A/N: This little ficlet popped into my head one day after hearing Rodney Atkins' "These Are My People." It isn't my best work, but I figured writing it was better than having it floating around in my head. So anyway, here it is. I hope you like it!

Summary:

A short ficlet about our favorite wizarding family. They may not be perfect, but who cares? A general fic with slight R/Hr and H/G romance.


Hermione sat in a chair in the Burrow's backyard, enjoying the peaceful afternoon, knowing they would have to leave it all too soon. It was two days after Bill and Fleur's wedding, during which she and Ron had finally admitted how they felt about each other. At the moment, Ron was locked in an intense chess match with Charlie. He looked up at her and smiled. His smile still gave her butterflies.

Looking around the yard, she saw Ginny playing Exploding Snap with the twins. Mrs. Weasely was standing some distance away with her hands on her hips, occasionally throwing them into the air in exasperation or wagging a finger at her husband, who was looking weary and seemed to be simply waiting for her to finish.

"That'll be you and Ron one day," said a voice in her ear. She turned to see Harry smirking down at her.

"As long as he doesn't start collecting plugs," she laughed as Harry sat down beside her. "I noticed you and Ginny made up."

"You know Ginny," Harry said, staring lovingly at the beautiful redhead, "she won't take no for an answer."

"Harry," said Hermione thoughtfully, "Have you ever thought about how lucky we are?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she continued, "you never knew your parents, and I only see mine a few months out of the year, but we still have a family." She gestured around them.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he answered. Ginny came over and sat on the arm of Harry's chair and put a hand on his shoulder. He placed his hand over hers. "Hey Gin," he said.

Hermione saw Ron walking towards her. She stood and greeted him with a light kiss. Molly had stooped yelling and was now grinning like a young girl while Arthur held her and whispered in her ear. If she and Ron were still that clearly in love in twenty or thirty years, Hermione didn't mind if they were still bickering as well.

Fred and George were talking quietly and looking incredibly suspicious. Hermione sighed, wondering what they could possibly be up to now. She looked around once more at the family she loved as her own. They weren't perfect, but really, perfection was overrated anyway.

A/N: Ok, so like I said, it's not great, but it came to me, so i decided to write it. If you liked it, please review!