"I've always thought she'd be a part of the family." Molly whispered to Arthur's ear while watching all of them at the backyard.

"What do you mean? We've kind of adopted her now so she practically is." Arthur replied before sipping at his coffee.

"Not in that sense. I mean, I've always imagined her marrying Ronald and carry the name Weasley." Arthur sighed, knowing how long Molly had been dreaming of that day.

Molly had been very fond of Hermione Granger. Being her son's girl best friend, she had always thought she would get together with him eventually. Patiently, she watched her, Ron, and Harry grow-up altogether, not wanting to leave each other.

After the Final Battle, the Golden Trio decided to move out of the Burrows and get a flat of their own at Diagon Alley. Molly didn't want at first, trying to convince them that it's still not safe. But to her disappointment, her argument was once again (just like what happened with the Twin's case) dismissed.

Flashback

"Mom, we're THE Golden Trio. We can handle ourselves now!" Ron spat out, trying to reason with his mother.

"Nonsense! You lot are still young! Still eighteen! You still need supervision!" Molly said back, trying to hold back the tears that are trying to breakthrough her eyes.

"We'll be here for dinner three times a week, if you want?"

"That's not the same!"

Hermione sighed. She looked at Harry who was sitting beside. Both were wishing that they are not a part of the awkward situation that they were currently in. But their wishes were not granted as when Ron suddenly faced them and whispered, "Help me!"

"Mrs. Weasley we—,"

"Call me Molly, dear." Molly interrupted.

"Uhm, er, Molly, we really think this is for our good. Ron and Harry can get to their academy faster, and I'll be near to St. Mungo's too. And we really think we can handle this independence thing that Ron desperately needs." Hermione explained in a hopeful voice.

Ron, despite what Hermione said about his lack of independence, nodded his head. Harry still sitting in silence.

Molly sighed and sat at the loveseat behind her together with Arthur. She knows even though she'll put up a fight, they'll still move out. She looked at the three children (in her eyes) that was waiting for her answer in front of her.

"Fine," she finally said. The trio's face lit up in excitement. "But," Molly continued. "You lot will be here three times a week for dinner. "

"Thanks, Mom!"Ron said at the same time Hermione and Harry said, "Thanks, Molly!"

END FLASHBACK

It's a Saturday, and the trio is in the Burrow to eat dinner. They were stronger than ever. They know exactly what each other needs. They had a strong bond that could equal the bond Fred and George has.

Ron and Hermione didn't pursue the romantic field that everyone was hoping they would have. They were better as best friends, they said. They did talk about it once. Ron thought he was jealous with Krum when they were in their fourth year, and Hermione thought she was jealous with Lavender when they were in their sixth year. Turns out, it was just because they were too over-protective over each other. They didn't notice that both did the exact reaction when Harry dated Cho in their fifth year.

"This is all you two do." Hermione said as she rolled her eyes.

"It's really enjoyable!" Harry and Ron exclaimed, not even looking at her. Both too engrossed at the very intense game that they were having

"Barbaric? Yes! Boring? Uh-huh! Enjoyable? Hm, don't think so." She replied hastily.

"You know what's boring, huh? You always have you face buried under your books!" Ron spat out.

"You only like playing with Harry because you always win!" Hermione snapped. When both boys finally looked at her, she just stuck her tongue out. The three of them stared at each other for a minute and then they burst out laughing. They like arguing with each other over obtuse things.

Molly was still staring at her, but her focus suddenly shifted to a certain twin. Fred was staring at her too. He's not even blinking. Molly sighed, and took a last sip on her mug of coffee before placing it down on the table.

She'll be Weasley, she thought. She knows.