She scribbled on her paper, frantically trying to finish her work for tomorrow. Her hair slicked back in a formal fashion, her suit tightly fitted to her body. She took another of the chocolates from a big pink box to her left, they were from her husband. She slowly sighed, watching people walk past her office, some stopping to wave through the window at her.

"Delivery for Mrs Hermione Weasley?" a familiar voice said formally at the door, clearing his trhoat before speaking.

"Yep, usual place please." Hermione nodded from her desk at the ministry, smiling. She continued to write beckoning the ministry worker with one finger, eyes focused on the documents on her desk.

He crossed the room in his trench coat to her table arranging them in a vase. The vase was an engagment present that Ginny had bought her. She didn't have to look up to know what they we're, she always knew. It was a Monday, Red roses.

Ron sent her roses every single day at work, something to cheer up her day. He ordered them, a different colour for every day. Monday was red. Tuesday white. Wednesday yellow. Thursday pink. Friday blue. And if she was working at the weekend, special glittery ones grown by Luna and her husband.

The roses were a way of reminding her of their love, strength and passion. She glanced at the vase, rolling her eyes and laughing. A vase of glittery flowers.

The man smiled at the sound of her laugh, he knew it so well, but stopped at the door to ask her if she was okay.

"Yes, I'm fine. But would you please tell my husband, that it is a Monday and not the weekend please? And that he should be at work?"

"On my way Mrs. Weasley." the man nodded, grinning at her and waving.

"Bye Harry." she called to the boy with a faded scar, messy dark hair and rounded glasses.

"So what're you gonna call her?" Ginny asked Hermione, as they all sat in her office for their lunch break. Ginny was very excited at the news of their her future niece, and as she had time off from playing in the Quidditch tournament, she was looking after Hermione. Hermione sat, bundled in blankets on the sofa. She'd insisted she should be at work but everyone told her to take it easy. Ron's hand was gently resting on her stomach.

"Oh, I haven't really thought about it." Hermione admitted.

"I have." Ron said, blushing slightly.

Everyone turned to face him, "Really Ronald?" Hermione asked, pleased but shocked at the same time.

"Yes."

"Blood hell, since when do you think about things?" Ginny snorted.

"Rose." Ron sad ignoring his sister and pointing to the roses he'd got her today. "Rose Weasley."

Hermione smiled and kissed her husbands cheek, affectionatley. "I like it."