"Are you sure, Ronald Weasley?" I ask.
"Yes, Mione! Harry and Ginny already have a kid! Please, it'll be fine, Hermione. We've been married for half a year now but you still don't want to have a kid or any intercourse at all?" Ron looks into my eyes, his blue eyes begging, pleading.
"I don't know…" I say and pull out my wand to do pregnancy spells before our very first time, but Ron places a hand on mine.
"No, I want to try for a kid to call our own, Mione," he says softly.
"Aren't you asking a bit too much from me?" I ask and I look nervously at his huge bulge under his blue boxers.
"Please, please, Mione? For your husband? Didn't you just say you wanted some children around here?"
I sigh.
"Okay Ron," I whisper audibly.
That night we have the best time ever.
We do it for many times after that, but as months pass without any sign of pregnancy, we sort of give up.
