Hood. I hadn't originally intended this to be an old age fic, but it just felt right. The song is beautiful; I'd recommend giving it a listen.

Hermione gripped Ron's hand and felt a reassuring squeeze. She sighed contently. The elderly couple were sat on their porch swing, gently rocking back and forth. They looked out onto the horizon and saw the sun setting low in the sky. The crickets were humming nearby and Hermione could still hear the trickling of the stream at the bottom of the garden. Hermione turned her head towards Ron and smiled. At a grand age of 80, Ron's hair was no longer red, but a handsome grey. Of course, Hermione's hair was no longer the rich brown it had been in her youth, yet the curls remained. As if he felt his wife's gaze, Ron turned and smiled at her. Hermione took in her husbands' aged features and remembered the first day they had met. It seemed like only yesterday she had met the red haired boy with dirt on his nose. And now he was all grown up. She turned her attention back to the sun set and rested her head back onto Ron's shoulder, still slowly rocking in the chair. Her head was filled with memories of three headed dogs, giant snakes, werewolves, dragons, of time turners and misty veils, white tombs and great battles. The memories faded from their school days to their wedding, the birth of their two children, the birth of their grand-children and first great grand-child. Oh, how fast those moments flee. Once they had watched a lazy world go by, but now the days seem to fly. Hermione watched the moon rise and felt Ron's thumb rubbing circles on the back of her hand. Life is brief, she thought sadly, but when it's gone, love goes on and on. She knew that even after their death their love would live and last through their children and their children's children and so on.

'Oh Ron, what a beautiful night, I wish it would never end.'

She felt Ron kiss the top of her head lightly and put his arm around her. Sighing contently, Hermione closed her eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.