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Chapter 26 : Life is a Painting (Epilogue)
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Chapter 26: Life is a Painting (Epilogue)
“Fred! No! Ah!” Hermione squealed as she tried to get away from her husband.
He managed to grab her around her waist and kiss her.
“You can’t get away from me that easily!” Fred said.
“I know, love, I know, but I promised I’d write Ginny at least once,” Hermione pleaded.
“Alright,” Fred conceded. “Five minutes. But I expect you on our balcony in no more than five minutes. That’s it.”
Fred kissed Hermione.
“I know. Five minutes,” she said, rushing to the desk and pulling out a piece of parchment.
Fiji is bloody amazing. I’m so sorry that this letter is so short, but Fred gave me a time limit.
I hope everything is good in England. How are Bryrony and Evan fairing with the dreary cold? How’s Harry? And Molly and Arthur? And how about my mum and –
Hermione stopped writing for a moment when she heard Fred call to her.
“You have a minute and a half left! Write fast!”
– my dad?
There’s not much more to say other than that the weather is fabulous.
I must end this very brief letter and head to the balcony where Fred is waiting for me.
Hermione whistled to her owl Mopsie and she came.
“Take this letter to Ginny.”
And then she headed to the balcony.
A few hours later, Hermione’s letter arrived at the Potters’.
After reading it, Ginny Potter sighed.
Her husband, Harry Potter, heard her.
“Gin, is something wrong?”
“Oh, no. I just got a letter from Hermione. She says Fiji is bloody amazing, but I don’t think she’s seeing much of it.”
Harry walked over to where his wife was sitting and stood behind her.
“No, I don’t suppose they would,” he said, massaging her shoulders. “You know, the twins are asleep.”
Ginny didn’t need any persuading.
A little less than a year later, First Anniversary – January 1, 2003:
Laying in bed, completely spent, Hermione snaked her arm across her husband’s torso. Fred kissed his wife’s head lovingly.
“Aren’t you glad we got married on a holiday?”
“Of course. We automatically get the day off. But what I can’t believe that we’ve been married a year!”
“Neither can I, Mione. Neither can I. It feels like an eternity!”
“That’s a good thing, right?” she asked, playing with the hair at the base of his neck.
“Absolutely. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of eternity with you.”
“Good. Cause you’ve got me for eternity, Mr. Weasley,” Hermione sang, smiling. She kissed him lovingly.
Fred groaned and traced circles in his wife’s back. “Can you believe how much has happened in a little more than a year? You’ve finished your so-called “internship” and now you are a full-fledged Healer. Weasley Wizarding Whizzes has quadrupled its earnings in six months, half of which was donated to the new maternity and prenatal wing at St. Mungo’s, of which you have accepted to become Head Healer. We’ve written and just recently finished publishing that bloody ridiculous book about our “secret liaison” and our life after the trial. I’ve heard it’s to be a best-seller. And before any of that though, we got married and spent a glorious two and a half weeks in Fiji! We’ve had practically no fights, except for that little thing about how much we should pay the house elves. And you won that, and quite fairly seeing that they deserved their 15 galleon raise and their very own house.”
Hermione grinned madly. Fred returned it tenfold (if that was even possible). He was so clever; he really knew how to get on her good side.
Hermione snogged him fiercely.
“God, how I love you!”
Second Anniversary – January 1, 2004:
“God, how I hate morning sickness!”
“Well, Healer Weasley, did you take your potion today?” Fred asked knowingly, pulling his wife’s hair back.
Hermione turned and glared at him.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then. Being the wonderful husband I am, I’ll Apparate to the kitchen and get it for you, love,” he said before disappearing.
Hermione resumed retching into the toilet.
Moments later, Fred reappeared with a glass of a grey, chunky potion meant to stop morning sickness (if swallowing it didn’t make you sick first). The fact that it was peppermint flavoured didn’t help.
“Thank you,” Hermione said, reaching for the glass and downing it quickly, shaking her head fiercely. “Blech. I’m surprised that it doesn’t make me throw up to begin with.”
“I know. Just looking at it kind of makes me gag,” Fred said, cringing. “But it will be over soon, right? The morning sickness?”
Hermione pulled herself up and brushed her teeth. “Yes, thank God. A week or three more of this dreaded morning sickness then I’ll get nice and round and fat. As well as very emotional.”
“Oh, but fat and emotional is in now, love,” Fred joked. In Weasley cases, it certainly was in since Ginny, Alicia, and Margaret were pregnant, too.
“Haha. You’re lucky I love you. Now seeing that you are in trouble Mr. Weasley, you must follow my direct orders,” Hermione stated very authoritatively. “Take me to bed.”
And oh, did Fred follow her orders well. He lifted her up bridal style and gently placed her gently on their bed. She began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Make sure the draperies are securely drawn and the anti-Apparition and –Floo wards are up. I want to have my way with you and I’d rather not be interrupted when I do.”
“Pregnant women are bossy, but I like it!”
Third Anniversary – January 1, 2005:
“But I like sleeping!” a tired Fred mumbled in the wee hours of the morning.
His six-and-a-half month old daughter was awake and crying.
“Fred, it’s your turn,” Hermione mumbled, burying her head in her pillow.
“I know,” Fred said as he climbed out of his nice warm bed.
He walked across the hall and opened the door to his daughter’s room.
“Emmy, what’s wrong?”
At hearing his voice, and realizing she was no longer alone, Emlyn Jane Weasley wailed.
Fred scooped her out of her crib and began gently rocking her.
“Emlyn Jane, Daddy wants to get back into his nice warm bed beside Mummy, so can you get back to sleep love?” Fred practically pleaded.
Emlyn whimpered in reply.
“Em – J, did you have a bad dream? Well don’t worry because whatever scared you isn’t there anymore.”
Fred moved toward the rocking chair and sat in it. Emlyn was starting to calm down; her breathing was now regular.
“You’re safe sweetheart, because I won’t let anything happen to you,” Fred promised his daughter, seeing her eyes flutter.
Fred sat there, rocking Emlyn back to sleep, whispering softly to her.
After realizing she was sound asleep, he placed her back in her crib, but not before kissing her forehead and smelling that sweet, clean baby smell. He looked down on her for a few moments, watching her stomach rise and fall as she breathed.
“Sleep tight, Emmy,” he whispered before slipping out of her room, across the hall, and into his bed beside Hermione.
“Did you calm her down or is she asleep too?” Hermione whispered through the darkness, moving nearer to Fred, her chest up against his back and her arms wrapped around his torso.
“Yes. Now we can go to sleep,” Fred sighed.
“We could, but we have the whole day to sleep,” Hermione whispered in Fred’s ear. “Unfortunately, I’m not very tired right now anyway. Are you?”
Fred turned around and faced his wife. He kissed her passionately.
“No, I can’t sleep.”
Fourth Anniversary – January 1, 2006:
“I’m tired, but I can’t get comfortable!” a very pregnant Hermione screamed.
Fred, sitting in the corner of the living room, looked up from his Weasley Wizarding Wheezes catalogue. A very bedraggled looking Hermione was sprawled out on their couch. (The very same puce-coloured couch from his Famous Bachelor Pad.) One-and-a-half year old Emlyn was crawling around on the floor beside Hermione.
“Well, love, you are indeed very pregnant, and practically due any day now,” Fred said.
“Well, I don’t want to be pregnant one day more!”
“Mione, it’s alright. Be patient,” Fred said, getting up from his seat to sit beside his wife.
Hermione looked wild. “Patient!?!”
Emlyn looked to her mother, curious.
“Patient? You try carrying twins for forty fucking weeks, then you can tell me to be patient!” Hermione snarled, crossing her arms and looking away from Fred.
“Hermione! We have little ears in our presence!” Fred reprimanded.
Hermione snorted, then burst out into all-out laughter. Emlyn giggled at seeing her mother in this frantic state, completely unaware of what was transpiring.
Hermione was laughing so hard that her whole body was shaking.
Fred picked up the giggling Emlyn and stared at his wife curiously. “What the bloody hell are you laughing at?”
This caused Hermione to erupt into another fit of giggles.
“Oh, love, I’m laughing at you!”
“Why?” he asked incredulously.
Hermione, since she was now in quite a good mood, turned back to face Fred.
“First, you said ‘little ears,’ then you swore in from of the so-called ‘little ears.’”
“Oh – well – you don’t want our children to know such vulgar language at such an early age, now do you?”
Emlyn grabbed her father’s nose and let out a happy shriek.
Hermione laughed and then leaned forward to kiss Fred sweetly. Then she tapped Emlyn’s tiny nose.
“You are such a daddy.”
Sixth Anniversary – January 1, 2008:
“Mummy, Mummy, Mummy! Make Parker and Loudon stop following me!” Emlyn cried, running into her three-and-a-half moth old brother, Alden’s nursery, with Parker and Loudon on wobbly legs close behind.
Hermione, sitting in her rocking chair by the window with Alden in her arms, turned to the left to see her three oldest children standing by the door.
“What’s this I hear about little brothers following their older sister?” Hermione asked.
“We play tag wif Emmy,” Loudon said proudly. After all, he and Parker were almost two.
“Yeah. She fast,” Parker added.
Emlyn scowled, but then let it go.
“Can I hold Alden Mummy?” Emlyn asked.
“Of course,” Hermione said, getting out of the rocking chair so Emlyn could sit in it. “You remember what you’re supposed to do, right?”
“Yeah! Hold his head and bottom with both arms!”
“Good,” Hermione said, smiling and handing her daughter her baby brother.
With her children content playing with the baby, Hermione wondered where Fred was.
Then, as if he had known what she was thinking, Fred Apparated into the nursery.
“Daddy!” three little voices cried.
Fred couldn’t help but smile at seeing his adorable children.
Then he saw his beautiful wife off to the side.
“Mione,” he said.
“What did your mum say?” she asked before kissing her husband.
“She’ll take them right now. I think she just wants to play with Alden, honestly, and make Emlyn, Parker and Loudon tons of sweets but –”
“But that’s what grandmothers are for,” Hermione finished with a smile.
“Then that leaved time for us grownups to play,” Fred said huskily, waggling his eyebrows.
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. “Fred, remember we have little ears!”
Fred wrapped his arms around his wife’s dainty waist (despite having been pregnant three times; lucky girl) and snogged her senseless.
Their kids weren’t paying attention to them anymore.
A little breathless and few minutes later, Hermione called to her kids.
“Who wants to visit Grandmum?”
Of course they did!
So, Fred and Hermione bundled up their brood and Flooed to the Burrow where Grandmum was anxiously awaiting their arrival.
After Flooing back home, Fred told Hermione what games he wanted to play.
Seventh Anniversary – January 1, 2009:
“Daddy, I want to play House but Parker and Loudon don’t want to play!” five year old Emlyn told her father. “Can I play with Madelyn?”
Fred crouched down so he was eye-level with her. “Well, we’ll have to Floo Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry, won’t we?”
“Yeah!” Emlyn yelled happily, running to the fireplace.
“But first,” Hermione said, walking into the kitchen with Loudon, Parker, and Alden, “Daddy and I have to tell you something.”
“Is it good news?” Emlyn asked.
“Yes, it’s good news,” Fred answered.
Emlyn, Parker and Loudon hopped onto the window bench while Fred took Alden from Hermione’s arms.
Fred smiled softly at Fred, her eyes sparkling.
“Well, we’re going to have another baby,” Hermione said joyously.
Fred couldn’t help but smile.
Emlyn was extremely excited. “Will I get a sister?”
“Maybe. We won’t know until the baby comes,” Fred laughed.
“We want a brother!” Loudon and Parker cried simultaneously.
“We’ll have to wait five to six more months before the baby’s born, then we’ll see if you’re going to have a brother or sister. But it will be exciting, won’t it?”
“Yeah!” Emlyn and the twins screamed.
“Can I go play with Madelyn now?”
Tenth Anniversary – January 1, 2012:
“Can we take them now?” Fred whined.
“Yes, hold on. I have to clean up Cale. He’s managed to get something all over his face.”
“Hermione, he’s two-and-a-half; he’s bound to get something all over his face.”
Hermione wiped up the last bit of that something and called her other children.
“Kids! Time to go to Nana and Pop-pop’s!”
Her four other children came running into the kitchen at various speeds, with Emlyn at the caboose, carrying one month old Nevan.
“Thanks Emmy,” Fred said as she handed him Nevan.
“I changed his too. He’s all good to go.”
Fred kissed his daughter’s forehead.
“You’re the best.”
“Coats on!” Hermione demanded. “Now you all remember that there is no magic at Nana and Pop-pop’s, right?”
Emlyn, Parker, Loudon, Alden and Cale all nodded. Fred did too for some reason.
“And no playing with the Floo,” Fred added.
“Daddy, we know. No magic at all because of the Muggles that live by Nana and Pop-pop,” Emlyn said.
Hermione sighed. Her daughter was wonderful. “Alright. Good. I love you all. Be good! Listen to your sister boys!” she said, kissing each of her children.
And Fred of course.
“Be back soon,” Fred told, kissing his wife again. “Make sure you’re all ready to go out. It is our tenth anniversary after all.”
Eleventh Anniversary – January 1, 2013:
“Seven kids in eleven years. I’m so done,” Hermione promised herself as she waddled to the refrigerator to her a jar of maraschino cherries and a slab of cheddar jack cheese.
“Woohoo!” Fred cried as he ran into the kitchen with four-year-old Cale on his back.
Then he noticed Hermione and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Love, what are you doing?”
“Getting food. Your baby and wife are hungry,” Hermione said, resting her hand on her eighth-month pregnant belly.
“Go find Parker to Loudon, Cale. They’ll give you a piggy-back ride,” Fred said, scooting Cale away. “Well, why didn’t you call for me to get you something?”
“I’m sick of sitting on my fat arse, having my husband and children get me what I want.”
Fred walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her, and looking at her arse.
“Your arse isn’t that fat,” commented Fred.
Hermione swatted him away.
“I’m done you know.”
“Having your babies. Seven is my limit.”
Fred smiled coyly. “Okay.”
“No no no. That does not mean what I think you think it means.”
“But Mione,” Fred pouted.
“Fred. We can’t! The kids are around this anniversary!”
“Not really. Not if we’re on the third floor in our bedroom and they’re on the first floor in the living room. We’ll have the house elves watch them.”
“But it’s so…irresponsible.”
“Oh, well, if it’d make it any better, it would only be fully clothed. Maybe a little under the shirt,” Fred continued, giving Hermione a quick peck on the lips.
“That’s a yes!”
Fourteenth Anniversary – January 1, 2016:
“Mum, Hogwarts is so cool! I love Quidditch! Bryrony and Evan are on the team, you know. I’m going to try out next year.
“Oh! Madelyn has got Uncle Harry’s Marauders Map and we know all the passageways already! Sometimes we scare Connor by popping out of this particular passageway. It’s hilarious!” Emlyn was telling Hermione enthusiastically.
Fred had just happened to overhear some names as he had popped his head in Emlyn’s room.
“Who’s Connor?” he asked, curious.
“My friend Daddy. He’s a first year Gryffindor like me and Madelyn. Connor Malfoy.”
Fred’s breath caught in his throat and he started choking and turning an ugly shade of purple.
“Oh dear,” was all Hermione said.
It wasn’t such a good fourteenth anniversary since Fred spent a few hours of it recovering from his shock in St. Mungo’s.
Sixteenth Anniversary – January 1, 2018:
“So Dad, we played this awesome –” Loudon began.
“Prank on Connor Malfoy –” Parker continued.
“Em’s friend –”
“And she got so mad –”
“She nearly hexed us!” they finished together.
“It was so funny to see Malfoy practically starkers!” Loudon said.
“Nice!” Fred congratulated his sons.
Unfortunately, Emlyn heard this.
“Daddy! He’s my friend!” Then she stormed up to her room.
“Fred!” Hermione screeched. “Loudon and Parker, you two can go up to your room while I think about your punishment. I just don’t know how I didn’t hear of this beforehand!”
Hermione glared at Fred and he smiled apologetically.
Nineteenth Anniversary – January 1, 2021:
“Dad, I love Hogwarts! It’s even better than what Em, Loudon, Parker, and Alden had told me!”
“Glad you like it Cale. Know any of the secret passageways yet?”
“All of ‘em!”
“Brilliant. Any new coll pranks happen?”
“You’d have to ask Em. She’s a Prefect you know. She and Connor patrol the halls, making sure Loud and Park don’t have anything planned.”
“Malfoy?” Fred said with disgust.
Hermione, having perfect hearing that comes natural as a mother, heard this. It was like a super power.
“Fred, Connor is just a boy!”
August 5, 2021:
There was a wonderfully furnished bedroom with a king-sized bed. On the walls, here and there, were various pictures of kids.
A man with startling red hair was sitting on the bed, shirtless, reading a newspaper.
“Hermione, love, what are you doing?”
“Er! Just something!” Hermione called from the adjoining bathroom.
“Come on, come on, change colour already,” she whispered to herself in the bathroom.
Finally, what she wanted to change colour, changed colour.
“Oh my god!” she screamed happily.
“What love?” Fred called.
“Love it’s a surprise. I’ll be out in a second.”
Fred got excited. “Tell me, tell me! You know how I love surprises!” he said with childish glee.
Hermione sauntered out of the bathroom, looking briefly at the glass sitting on the toilet.
“Now Fred, I know I told you a while I was done, and we were most certainly not planning for this to happen but…I’m pregnant!” Hermione said, clearly ecstatic.
Fred jumped out of bed and scooped Hermione up, swinging her around.
“Mione! That’s the best surprise ever!” he said, before kissing his wife lovingly.
Hermione was breathless. “It certainly is a surprise, but a very happy one!”
“Now that makes ten!”
“Ten Fred and Hermione Weasleys!”
Fred kissed Hermione again, this time more forcefully, bringing her to the bed to proceed with some business.
Of course, they put a silencing and locking charm up before doing anything else.
Hours later, August 5, 2021:
“Hermione, what’s this box? It smells like garlic.”
“Oh my god. No wonder we’ve have so many kids! No cumilinksees!”
AN: Here is the end of the FreMione, Love: An Irresistible Desire. I hope you all liked this. This epilogue, though, leaves a lots of things open-ended.
Please please please, review.
Here’s a little bit of background info that will help with the Fred and Hermione Weasley clan.
Fred and Hermione m. Jan 1, 2002
Emlyn Jane (June 17, 2004)
Parker Benjamin & Loudon Christopher (January 3, 2006)
AldenBennett (November 14, 2007)
Cale Alexander (July 2, 2009)
Nevan Charles (December 10, 2011)
Tanner Rhys (February 24, 2013)
Harry and Ginny m. 2000
Evan James & Bryrony Marie (September 19, 2001)
Madelyn Blair (June 11, 2004)
Lucas Nealan (March 27, 2006)
Here is the VERY LAST QUOTE!!!!
Life is a painting, cover the entire canvas.
--A Dove Chocolate wrapper
I thought the quote was appropriate, because I love chocolate, and I love this very simple quote.
I am so very grateful to all of my readers and reviewers! I owe it all to you for continuing (and finishing) this story! If not for you and your amazing responses and such, I don't know I how I would have done it! Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU!
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