A/N: Dear readers: Thank you so much for following along and supporting this story with kudos and comments! This is the last drabble of the series, and the last Ron/Hermione fic I've written in a long time. That was in February-March of 2017. I don't want to say I will never write about them again because - you never know! I took a hiatus once and came back to it with the same enthusiasm. I still love them very much and I'll never ship them with anyone else. I just know that right now my feels and energy are elsewhere, which is why, for now, this is my last Ron/Hermione piece. And how fitting it's about their happily ever after? :)

(If you happen to also ship Han/Leia, all my new writing will be about them, so consider checking it out?)

Much love xx

Prompt: Reading a book together [post-DH]

Bewitching

If anyone had walked past the house that evening, they would have no doubt heard the stream of childish giggling coming through the open window.

It only lasted a moment, however, as the children inside clamped small hands over their mouths, stifling their hilarity as best as they were able to so that they could hear the exclusive performance playing out in front of them. The performers very graciously halted for a few seconds whenever these interruptions occurred, though, so their young audience had nothing to worry about.

'Pay me the treasure of your past ,' Ron said in a mystical voice, laying on his back on the floor.

'Sir Luckless attempted to float across the stream on his shield, but it sank,' Hermione recited; unlike her husband, she was sitting very properly on an armchair placed in the centre of their children's bedroom. She looked up briefly to see Ron reenacting this and then, with a small smile, returned her gaze to the book on her lap. 'The three witches pulled him from the water, then tried to leap the brook themselves…'

They continued like that: Hermione reading the tale in a perfectly enunciated voice; Ron reciting the dialogue of every character—giving each their own, unique voice—and comically acting the scenes. They read stories to the kids almost every night, but this they did only on Fridays—although Rose and Hugo would have had them do it every day, which would have quickly exhausted Hermione's bookshelves along with both her and Ron's stamina.

'Good sir, you must bathe, as a reward for all your chivalry!' Ron said, playing now the part of the beautiful witch Amata, and as Hermione recited the next part, he immediately assumed the role of Sir Luckless, the cowed but good-hearted knight who bathed in the Fountain of Fair Fortune. After playing his victorious emergence from the waters, Ron threw himself at Hermione's feet. Although this scene had no dialogue, he improvised his own lines. Looking up to Hermione from his reverent position on the floor, he intoned, 'O sweet Amata, you are the kindest, most beautiful woman I have ever beheld! I beg you to share your hand and heart with me, for the rest of our lives!'

It took a lot of discipline for Hermione not to double up with laughter, so she pressed her lips together, but Ron seemed to be waiting for a response, his hand held out in front of him.

'O Sir Luckless, I realise now I have finally found a man worthy of both of them!' she exclaimed, grasping his offered hand. Ron winked at her and bowed his head, and she giggled under her breath as both Rose and Hugo cheered and clapped.

She cleared her throat and read the closing paragraph, and smiled again at the gasp of surprise her children let out when she revealed there was no magic in the water of the Fountain after all.

Some sorts of magic, Hermione thought as she looked over at her family, required no wands at all.