Disclaimer: Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione belong to JKR. Lily is Harry and Ginny's daughter, therefore, Lily belongs to JKR. Hugo is Ron and Hermione's son, therefore, Hugo belongs to JKR. I am not JKR, therefore, Lily and Hugo do not belong to me. Logic makes me sad…

A/N: I shall ask only one thing of you, my lovely readers. If you don't like the fact that this is about a romance between cousins, don't read. I really don't need to have people flame me for writing about something they find disgusting. I think this pairing is cute. Maybe I can convert you. (Come to dark side… )

The funny (and only slightly disturbing) thing about this story is the fact that it's loosely based off my real life cousins, whom we shall call Brett and Andrea. In fact, the title is a quote from my uncle to the two of them. Hehe.

Now, this first bit is just the prologue, an introduction to the friendship between our two Weasleys. This will end up being a short multichapter about how this beautiful friendship becomes a romance. I hope you enjoy it, and please review and tell me what you think!

When he was three, she was two.

Back then, their mothers used to use each other as babysitters, so they saw each other nearly every day.

He read her books as she listened intently.

She drew him pictures of them together.

Their older siblings didn't want them to mess with their games, so they usually went outside and played pretend together.

Whenever they ate together, they insisted on sitting next to each other and always shared their food, despite the efforts of their mothers.

And when it came time to say goodbye, they always gave each other the biggest hugs.

They called each other their best friend.

When he was five, she was four.

Nothing had changed. Not really.

They still saw each other nearly every day.

He still read her books as she listened intently, but now he actually read the words instead of making up a story to go with the pictures, and she would interrupt with comments sometimes.

She still drew him pictures of them together, except now they actually looked like people, with hair and big eyes and red smiles, always holding each other's stick hands.

Their older siblings now let them play their games with them sometimes, but the two still preferred playing outside, where they could pretend they were traveling through time, playing Quidditch, defeating Voldemort, or just playing house. He would always be the daddy, and she would be the mommy. After looking through some old pictures one day with their mommies, she even talked him into pretending to get married. She wore her prettiest dress and he found some funny looking clothes that were much too big for him. They held hands and kissed at the end, just like people are supposed to when they get married.

Whenever they ate together, they still insisted on sitting next to each other. And they still shared food, but they were more sly about it, sneaking favorites back and forth.

And when it came time to say goodbye, they still always gave each other the biggest hugs.

They called each other their best friend in the whole wide world.

When he was ten, she was nine.

Some things had changed, but some hadn't.

Since they were older, they saw each other whenever they wanted to, which was typically every day.

Since they both could read, he usually didn't read to her, except when they had sleepovers at each other's houses; then he would always read her a story before bed, lying together in the same bed so they both could see the pictures. Sometimes they fell asleep like that, but their mothers always cooed and smiled and put blankets over them.

Since he didn't like drawing very much, she didn't draw very much either. Sometimes when they spent a long period of time – like a week – away from each other though, she would write him a letter and draw a picture of the two of them playing together on the back.

Since their older siblings were all at Hogwarts, they got to do whatever they wanted. Sometimes they still played pretend, either inside or outside. Outside, they'd still pretend to play Quidditch or fight against Voldemort or other evil monsters. Inside, she'd talk him into playing house, which typically involved a mix of dress-up, baking treats, and being the parents of imaginary children.

Whenever they ate together, they were the only children there, so of course they sat next to each other. And they actually were much better at hiding the fact that they slid each other different foods under the table.

And when it came time to say goodbye, they always hugged for the longest time.

They called each other their best friend in the whole wide world forever and ever.

When he was eleven, she was ten.

He was old enough to go to Hogwarts, and she wasn't.

They spent every waking second of the last week of August together and even talked their mothers into letting them have four sleepovers that week. On September 1st, they sat next to each other on the car ride to the station. His mother pushed his trolley for him, letting him walk next to her and hold her hand. After passing through the barrier and seeing the Hogwarts Express, she burst into tears, and he hugged her. They didn't leave each other's arms until the last possible second, shouting promises to write back and forth.

She stayed there with her parents, aunts, and uncles until the train was out of sight. Then she wiped away her tears and sniffled, cuddling back into the warm and comforting embrace of her mother.

She felt lonely never seeing him.

Sometimes she would read his favorite books, just because.

She did write to him every other day. Sometimes she even drew pictures on the back.

Her friends would come over to play sometimes. Their mommy and her mommy were best friends, and she liked playing with them. But they weren't her best friend in the whole wide world forever and ever.

And they never had sleepovers. Because they were boys and they were too old for sleepovers, Mommy said.

Come meal time, she would hardly touch his favorite foods until Mommy told her she had to. The taste of them reminded her of him, and she told him so in her letters.

Sometimes she wished that he could come home and hug her, just to make her feel better.

After all, Hugo was Lily's best friend.