Nineteen Years Later

"I told you, 'Mione," Ron's deep, reassuring voice came from behind her. "She's going to be just fine."

"I know, it's just..." Hermione began, still staring at the departing train, "Rose is growing up so fast. I mean, the next time we look up she might well be in her last year at Hogwarts!"

Ron snaked his arms around his wife's waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. Hermione turned and kissed him softly on the lips. Even after all those years since their first kiss, his lips still felt the same: warm, soft, and loving. Their son, Hugo Weasley, noticed his parents kissing and threw them a disgusted look.

"Must you to do that when I'm present?" he asked.

"Consider yourself lucky, Hugo," said Harry. "When we were at school, I had to always get caught in the middle of their bickering."

Hugo shrugged. Hermione choked back a tear, seeing that the Hogwarts Express was now completely out of sight.

"You promised me you weren't going to cry," said Ron, now rocking them gently.

"I never promised."

"I suppose so," he chuckled in response. "You know, we're still young, we can still have more babies." He lowered his voice so only she could hear, "I'd be more than happy to help with that."

"Hm," said Hermione, beaming. She kissed him once more, this time creating an even more unpleasant reaction from their only son. "I love you, Ronald Weasley."

"And I love you too, Hermione Weasley," he responded. "Always have." He brought her left hand up to his mouth, kissing the finger on which her wedding ring rested. "And always will."

Notes: This story is complete for now. Once I see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 again, I might go back and add some chapters. But, anyways, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!