A/N: This has been an amazing journey, thank you all for coming along for the ride. This is going to be my final chapter. Please review, share, love, favourite, follow, this story, and me. I hope you all have enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing.

Disclaimer for a final time: I do not own anything, JKR owns it all.

***NOTE: this chapter does have about a paragraph of smut but I didn't think it needed it too much, so if you're sensitive and would like to skip it, it's part of "Honeymoon"

Epilogue Slideshow

For weeks after Fred had been back, the couple never spent any time apart. Most of their days were spent enjoying each other's' company in their apartment, joined by the occasional visitor, but mainly in their own solitude, learning each other all over again. It was hard for Hermione especially, living away from him all those months on the run, then only having him back for a fleeting moment before being separated almost permanently. Fred told her the odd story of when he would remember something from the other universe, strangely sparking new memories for Hermione that she hadn't lived herself, feeling like a unique sort of déjà vu. They spent a lot of time testing their bond, looking into ways to strengthen it, keep themselves from the agony of it being severed again. It felt comfortable again, it felt right.

After a slow mourning period, life slowly resumed as normal. Fred and Hermione went back to working at the shop, whilst also volunteering to rebuild Hogwarts along with several other classmates and professors when the ministry deemed to reopen. The school would be up and running the next year with McGonagall as headmistress, and Hermione had been granted the privilege to sit the final exams and graduate whenever she was ready, with private tutoring from each professor monthly. She felt as though sitting through classes with the younger students or those her age that were returning, or even living in the castle with everyone, after the war may be too much – being a war hero and McGonagall's favourite student, helped her pull a few strings to ensure she had proper education at her liberty.

The shop was doing better than ever, with a new line of adult only products to satisfy a growing demand, along with the constant flow of children. The world needed a bit of cheer, and as morbid as it seemed, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes really managed to capitalise on the post-war climate.

Fred and Hermione both had issues, occasionally slipping into moments of reverie, or having small bouts of depression. Both suffered from night terrors, the war leaving an impact that ran deeper than their conscious selves. They – along with almost every other friend and family member they had – had both visited with mind healers after the war, together and separately, to help them resolve their issues and acclimatise to this new era. This had lead them to develop another, much smaller, line of products in the shop, focussed on healing and temporary escape, building on the Patented Daydream Charms but using healing techniques to help the user be at peace with their issues. It was vastly popular once the first batch was released, and Hermione, Fred and George had donated all proceeds from these products to a new foundation set up for war torn families, content in knowing that their products would help on a small scale, and a larger one.

Parents

Hermione felt sick. She wasn't sure if it was the portkey travel or the impending task, but something was going to make her breakfast come up. Since they had settled back into a normal routine, Hermione and Fred had been furiously researching ways for her to restore her parents' memories. They'd refused to get married without her parents there to witness, despite pressure from the Weasley matriarch, and had thrown themselves into the research at any spare moment they had. With frequent trips to the ministry to see Kingsley, she and Fred had finally arrived in Australia, with an auror in tow, to attempt to bring her parents back to England with them. The trip was scheduled to take any time between a week and a year, with the trio hoping for the former.

The first week went by with a lot of tears. Hermione was visibly shaken almost every encounter she had with Wendell and Monica Wilkins, running to their temporary home afterwards and sobbing into Fred's waiting arms. Hermione's parents were running a lovely old timey sweet shop in a small corner shop in the suburbs, doubling as their home – much like Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was to George.

After several visits, Hermione began laughing at the nuances that she noticed in these obliviated versions of her parents. Firstly, they seemed as if they didn't belong there at all, with fair skin and the odd sunburn, their British skin was obviously not built for the Australian sun. Secondly, they had the same mannerisms, with the occasional odd look at Hermione and Fred, as if they almost but not quite recognised them from somewhere. Finally, as if their dentistry roots couldn't be knocked out of them, they sold every bag of sweets with a disclaimer to "make sure you brush twice a day, or they'll give you cavities" as any customer walked out the door.

The third week, Hermione began attempting to restore their memories. With auror supervision and permission from the Minister of Magic himself, she used quick wandwork to send her parents into a deep, unending sleep, close up shop and place protective wards around the building. Using the house portion of the building, she transfigured a couch into another bed, and levitated her father onto this bed, as she and Fred began incantations, prepared runes, and reversal spells to replace the memories they had prior to Hermione's obliviate. It took fifteen sessions spread over three days to fully restore all of her father's memories. Once he was alert enough, he broke down into tears at seeing his daughter, much like she imagined it had been for her and Fred when their separate universes came together, this was as if her father had been living in a different version of the same world for him, unknowing about his true life. Her mother's spell reversal took a little longer, with marginally more memories to restore of her daughter, along with memories that were harder to forget, such as the pain of childbirth. It took five days to fully restore her mother's memories, and she had the same reaction as her father. Fred and Hermione took turns explaining what had happened in the wizarding world, why Hermione had to erase their memories, and generally catching them up on their lives and the crazy turn of events that finally led them to today. After a small time of disapproval and chastising, Hermione's ever practical parents deduced that there was no point in arguing what had already been done, but just to spend as much time as they could with their daughter now that they had her back in their lives.

Ron

After about six months into Ron's treatment, the carers had begun allowing him visitors. The only people that weren't allowed to see him to begin with were Hermione, Fred, George, and Molly. As much as Molly understood that she had turned her wand against her own son, she had been spotted by her family with tears in her eyes at the mention of Ron's name, asking to be told about others' visits and fussing over him vicariously through her husband. From all accounts, he had become a lot more mellow, maturing in a lot of his thoughts and generally not making rash decisions.

It took a month for the staff to allow Molly a visit, and the rest of the family swore it was because she finally became too stir crazy and confounded a nurse, although no one was going to admit that. Molly had begun by giving him a tongue lashing, which Ron had sat and accepted. However, after a rigorous step by step apology both ways over numerous visits, the matriarch and her youngest son were better than ever, with Molly commenting herself on how he had changed.

Another month went past before Fred and George were allowed to see Ron. George still had his reservations, considering how protective he had become of Hermione, and especially his own twin. George had resolved that he wouldn't just roll over and forgive Ron if he just said sorry, needing to see the remorse he felt and concrete progress to even think of allowing Hermione in a room with him again. Fred felt similarly, attempting his best to keep his composure as his twin showed his anger, however it was his fierce love for Hermione that compelled him to walk into that room behind George, stride directly up to Ron, and punch him square in the jaw just as George drew his own fist back. George almost laughed at their alikeness.

It took another two weeks for the medical staff to let Fred visit again, although he knew that he just needed that one punch and they'd be able to sort out their issues from there. He was correct, of course, and though Ron was less than thrilled to see his brother again, he made the sincerest apology that Fred had ever heard from Ron, laced with only truth and no malice. Fred's response was one of brotherly love, a strong warning, and that Ron needed to be saying all of this to Hermione.

Finally Hermione was allowed to visit. Fred had told her only good things about his brother since his visits, but she couldn't help feeling anxious, especially at being unarmed in Ron's presence, although she was assured that there was nothing physical that he could do to harm her. That didn't reassure Hermione as much as she needed it to, considering the amount of emotional damage Ron had put her though as well. She stepped out of the white, hospital corridor where her reassuring fiancée waited for her, and into the warmth of the charmed room that Ron had been given. It was cosy in there with overstuffed armchairs in front of a fake fireplace with purple flickering flames, a single bed and a side table with a small pile of broccoli left on a tray from lunch, and windows that Hermione knew didn't lead to the view that was charmed into them at all. She coughed a little to announce her presence, unsure of what to do as Ron turned around and registered who he was seeing.

"I was wondering if they'd ever let me see you." Ron stepped away from a window and stopped, unsure how to proceed.

"To be honest, Ron, I was wondering the same thing." An awkward silence stretched for a moment.

"Sit down Hermione, I have a feeling we'll be here for a while." Ron sat in an armchair and Hermione placed herself on the sofa.

Ron was right, they were there for a while. After half an hour, Fred poked his head in the door to check on her, assuring that she was alright and resuming his position outside. Another hour went past and they were still talking, with Hermione's logical brain trying to sort through what she could believe and what she had to process away from her former best friend. After another half hour, a mediwitch knocked, asking Hermione to leave, but telling her the visiting times for the following day.

It took Hermione three more days to come back to see Ron. She was feeling much more level-headed and open, willing to forgive. She allowed Ron to explain everything to her from his point of view, from school to Hogsmeade trips to being on the run together, Ron never suspected her relationship with Fred. He explained how he was working through his anger issues, and also the fixation he had with her, apologising for virtually everything he could as it came up. She waited patiently for him to finish, allowing everything that he had told her to absorb, before she finally looked at him with new eyes.

"Ron, you really have changed, for the better. I truly hope that we can be friends again after this, and that you'll find yourself a girl who deserves this you, the real you." Hermione reached tentatively to touch his shoulder and looked him in the eyes as she said, "I forgive you, for everything that has happened over the years – and I'm sorry too, if I had been more trusting of you, less…" she trailed off for a moment before resolving to tell it as it was, "Less afraid of your anger, no matter what, I should have told you about my relationship with Fred. I was unfair to you."

Ron hesitated briefly before pulling her into a warm hug, "Our friendship means more to me than you'll ever know, Hermione. I want to continue to prove to you that I have changed, for good."

He stopped for a moment and went quiet, pulling back from the embrace and looking down, "I don't know if I'll ever stop loving you." A silent tear ran down Ron's cheek, "But I think that it can change." He looked up, "I think that this love, that's already full of friendship, co-dependency and family, is what I can work on, for the sake of our friendship."

Hermione was crying. She wanted her best friend back, and she almost had him. The future was righting itself as if remuneration for her difficult childhood.

"If you can work on that for me, then I need to ask you an important favour." Hermione paused looking away, unsure of herself for a moment.

"Anything." Ron nodded.

"Would you be in my bridal party, at the wedding?" Hermione looked up through her lashes, afraid he'd say no, afraid he'd lash out at her, afraid…

"Of course, I'd be honoured to." Ron replied simply, a smile she hadn't seen in months breaking through on his face.

Wedding

Hermione was nervous, fussing over hair and makeup, ordering people around and generally turning into the most manic bridezilla ever to exist. Hermione was a perfectionist and everything had to be perfect. She had researched everything there could be to find about muggle and wizarding weddings, with the couple opting on a combination of both for their ceremony. The attire was muggle, with Fred donning a particularly dashing muggle three-piece suit in traditional black with a charmed golden rose and baby's breath boutonnière, bringing out his eyes and complementing his fiery hair, and Hermione in a floor length, ivory gown, fitted from bust through to her waist with a silk sash that flowed down the skirt to pool as a train behind her, then charmed layers of chiffon falling to her feet, twinkling as if there were dozens of galaxies woven into her dress. They had decided on Gryffindor colours as their theme, and the Burrow was to be where they were wed, like Bill and Fleur's wedding ("But without the death eaters." Fred joked). Her bridal party was a little odd for a traditional wedding, with Harry as her 'man-of-honour' and Ron and Angelina as bridesmaids (or bridesman). Fred's best man was George, of course, with Percy and Lee Jordan as his groomsmen.

"Where is my bouquet!?" Hermione's screech rang throughout her parent's home, where she was getting ready.

"Hermione Jean Granger, if you don't calm down this instance I am going to get one of those friends of yours to use their magic on you!" Her mother thundered back.

Fleur was doing her hair up in an elaborate bun, tucking pieces of baby's breath around it like a small wreath and adding a gold hair comb to one side, "This is mine," she explained, "for your something borrowed." She curled two tendrils of hair to frame Hermione's face, and then clapped her hands and smiled.

Ginny came along next before Hermione had a chance to even glimpse her reflection, putting her face through a rigorous facial routine which left Hermione feeling refreshed, albeit a little raw, then calming the skin with a mask before applying a natural makeup look to her face.

"Smack your lips together for me," Ginny instructed, then once that was over, "Perfect."

Hermione finally was allowed to look herself over in the mirror. She was beautiful, if she did say so herself.

"Your mother and I have your something old and something new," Molly came into the room.

"This was your great grandmother's necklace," Hermione's mother placed the golden chain around her neck. There was a teardrop ruby at the centre, hanging just below her collarbones, "It's been passed down to the ladies in the family and I couldn't think of a better time to give this to you than as your 'something old'."

"And I had this specially made for you, to match." Molly produced a black velvet pouch which contained an ornate looking golden cuff bracelet with an identical looking ruby set into the centre. Hermione slipped it over her wrist and felt it magically constrict to her arm yet not in an uncomfortable way, the filigree setting curling its way around her. "It's laced with protection charms and a drop of Felix Felicis."

Hermione was close to tears, "Thank you, both of you." She went to hug and kiss both of her mothers.

"If you ruin your makeup, I really will use my magic on you." Ginny chided from the corner.

Hermione chuckled but gasped, "I don't have anything blue!" she fretted.

"I have that one covered." Harry replied from the other side of the door, "Are you decent?"

"I am." Hermione replied as Fleur opened the door.

Harry stood gobsmacked in the doorway as he took in the sight of his best friend, his sister, looking absolutely stunning.

"You look perfect, Hermione." Harry stated, still dumbfounded at how beautiful she was, almost reliving the Yule Ball back in fourth year.

"Thank you, Harry." She smiled brightly back at him, absolutely radiant.

"So I was rummaging through my parent's' vault the other day, sorting it out and looking for something in particular for you, and I really do hope you like it and you accept it, but if not that's alright too." Harry rambled.

"Stop, whatever it is, I will love it." Hermione reassured him.

Harry pulled out a small box and opened it to reveal a ring.

"Harry," Hermione winked, "I'm already taken."

Harry blushed and stammered for a moment, glancing quickly at Ginny and looking away, "This is my family's crest." Harry pulled out the ring and held it up next to a matching ring on his own finger, "I found this one that was obviously set for a woman, and you're my sister, Hermione, so I thought that it was perfect for you."

It was Hermione's turn to be speechless. Tears once again threatened her eyes and Ginny pointed a wand at her face, casting waterproofing charms before Hermione could ruin all of her hard work.

"Harry, I don't know what to say to this. I think of you as my brother too, but this is more than I could ever accept." Hermione said, blinking the tears back, "Are you sure?"

"I'm as sure about this as you are about the recipe for a Polyjuice." Harry nodded and slipped the ring on the smallest finger of her right hand, "I know it's usually worn on the non-dominant hand, but I thought it'd look too cluttered with your wedding ring too."

Hermione studied the ring closer. It was a thin gold band that widened towards the signet which was printed in gold on a blue disc made from, what seemed to be, a real sapphire.

"This is beautiful, Harry." A tear slipped down Hermione's cheek and Harry came to embrace her, "I will treasure this forever."

Everyone that Fred and Hermione knew had gathered in the garden of the Burrow. All that she could make out through the kitchen window was Hagrid's large form at the back of the white folded seats next to Madame Maxime, his plus one.

Hermione took a shaky breath as the music started and the bridal party walked out one at a time, baskets of flower petals hung at the end of each row of chairs in the aisle which magically spread the petals in front of the procession.

Finally, her father took her arm and gave it a squeeze, "You're ready for this, sweetheart. You've been ready for this for years. It's time to go and meet your soulmate."

Hermione calmed then, feeling fully prepared, elated that she could finally be married to her true love.

As soon as she stepped out into the aisle, everyone rose. She tried to look around and smile at everyone, but her eyes were drawn to her future husband's face. Fred had a look of awe on his face, as though he had never seen anything so stunning in the entire universe. She was literally breathtaking. A tear slipped down his face as he smiled at her and suddenly the aisle felt too long and she was too far away from him. Kingsley was presiding over the ceremony, incorporating the muggle traditions and the magical bonding spells.

Finally, the closing of the ceremony was here and the bond between Fred and Hermione was on full display for everyone to see. Teddy Lupin was escorted closely by his grandmother, Andromeda, as he brought the rings to the bride and groom. Once the rings had been exchanged, Kingsley asked them to grasp left hands, watching as their bond grew brighter. He pointed his wand at the joined hands and began the incantation, first in Latin, then in English.

"These two come before you, great Magic, to join their hearts, minds, and souls to each other and to strengthen their bond to the magic that connects us all." He drew a line with his wand, which shot a golden thread around their hands and beamed down into the earth below them.

"As we all witness here today the joining of two true soulmates, let them be blessed with good health, prosperity, fertility, good fortune, and happiness in their future together." Another line found the golden threads wrapping around their arms and winding up to their hearts, beautiful over their white bond.

"They will love each other forever, with magic to strengthen this love, and the love that they will give and receive around them. This they promise." Kingsley finished by waving his wand in an infinity configuration, as everyone watched the golden thread glow brightly and wind tighter and tighter around them.

"This we promise." Fred and Hermione said in unison to complete the incantation. Momentarily, everyone was blinded by a white light, where Fred and Hermione could see only one another, much like when they had reformed their bond many months ago, however this time it completed them both, like two halves of a whole person. Their heartbeats synced, their magic pulsed around them, two soulmates bonding forever. The golden thread of light from the marriage bond had woven its way around the existing white stream of light, spreading from Fred's heart to Hermione's.

After a moment of composure, Kingsley concluded, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Golden sparks erupted over their heads as the newlyweds clashed their lips together in an intoxicating kiss. They turned to the crowd and raised their joined hands in the air, watching tear-streaked faces whistle and cheer as they walked the aisle together as a married couple. They kissed again at the end of the aisle and walked off together for a moment's privacy before the festivities continued.

Honeymoon

Immediately after the reception, the couple left for their honeymoon. They took a portkey to a tropical island which they'd found when looking for magical holiday destinations. Their bags had been sent ahead of them and it was late at night when they finally arrived, utterly exhausted from the entire day, along with the dancing and festivities of the night.

"So how does it feel, being Mrs Hermione Weasley?" Fred asked as they walked along the beach towards their villa.

"It feels…" Hermione trailed off to find a suitable word, "It feels right."

Fred smiled at this and draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

They arrived at the villa and Hermione unlocked the door and pushed it open, but Fred held her back.

"I have to carry you over the threshold. Your mum told me it's a muggle tradition." Fred scooped her up in his arms and walked sideways into the room, placing her gently back on her feet.

Hermione laughed as she shut the door behind them, "Thank you, sweetheart, it means a lot to me that you take the time to learn my culture."

They talked for a while about the wedding, exhausted but not sleepy yet, as Hermione used spells to take off her makeup, undo her hair, and clean her face.

"Would you like to help me with my dress?" Hermione asked, it was a leading question, and they both knew where tonight was going.

"Of course." Fred's eyes darkened slightly, but ever the gentleman he spun her around and began slowly undoing her dress. It was laced up the back with crisscrossing ribbon which looked beautiful but was absolutely impractical to take off. Once the dress had been slipped off (and hung correctly on a rack in the closet) he turned to marvel his girlfr-fian-wife, his wife. She stood in only a pair of white lacy underwear and a matching strapless balconette bra, along with a garter on her right thigh.

"May I help you?" Hermione asked seductively as she walked her way towards Fred slowly and deliberately.

"O-of course." He managed. He probably needed her help getting out of his clothes, his pants were definitely straining a little on the tight side all of a sudden.

She slid his jacket off, unbuttoned his vest, and removed his tie all very quickly. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt and she all but ripped it off his body. Standing there in only his pants, Fred felt as though he couldn't want this woman more. She unbuckled his belt and slid it from the waistband of his pants. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, she unbuttoned the top and slid the zipper down, pulling his pants down to reveal his tight, black underwear that hid nothing.

"I want you, Hermione." Fred said as he pulled her close to him. They embraced for a moment and then began kissing short bursts of passionate kisses. They both knew what each other needed and wanted, after years of dating, every pleasure zone, every movement was known to each other.

"I need you, Fred." Hermione moaned as Fred began to undo her bra and pull her underwear off, sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around.

She made quick work of his underwear and then they were on the bed, bodies tangled together. They pressed themselves as close together as they could be. They needed to feel skin on skin, their hands coming to rest on each other's' chests, hearts beating as one. Looking into each other's' eyes, Fred entered her. They moved fast and deliberately, knowing that they had all honeymoon to do whatever they pleased, and right now they needed to be closer, needed to feel each other. The room around them was bathed in white light as they consummated their marriage, one final strengthening of their bond, but they took almost no notice, too focused on being with each other. They moved together, faster and faster, hips locking against hips, lips crashing together in passion and fire, hands tangled in hair, backs arching, legs shaking. She moaned, he cried out, the strokes were becoming frenzied, erratic, this was bliss. They came with each other, screaming each other's name, moving together until they were both spent.

They lay next to each other, legs still tangled together as Hermione rolled on to her side to snuggle against her husband. She placed kisses on his shoulder and down his arm until he pulled her on to his chest in a position where they both fell asleep, utterly exhausted.

Children

Hermione had fallen pregnant sometime during their honeymoon, although she swears that it was that first night. When she found out it was twins, she almost fainted. It was almost time for her to give birth and she was growing restless.

"Fred, I hate this." Hermione stroked her bloated belly as she lay on the couch.

"I know, love, but soon our little ones will be here." Fred replied, down the other end of the couch, massaging her swollen feet.

"I'm so confused. I feel so muddled. I feel so unlike me." She huffed, "I'm tired, hungry, horny and I want to cry. How is this even possible? Why would anyone want to be pregnant!?"

"Do you need me to get you anything?" Fred soothed.

"I don't even know what I want anymore." Hermione sighed.

"That's alright, let me know if you do." He was honestly the best husband.

Two days later, Fred took the pre-packed hospital bag and a very in labour Hermione through the Floo to St Mungo's. They greeted her with a wheelchair and guided them into a private room where they were met by her doctor, who promised her "any minute now!". Fred asked a nearby nurse to send word to their close relatives that Hermione was in labour and soon enough, a clan of Weasleys, Harry, and the respective partners, all fitted out an entire waiting room.

"Fred Weasley, that doctor lied to me!" Hermione gritted out as she breathed rapidly through the pain.

"Love, it hasn't been too long. What can I do to make you more comfortable?" Fred came over to her side, gripping her hand.

"Ice." Hermione managed as she felt another contraction and almost severed the fingers on Fred's hand.

Another hour later of screams and contractions and the doctor gave Hermione the all clear to begin pushing.

Two beautiful baby girls, both with the signature Weasley red hair and Hermione's curls. They named them Harriet Jean and Georgina Molly, with first names for their uncles Harry and George, and middle names from their grandmothers. Hermione was absolutely spent, but visiting took even longer than she would've expected, with every single person related to them asking to hold the babies or take photos. George, Angelina, Harry and Ginny were the last to leave, with George and Harry almost teary eyed at the names, not wanting to leave their nieces just yet.

"Come back tomorrow, let my beautiful wife have her rest." Fred ushered them out of the room.

When they were finally alone, Fred crawled into bed beside his wife, pulling her exhausted body close to him and whispering encouraging words to her. The babies slept in a crib next to them, small and beautiful.

"We made babies." Fred whispered in awe.

"Half me, and half you." Hermione responded sleepily.

They lay tangled together, foreheads pressed against each other and shared a sweet kiss.

"I love you, Fred Weasley."

"I love you too, Hermione Weasley."

The End

A/N: Thank you for reading. Let me get a couple things out of the way, firstly, I want to say that although I don't agree with it myself I had to write Hermione as obliviating her parents, which I understand is what the movie says she does, but it's pretty highly debated that she modifies other charms to erase only her from their memories, especially in the books, in saying that I didn't go too far into it because it just didn't need it. Secondly, I understand that twins having twins is actually quite rare, but I couldn't pick a single child's name and I only wanted to write her pregnant once, so that was my choice. Otherwise, I hope that everything satisfies.

Any questions, comments, or love/hate, please leave in the reviews and I will happily get back to you!

Until the next story xxx