Hermione woke gently and didn't move a millimeter as she became aware of her surroundings. 

She was resting her head on Ron's right shoulder. His chin was atop her head and Hermione could feel his slow, steady breathing. Ron's right arm was wrapped around Hermione's body and she could feel his fingertips brushing against the skin at her waist. 

Their legs were intertwined in a complicated tangle of limbs. Hermione's right arm had found it's way up the front of Ron's shirt through the night. Her folded hand was laid lightly on Ron's chest. Her other arm was folded against her stomach. It was in moments like these that Hermione felt the most loved and protected.

The smell of thawing winter was drifting in through the bedroom windows that Ron insisted upon keeping open because he liked the smell. Hermione had a warming charm placed around every opening so the couple wouldn't freeze overnight.

When Hermione felt Ron begin to stir she said to him, "Don't move," her whispered words tickled Ron's jaw. 

Ron was unable to keep the smirk out of his voice when he asked, "Why?"

"Because," Hermione snuggled closer to him. "I don't want this moment to end."

But Ron did move. He had shuffled down so they were now facing one another. 

"If I could freeze this moment for you, I would," Ron whispered against her lips.

"I think you're doing just fine," Hermione replied breathlessly. 

Because Ron had just begun to lead kisses from the crown of Hermione's forehead to her jaw.  He continued to leave soft lingering pecks accompanying every piece of Hermione's skin. She felt her breath hitch in her throat when he began to nibble on her earlobe. 

"No, Ron, we mustn't," Hermione began. But she made no real effort to stop the love bites from being left on her neck. 

Ron had pulled down the thin strap to Hermione's shirt and was now working his way down from her shoulder to her fingertips. 

Hermione's breast was heaving as his lips moved to her stomach. In one fluid motion Hermione had flipped the both of them and she was now straddling Ron. His eyes grew wide in surprise but melted into a haughty smirk as Hermione bend down over him.

Hermione was still breathing heavily as she ran her thumb across Ron's lips. She felt his strong confident fingers slide up her legs and latch onto her midriff. 

Then tantalizingly slow Hermione lifted Ron's shirt off of him. She then ran her fingers down his chest. Hermione saw pinpricks shoot up on his arms. She left one fleeting kiss, soft as a feather on his mouth.

Next, with sturdy deliberate force, Hermione placed kiss after kiss on Ron's bare skin, working her way down. She felt Ron tremble as her teeth scraped against his jaw. He let out a muffled groan escape as she began to nip at his collarbone.

As Hermione worked with her lips, Ron was running his fingers up and down Hermione's back. Each touch sent shivers shooting up her spine. As Hermione reached the dip of Ron's hip bone he let out a moan of frustration and wrenched Hermione up so they were against staring into each other's eyes. 

There was a brief moment where they both drank in the expression of the other. But then in a strained whisper Ron said, "You're so sexy it kills me."

That was all it took to break the tension. In an unsaid agreement they devoured each other's lips hungrily.  Clothing was discarded quickly in the heat of passion. Whist the couple was snogging passionately they had shifted so now Ron was hovering over Hermione in nothing but his boxers. The straps to Hermione's undergarments were slipping and neither made a move to fix them. 

Hermione moaned into Ron's mouth which sent his mind into a frenzy. Then the rest of the barriers were broken. 

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(time skip to a little bit later. thinking of the children)

Ron and Hermione laid in bed covered by nothing but a thin sheet. Ron had his arm draped around his wife's shoulders. They both were attempting to subtly catch their breath. 

"You should take the day off," Ron said.

"Why?" Hermione asked dreamily. 

"So we can do that again!" Ron exclaimed. 

"Don't you have work?" Hermione questioned.

"I'll get George to cover my shift." Ron shrugged easily.

"No," Hermione murmured. "You already told him you would run the shop today. Besides it's a Hogsmeade weekend for the Hogwarts students. McGonagall wrote asking you not to sell too many Skiving Snackboxes to them."

"But why would I go to work when I could lay in bed with you all day?" Ron asked his voice chirpy.

"We have two children." Hermione reminded. She stood up taking the sheet either to conceal her body. 

"C'mon 'Mione!" Ron begged. "Please?"

Hermione was already digging for some clothes in her dresser. "You have to be at the shop by nine." She was in the doorway to the bathroom. "But I am going to take the day off and spend it with my family."

An hour and a half later the Granger-Weasley family emerged from their home. Hermione was wearing a pair of acid-washed jeans, a faded green trench coat, and a white blouse. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her natural curls cascading down her back. She paired the outfit with light brown ankle boots and a Hugo strapped to her chest in a Moby Wrap. 

Her son was wearing a green onesie with a shamrock on it and some false denim pants. Rose bounded between her parents happily. Her ginger curls were sparkling in the morning sun. She wore a white jumpsuit with patterns of tangled green ivy decorating it. Her dark blue shoes matched the puffy jacket she wore to combat the chilly March air.

Ron shivered as the family walked into town. He was wearing black dress pants a white button-up shirt and an emerald green tie. 

"You should have worn the jacket." Hermione chastised lightly.

"I'm not wearing the jacket," Ron replied instantly.   

In honor of Saint Patricks Day, George had sent Ron a lime green sports coat covered in glitter. With a note attached that read: for work ;) 

"But George wanted you to wear it," Hermione sighed as they reached the shop. 

"I don't care what George wants. I'm not wearing the stupid jacket." Ron replied unlocking the door. 

Hermione pursed her lips but didn't say anything. 

But Ron kept going as they walked inside. "If George has a problem with that he can go suck a-" Hermione shot her husband an exasperated look. "-a popsicle." 

Hermione put herself in charge of the register. Ron was checking the stock in the back and giving the two other employees their instructions for the day. Hogsmeade weekends were a big deal. When Hermione saw students trickling into the streets she called for her husband. 

Ron came out of the backroom with Rose on his shoulders. "Yes?"

"You promise to keep her with you at all times?" Hermione questioned.

"Of course." Ron sighed. "It's not like I'd let her run around when the shop is going to be this busy."

Hermione waved her wand towards the backroom entrance. From the wood on either side of the doorway a baby gate appeared. "If you need a break you can put her back there."

This made Rose clutch tighter to her father. "I think she's happy up there." Ron chuckled.

Just then a group of second-year boys came running into the shop. Then like a tidal wave students poured through the doorway. The first person to recognize Hermione was a fifth-year girl and her friends. 

The shop was hushed as everyone recognized the woman who ran the Ministry behind a cash register in muggle clothes. Hermione just looked down at Hugo who sleeping against her chest and whatever trance that had fallen over the children broke. 

A large group of girls sat next to the register and kept peppering Hermione with questions. But they weren't questions about be the most powerful person in the wizarding world. Or the fact that she was the first woman to do so. They asked Hermione questions about Harry Potter. Her family and wanted to talk about her kids. 

"Are you still friends with Harry Potter?" One girl asked. She had shimmering blonde hair.

Hermione had finished ringing up a boy who bought five nosebleed nougats. "Yeah, Harry and I great friends."

"How often do you see him?" Hermione couldn't identify who asked the question. 

"Well, we eat at lunch together most days. His wife Ginny joins us as well." 

"Ginny Potter?" One of there girls were standing and looking at her friends annoyed. But the mention of Ginny peaked her interest. "You mean the woman who was a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies?"

"The very same," Hermione smiled. "She is also the sports editor for the Daily Prophet."

"Wicked," the girl muttered flicking her braid over his shoulder. 

"What's your name?" Hermione asked. 

The girl looked taken aback. "Ah- er- I'm Anastasia. Anastasia Padgie. Slytherin House."

Hermione smiled and nodded writing the name down. "I'll have Ginny put a good word in for you if you're looking for a spot on the team."

The girl's face could have split she was smiling so widely. "Thank you!"

Hermione nodded kindly and before she could be interrogated anymore she walked into the back room. She lurked in there until the girls left. 

Ron walked in to see Hermione bouncing Hugo on her hip. He quirked his eyebrows at her. "Hiding?"

"It's not easy being as famous as me," Hermione said back playfully. 

Ron was now carried Rose in his arms. He kissed Hermione on the forehead. "One day, we'll have a quiet life."

Hermione barked out a laugh. "Right!" 

Ron smiled. "Tonight is definitely not going to be quiet."

"Ronald!" Hermione gasped swatting his arm. 

Ron flinched. "I meant the party!" 

Hermione's cheeks rendered. "Oh, sorry. But you're right."

"We can party hard. Shell Cottage. Where the Weasley family lives it up." Ron smirked. 

"If by party hard you mean we all sit on couches get really drunk then you're right." Hermione laughed. 

"It will be nice not to worry about the kids for a night," Ron said stroking Hugo's head.

"Your poor mother." Hermione sighed. "Well at least my parents are watching Rose and Hugo. I hope everyone doesn't dump their children at the burrow."

"She likes a challenge, mum does," Ron said. "We better get back out there."

Hermione nodded and followed Ron back out to the front of the shop. 

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"Thank you!" Hermione called as she and Ron walked out the door. "We'll come to get them around eleven tomorrow!"

"Don't fret." Jean smiled kissing Hermione's cheek. "We'll see you two tomorrow."

Ron shook hands with Hermione's father before they stepped outside. Then gripping his fingers the pair appeared to a small home on a beach outside of Tinworth. 

The sun was setting against the ocean it was breathtakingly beautiful. They walked inside to find the rest of the couples already there.

"Oh finally!" Ginny shouted. She ran up to Hermione and embraced her tightly. 

"What do you mean finally?" Hermione questioned after she let go of Ginny. 

"We were waiting for you to start drinking," Audrey informed as she helped Fleur pull the many bottles of intoxicating drink onto the coffee table.

Hermione heard Ron laugh as he saw how the furniture that was set up in the sitting room. Couches and armchairs were in a tight circle around the booze-filled table. The only empty seat was an armchair and the spot where Ginny was sitting. 

"Where are we supposed to sit?" Ron questioned as they walked into the circle. 

"You can sit in the chair," Ginny grinned as she pulled Hermione down next to her. 

Bill and Charlie were filling crystal glasses, once they were handed out Percy held his glass in the air. 

"A toast!" He shouted. 

"TO A NIGHT WITH NO KIDS!" George hooted. They all shouted their agreements and drank.

"I mean not to brag or anything," Bill began. "But I speak fluent French now."

"Yeah!" Ron scoffed. "Right!"

"I can!" Bill shouted. 

"Okay," Ginny said putting her almost untouched glass down with a thump and leaning forward. "Prove it."

Bill made a big show of clearing this throat and correcting his posture. He then let out a string of slurred french sounding gibberish. 

Everyone looked at Fluer who shook her head. 

"HA!" Charlie shouted pointing a finger at Bill. "Fake!"

Bill's face reddened and he stared at Chalire before bellowing, "JE PETE DANS VOTRE DIRECTION GENERALE!"

Everyone looked at him confused and Fleur looked as if someone had hit her over the head with a kettle.

"What did he say?" Harry asked.

"Something about Charlie's general direction," Hermione answered. "I think."

"Boys are weird," Angelina said. 

"I agree," Ginny said clinking her glass to Angelina's.  

When Angelina downed the rest of her fire-whiskey Ginny didn't touch her gin. Angelina gave her a quizzical look before shrugging and pouring herself another drink.

Harry gave Ginny's leg a pat and stood "Bathroom," He muttered before walking away. 

Ginny nodded and began listening to the story that Audrey had launched into about a rude American woman who had told her that she shouldn't have a nose ring.

After a while when Angelina had downed at least four glasses of various alcohol and Ginny was still working on her first drink.  

"OH MY GOD!" Angelina shrieked. "GINNY'S PREGNANT!" 

The room went deadly quiet and Ginny's cheeks flushed. 

Charlie gave her a deadpan look. "Really? Again?"

"Yeah," George agreed. "Would it kill you two to keep off each other?"

"Please," Ginny scoffed. "If you were having the sex I have you wouldn't be able to leave your bed."

"Where is Harry anyway?" Ron asked. 

"Yeah! Where is he?" George agreed. "We could go beat him up."

"You're not beating my husband up," Ginny said her voice almost bored. 

"Baby sister!" George shouted as if it was an argument. 

"Don't take your frustration out on my husband because you don't know how to please your own woman." Ginny bit back. "No offense Ange."

George looked absolutely flabbergasted. He slumped back into his seat. "She gets mean when she's pregnant."

"She's mean all the time," Ron muttered. 

"Oh don't get me started on you Ronald," Ginny said waving her finger at him. 

Ron cringed back in his seat away from his sister's wrath. "What I meant to say is that you're a rainbow full of sweets all the time."

That made people laugh and the tension in the room eased as people broke off in smaller groups to gossip. 

Once Ginny was sure that no one was looking at her she turned to Hermione. "Where  is  Harry?"

"I saw him go outside." Hermione murmured. "He buried Dobby here."

Ginny nodded and sipped her glass which was now full of water.

Eventually Harry came back inside. People slowly stopped talking and looked from Ginny to Harry. Ginny grinned up at him sheepishly. 

"You told them didn't you?" Harry asked looking at her.

"Angie figured it out!" Ginny defended. "So if you're going to get mad at anyone get mad at her! Fucking Sherlock."

"We were supposed to tell them together." Harry sighed, but he was smiling so Ginny knew that he wasn't mad. 

Ginny cleared her throat and stood next to him. "Everyone! Harry and I are having another baby!"

When the room was quite Harry said. "This is the part where you guys act like you're happy for us and that Ginny didn't already tell you."

They all laughed and clapped offering their congratulations. 

Harry then down pulled Ginny onto his lap. "See, that wasn't so hard."

"I know," Ginny smiled. She slowed her voice a wiggled around his lap so she was now facing him. She cupped his cheek. "Are you doing okay?"

"I've never been better," Harry whispered taking her hand and kissing each of her fingertips. 

Hermione stretched in her seat and walked over to Ron. She held out her hand. "Come with me."

"Why?" Ron asked. But he took it anyway. 

"Grab our coats," Hermione whispered. 

She snuck a bottle of wine as they disappeared out to the back garden. Once safely outside she linked her fingers with Ron.

"Where are you taking me?" Ron questioned amused. 

"We're going on a date," Hermione answered. 

They shuffled down the rocky hill until they were on the beach. The sand was still slightly warm from baking in the sun all day, but a cool breeze was rolling off the sea bringing the smell of salt and the taste of summer. 

Then with a sweeping wave of her wands thousands of candles appeared. In the middle of them, all was a blanket and two glasses. 

Ron stopped them short and picked Hermione up. "Ron!" She giggled. "What are you doing?"

"If you get to be romantic then so do I," Ron replied carrying her until they were on the blanket.

He flopped down with Hermione still cradled against him. She swept some of the hairs that fell into his eyes. 

"I love you," Hermione whispered. 

"And I love you." Ron smiled. He bent down until their lips met.

In the night Ron and Hermione sat one breezy beach locked in a tender embrace.

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