Happy Mother's Day everyone! I want to dedicate this to my own mother whose been such a solid figure in my life - I could never begin to thank her enough.

Epilogue

Two weeks later Charlie and Hermione sat on a blanket in the lush green grass. A breeze pleasantly blew, lightly rustling the leaves in the trees. They both luxuriated in the sun cheerfully. Charlie animated relayed first hand stories about his great-great uncle and aunt as they sat facing the couple's modest headstones. They were both quiet for a moment, not realizing that they both were deeply considering the dates on the tomb stones. Darin was a few years older than his wife. But the neither paid much attention to that. Both were transfixed on the second date on each of the stones... Mr. MacDowell's not even a month after the Mrs. Hermione was hit by the bitter sweetness of the legendary Darin MacDowell giving in to the afterlife so soon after his wife. She sighed and buried her head in Charlie's shoulder.

They would love you," Charlie whispered, kissing her forehead chastely. Hermione snuggled closer, intertwining their hands, silently expressing how much she hoped they would. Lightly, with intense happiness, Charlie played with the gorgeous ring on her left hand. The same one MacDowell had given his one true, bite you in the ass, soul shaking love when they weren't much younger than themselves.

"Come one love mum's expecting us." Charlie stood, and held out a hand to help her up. She groaned low and shot him a pleading look. "Come on." He urged with a laugh. Whining softly, she let him pull her to her feet.

"Ever since last week she's been staring from me to you to my hand over and over crying." Hermione grumbled emptily as she helped fold their blanket. Charlie just grinned, knowing Hermione was secretly as thrilled as his mother that she'd soon join the family as an official Weasley.

"Just wait until after the honeymoon. She'll have baby fever." Charlie teased, outright laughing at the horrified look on her face. Lightly, he kissed her as they finished folding the blanket.

"I love you, Miss Hermione Granger," He whispered against her lips.

"And I love you, Mr. Charles Weasley," she responded, smiling into his kiss as he eagerly deepened it.

I can't believe its over... Thank you all so much for your support and reading through to the end! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! If any of you had any ideas you'd like to see (challenges, requests, ect) I'd love to hear them!

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