They were like an ever raging storm, complete contrasts which somehow managed to work in unbreakable harmony. She was the quick lightning bolt, sharp and dangerous in a silent way whilst he was the rumbling thunder, big and loud in a way that made everyone notice him. And they contrasted in so many ways that she wondered sometimes if they weren't just a little bit too opposite.

She wanted house elf freedom and was willing to work hard for it, whilst he was quite happy to do as little work as possible and then come home at the end of the day, prop his feet up and spend hours eating fattening muggle snacks like popcorn in front of the television – something she had introduced to the wizarding world single-handedly.

He lorded about; taking pleasure from the way people praised him for helping the Boy-Who-Was-Now-A-Man-Who-Lived-And-Died-And-Lived-Again defeat Lord Voldemort, and taking advantage where he could. She accepted the compliments with a meek modesty that surprised most – they all expected her to be brash and bossy.

She loved to curl up and spend hours poring over a book and processing it in a way no one else really did while he preferred to be outdoors, playing Quidditch or some other wizarding game with Harry and other members of the Weasley-Potter clan.

He had desperately wanted a boy, whereas she had so longed for a little girl. They were both thrilled when they had one of each and decided two was enough – finally something they could agree on.

Sure, they had their fights, but every married couple did. She knew she would love her Ron forever, in the way she had since fourth year and she was content in the knowledge that he would love her in return.