A/N- A four page epilogue to a forty-six page story. Thank you all for reading, a special thanks to those that have reviewed, and I hope you've enjoyed the ride. I didn't know where this story was going when I started it, beyond George and Hermione being a couple obviously, but I'm pretty pleased with it. I have 12 other George/Hermione stories that I'm working on. Look out for me ;-)


Hermione smiled as she watched their twins helping George put up the Christmas tree. Naming them had been difficult. Hermione had wanted unusual names, and George had too. But they weren't sure what. Then George had been reading the Iliad and the Odyssey while she was pregnant and woken her in the middle of the night when she was around 8 months along, "Ares and Apollo!"

She'd blinked at him a few times, "What?"

"We should name the twins Ares and Apollo."

Hermione had lain back down, "Next time you wake me up while I'm pregnant I'm going to make sure we can never have children again." George had just wrapped an affectionate arm over the narrow region between her breasts and belly and kissed her cheek, going to sleep.

But they had named them that. She was glad they had; it suited them both. Sometimes their house felt like a war. She looked at the wedding picture they'd had framed of them when they'd had the kiss at their ceremony. It had been ten years since that day. With two seven-year-olds running around their home life was difficult. When they were babies it was easy. As soon as they were mobile George and Hermione had realized it was two against two. They'd agreed then and there to not have anymore children and Hermione had brewed the complex permanent birth control potion. George had breathed a sigh of relief after that.

As Hermione looked at the pictures of their family she understood his relief that they were done at two. Harry and Ginny had four children now, not including Teddy Lupin; Ron and Lavender had three and she was pregnant with their fourth. Bill and Fleur had two as well but had been talking about having a third. Only Hermione and George had had twins.

That wasn't the only difference to the rest of the Weasleys. Apollo and Ares both had chestnut hair, just like Hermione. Like their dad, however, their hair was straight. Hermione had breathed a sigh of relief over that one. They still had those mischievous blue eyes of their father. And they were every bit the hellions they'd expected.

"Mummy come help!" Apollo called out. Hermione smiled and walked over to her boys, kissing George to a chorus of 'ewwws'.

"If they think that's gross wait until we really start to embarrass them," George smiled before kissing her again as she helped hang the ornaments on the tree. Ever since that first Christmas with her parents when George had helped them decorate the tree he'd insisted that they do the same in their home. He thought it was a fun thing to do together and a way to spend time with the kids.

"Who's gonna put the star on top?" Ares asked, looking up to his parents with pleading eyes.

"Your mum is," George answered, kissing her again.

Hermione smiled into the kiss, "You lifting me up?"

"Well you're lightweight," he winked. She rolled her eyes and George scooped her up so she could put the star on the top of the tree.

"A simple spell could do the trick."

"Less opportunity for me to touch you then though," he pointed out.

That evening while George left to do some things at the shop Hermione sat in her favorite oversized chair with two boys squeezed in with her. "Who's that?" Ares asked, pointing at a picture from the Yule Ball in the photo album they were looking at. The boys' favorite stories were of things their parents had done. Mum might be stern, but she was a rulebreaker at heart too. And a very powerful witch. "He looks funny and he's not Daddy."

"That's Viktor Krum. He was my date for the Yule Ball my fourth year." The boys used photo albums to hear stories about their parents' youth and adventures. They found it very amusing.

They looked up at her, "You dated a Quidditch star?"

"Yes," she said, "he was nice."

"But you hate Quidditch!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I don't hate it, I just find it to be too dangerous. And I prefer football anyway."

"Footy is fun," Apollo admitted.

"Yeah but Quidditch lets you fly on a broomstick!" Ares argued.

"Your father likes both," Hermione said before an argument could break out. Unfortunately both boys had skills with hexing people; George pointed out that said skills belonged firmly to Hermione, much to her chagrin.

"Why didn't you go with Daddy?"

"Because he had his own date," she pointed to Katie Bell, "and we weren't together then. We didn't get together until after my seventh year."

"Mum is prettier," Apollo said, frowning at the other woman.

"No arguments here," both boys ran into their father's arms, "I come in peace boys, sheesh. Did I ruin story time?"

Hermione shook her head and stood, walking over to kiss him, "They dislike Viktor."

"Good so do I," Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "What? He was creeping on you."

"He wasn't creeping on me," she said indignantly, "he was a gentleman."

George rolled his eyes, "Riiiiight," he drawled.

George tucked the boys into their bunk beds, "Daddy why did you marry Mummy?"

"Because life without your mum would be bleak and pointless," George answered. "Plus she's very sexy."

"Ewww!" came the chorus from the beds as their father chuckled.

Apollo looked at his father, "Why did she marry you?"

"My devilish charm and good looks," he answered, "also something about loving me and never wanting to be without me. I didn't listen I was too busy trying to imagine her naked."


Chuckling George turned the lights off, "Good night boys. Love you."

"Love you," they echoed, lying down to sleep.

"What did you do to them to make them yell 'Dad'?"

George watched his wife of ten years and lover for twelve undress, "They asked why you married me and I said that I was too busy trying to imagine you naked to pay attention to your reasons."

She shook her head, though she leaned against him when he appeared behind her, "George you're ridiculous."

"You love it," he whispered into her ear, brushing her hair aside, "ready for another Christmas season?"

"I am," Hermione turned and kissed him, "are you?"

"Always," he ran his hands over her still-slender waist. The women in their family had been jealous of Hermione. She'd been huge during pregnancy, but afterwards her body shrank back to its previous size miraculously and quickly. Often people had thought the newborns were her nephews not actually hers. That had annoyed her to no end. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed, George's hands moving over her body, "I take it you like what you feel," she teased, pulling back.

"I want to get them broomsticks this year," he said.


"Come on Hermione. You know they'll be safe. I won't get them something that will hurt them."

She sighed but nodded, "Okay fine," she kissed him, "I'll let you convince me with your body." George smiled. He was always up for that challenge.

Voldemort himself would have died from the sheer intensity of the Weasley family gatherings. Christmas was the worst. George had decided to give the twins broomsticks and pranks for Christmas. The only caveat was they had to use the pranks at their grandmothers' home and not at theirs. It was the only way Hermione would let him give them the pranks.

She on the other hand, had got them some comic books they'd been wanting. He knew they loved those too. Actually he had the suspicion that if their boys were choosing their favorite present Hermione would win. George slid into his deep blue Weasley sweater. Hermione must have taken her wand to hers, because there was no way his mum sent her a v-neck sweater to show off the swell of her breasts. "I like the improvements," he smiled. He made a mental note to thank his mum for the pink sweater. Hermione looked so good in a soft pink.

"I had a feeling you might," she ran her hand over his cheek, "Should we go see if the boys are ready?"

"I didn't get a glance at their sweaters, did you?"

"Ares' has a dragon on it," she said, "and Apollo's has a phoenix."

George chuckled, "Think she'll ever forgive us for giving them the same first initial?"

"Doubt it," she smiled, leaning in to kiss him, "Our twelfth Christmas together George."

He ran his hands over her bum, "Time flies when you're having fun." She pulled away from him and went to the boys' room to make sure they were dressed. Technically the boys each had their own room. But they enjoyed sharing a room so Hermione didn't push it. It was a twin thing.

"Ready to go into battle?" Hermione asked George as he helped her into her winter coat.

"Yes," he kissed her, "At least this year we've armed them."

"If this is the only battle we ever have to endure again I'm fine with that."

"Me too," he kissed her to hear their boys shout out in disgust. "You think they'd be used to it by now."

Hermione chuckled into his neck before buttoning her coat, "They never will be George. You were grossed out when your parents were caught under that trick mistletoe last year."

"Well yeah but because the trick is you have to snog one another. Speaking of which, I've charmed it to only appear over us this year."

"That sounds good," she smiled. "Ready boys?" They nodded, Ares wrapping his arms around his father's waist while Apollo held onto his mother.

Their living room filled with grandchildren ranging from 10 to 2, the eldest Weasleys looked very pleased with themselves. Hermione gave the vodka bottle to Ron, who added it to the stockpile. "Good. Harry just brought wine the wuss."

Hermione chuckled and kissed Ron on the cheek, "How's Lavender doing? She mentioned her appointment with the Healer was the other day but I haven't seen her since."

"This pregnancy is alot easier than the last one. I'm beginning to think that you and George had the right idea, stopping at two."

"Do you know what she's having?"

"Twin girls," Ron said.

Hermione's eyes widened, "Twins? Well welcome to the club," she shook Ron's hand, "I hope you have Weasley twins a la Fred and George or I might have to hex you."

He smirked, "You're surviving so far."

"Only because George and I are a united front." She noticed that Ron was staring above her head, "Mistletoe attaching George to me?"

"Yeah," he nodded. Please tell me we don't have to see Mum and Dad do that again."

"This year he says he fixed it to just be the two of us." Ron breathed a sign of relief, "I have to find George to make this stop. Do me a favor and keep an eye on the twins?"

"Sure," Ron pointed her in George's direction and she went over to smack her husband upside the head before smiling as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

As George and Hermione sat next to one another on their couch that night, two unconscious boys in their beds, George noticed Hermione was wearing the locket he'd first given her for Christmas all those years ago. "You know, I don't know any other woman who could handle having our twins."

Hermione smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, "I sometimes don't feel able to; without you I don't think I could."

"We're a good team," he said, resting his chin on the top of her head, "tired?

"Exhausted," she sighed, gazing at the fire. Thalia jumped up onto her lap and she stroked the cat's back, "Is the Zonko's purchase complete?"

"It will be on Thursday. We're signing the papers then," he said. "Just imagine, a Hogsmeade location for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

"I'll bet the Hogwarts teachers will be thrilled," she smiled, chuckling.

George nodded, "I don't think they're going to stock a portable swamp. I like being the only one that did that."

"No Hogwarts toilet seats either?"

"Nope," he shook his head, "That was a Weasley twin gag and not even my own sons get to recreate that one." They fell silent, enjoying the fire and their company. They'd come a long way from that night that George had shown up on her doorstep. And one thing was certain; their lives were never dull.