A/N: Well, here it is. Over a year and finally-the last chapter. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed writing this story (with the exception of my little hissy fit) and that so many people liked it. I dedicate this last chapter to everyone who took the time to read my little piece of insanity and hung in there through the whole thing. Until the sequel. : )



"Noah, please you stop pulling at your collar." Hermione said to her son for the third time.

Fred grinned to himself so Hermione wouldn't notice and curse him. The way her hormones had been lately, she was likely to turn him into a frog. Or worse.

It wasn't all her fault though. She always got a little nuts when she was pregnant. This was the third (and according to her, the last) time and she was absolutely miserable. Both times before, she had delivered before summer. Now here it was, mid August and the hottest Britain had seen in a century. So naturally she was livid that she had to be pregnant during it.

"Fred, will you do something with him? I have to go help Maddie." Hermione deposited their two year old son in his lap while she went to help their daughter, four year old Madeline, get her flower girl dress on.

As Hermione had said, Noah was pulling ferociously at the collar of his shirt in an attempt to loosen it. He looked pitifully up at Fred with puppy eyes so reminiscent of his own, he couldn't resist. Remembering the spell he had used on Fleur's bridesmaid's dresses five years earlier, he applied the same principle to his son's shirt. Like that spell, it allowed him to get rid of the collar altogether, but only he and Noah could see it. Everyone else, especially Hermione, would still see the collar.

At once, his son smiled and hugged him fiercely. Fred began to tickle him until Hermione came back in and ordered them to stop.

"You look beautiful." he told his wife. She needed to her that a lot these days. She was still two months from her due date and already was bigger than she had been with either Noah or Maddie. His mother kept teasing that she would have twins, but the healers insisted it was just one, very healthy baby girl.

Hermione raised a skeptical eyebrow at her husband but said nothing. She was very sensitive about the size of her stomach and the less said about it, the better. She was just glad her dress was dark red and not some horrid fluorescent color like she had feared.

Fred's eyes ticked to his little girl and he smiled. "You too honey." He kissed her on the head and she held her arms out for him to pick her up. Her little dress was pale yellow with a red sash to match the bridesmaids' gowns.

He had to admit, he was a very lucky man.

Hermione was eying him critically. "What?"

She shook her head. "I think you should have cut your hair."

Fred, in turn, shook his head. "No. We've been over this honey. I like it long."

"I do, too." she assured him. "But it's a wedding."

"It's been long at every wedding since ours. No use cutting it now. Besides, it makes it easier for employees to tell me and George apart." He thought briefly of his brother's decision to cut all his hair off, and felt a brief pang that they were no longer identical.

"Fine. Let's go." she said and took Noah's hand as she led him over to the fireplace.

They came out in the familiar living room of the Burrow, and both kids immediately ran to find their grandparents.

"I'm gonna go check on the groom." Hermione kissed her husband's cheek and started toward the stairs. "Don't let the kids get dirty."

Hermione knocked on Ron's door and Harry's voice answered. She peeked around the door. "Everybody dressed and ready?"

"Dressed, yes. Ready, no." Harry replied. He was sitting on Ron's bed playing with an old deck of Chocolate Frog cards, reminiscent of their first year at Hogwarts.

As for Ron, he was standing in front of the mirror in his dress robes looking very green and sweaty.

"Ron, you okay?" she asked, easing herself slowly onto the bed beside Harry with one hand and supporting her back with the other. Harry reached out to help instinctively.

"No. I can't do this. I'm not ready." Ron answered in a shaky voice.

"Yes, you can. You want to get married, you've said so yourself." Harry reminded him.

"But we're not…" he began. Hermione cut him off. "Luna loves you Ron. She always has. And you care about her. I know you do. You've said yourself you know you'll be happy. It's just cold feet."

"You think?" he asked nervously.

"You bet." Harry assured him.

Ron snorted. "Says the man who's never even been close to marriage." Harry blushed.

"Come to think of it," Ron said, "when's the last time you had a date?"

"This isn't about me." Harry said quickly. "It's your wedding day."

Ron continued to study his reflection. His dress roes, black with red trim at Luna's request, fit him perfectly. Slowly, the green tinge to his skin faded, and he began to look more like himself.

"I can't believe I'm the last one in my family to get married." Ron said. He turned and came to sit on the other side of Hermione. The three of them were up against the wall, in the same order they used to study in.

But they weren't at Hogwarts anymore. The card's aside, it was hard to believe they were the same 'Golden Trio' that had started first year twelve years prior.

Harry looked at the card in his hand, then to Hermione's stomach, and finally to Ron's hand, which was clutching the wedding bands, and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Just thinking about how things have turned out. Who would have thought you'd get married before me?" he said to Ron.

"Hey! I'll have you know I'm an excellent catch. " Ron replied indignantly.

"To Luna." Harry muttered.

"Be nice." Hermione told him.

Harry patted her large tummy. "Don't you have enough people to boss around?"

She stuck her tongue out at him, causing both boys to erupt into fits of laughter. "Honestly." she murmured.

Ron picked at his robes between chuckles. "Red. She had to pick red."

"At least you're not wearing jeans." Hermione said.

"I wish." Ron said. A few minutes later he added, "I still can't believe Fred was the first to get married. And to have kids." He too patted Hermione's stomach fondly.

"Would you two knock that off! I swear that's the worst part of being pregnant. Suddenly my stomach is public property. I can't wait for you two to have kids jut so you'll have other tummies to rub. I'm not a Buddha you know."

"Who?" they asked simultaneously.

"Never mind."

"Harry mate, no prospects?" Ron quirked an eyebrow at his friend, who began to blush again.

"Who?" Hermione demanded.

"You'll find out soon enough." he said mysteriously.


He shook his head stubbornly. "Today is about Ron and Luna. But believe me, this time next year-we'll all be married." Despite Ron and Hermione prodding, he refused to say any more on the subject.

They were still teasing him when Mrs. Weasley poked her head into the room. She fell silent before they even realized she was there. In her mind, she was seeing the three little eleven year olds that stepped of the Hogwarts Express. Then she blinked and they were gone, replaced by the three young adults they really were. "You lot planning to come down anytime today?"

Ron looked up at his mother. "As soon as we get Harry to tell us about this girl he's been seeing." He grinned evilly.

All the blood drained from Harry's face at once. Now that Mrs. Weasley knew he was seeing someone, he'd never get a moment's peace.

"What girl?" she demanded.

"He won't say." Hermione smirked, obviously enjoying Harry's torment as much as Ron.

Mrs. Weasley grabbed Harry's hand and all but dragged him from the room in a barrage of questions. He shot filthy looks at his friends over his shoulders. They laughed hysterically as Ron helped Hermione to her feet.


"What's Mum on about to Harry?" Fred asked Hermione as they danced.

Hermione looked over to where her mother-in-law was jabbering away at a mile a minute to poor Harry who hadn't had a moment's peace since the ceremony ended. He had already disowned Ron and Hermione both.

"It seems Harry has finally found a girl he wants to settle down with, but he won't say who." she replied.

"Bout time." Fred muttered. "I was starting to worry about him."

Hermione giggled and snuggled against him as much as her stomach would allow. She looked over to where Maddie was dancing around the floor on Ron's feet. Much to George's protest, he had quickly become the favorite uncle of all the kids, and Maddie in particular adored her 'Uncle Ronny.' Ron lifted her off his feet into his arms and swung her around, causing her to giggle delightedly. Hermione smiled. He was going to be such a good dad.

She scanned for Noah and discovered him absorbed in watching Bill and Charlie play Exploding Snap, perched excitedly on Charlie's knee. She sighed. They would have to play at a wedding.

"Sickle for your thoughts." Fred whispered in her ear.

"Just thinking how lucky I am."

He kissed her temple. "And all because you agreed to my little hair-brained idea."

"It was a good idea." she said.

Fred chuckled. "I think I recall you saying something along the lines of "Are you mad?" and why didn't I ask Angelina?" he teased.

"Well, you really couldn't have expected me to just swoon and say it was a dream come true."

He pondered that for a moment. "Would have been interesting."

She smacked his arm.

"I'm kidding."

She snuggled back against him, content with the peace of having the music waft over them. The she felt Fred grinning against her hair.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Oh nothing." he grinned. "Just thinking."

"About…" she prodded.

With a flourish, he dipped her grandly, causing her to squeal, and kissed her once she was righted back on her feet. "That we should have made use of that mirror over the bed before you made me get rid of it."

Hermione blushed. "Honestly."

"Ah, you know you love me." he whispered, kissing her neck.

"Yeah," she whispered back, "I do."


A/N: There you have it folks. Look for the sequel 'Proof' and the companion piece 'My Only' about Harry and his mystery woman, both coming soon.