Chapter One

"Good morning Mrs. Weasley, how are you feeling?" Ron said while he set a breakfast tray on his bed in front of his wife and bent down to kiss her. Hermione brushed a bushy strand out of her hair and rubbed her eyes.

"Thank you love, what's the special occasion?" she said groggily. Ron sat down and looked into her tired brown eyes.

"Well, today is—" he started to say, but just then two girls ran into the room jumping on top of the bed, flaming red pigtails bouncing as they came. Ron grabbed the breakfast tray just in time and set it on the table.

"Daddy, daddy is he here yet? Is our little brother here?" the smallest one, Victoria said while she looked up at Ron. Hermione looked at Ron and smiled, while rolling her eyes, as if to say "You tell them this time." She sighed, got out of bed and walked over to the dresser. She was very round and very tired. As she walked, she clutched her hips and then rubbed her belly before tying her hair into a loose ponytail.

"Victoria, how many times do I have to tell you that when the baby comes I'll tell you and darling, we don't know just yet if it's a boy or not." Ron chuckled after this, and picked her up.

"Yes, but what if you forgot?" she said. She grinned a toothless smile and tilted her head to the side.

"I'm pretty sure we wouldn't forget about Mum having a baby," he assured her, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm just checking...and I know it's a boy, Nick told me." she said 'matter-of-fact-ly'. Ron looked at his eldest daughter, Isabelle. He gave her a quizzical look and bent his head towards her.

"Who's Nick?" he asked in a stage whisper.

"It's her i-m-a-g-i-n-a-r-y friend," she whispered back, trying to suppress a giggle. Ron smiled and winked at her.

"Ohhh okay, Victoria, I forgot about Nick," he told her apologetically.

"That's okay Daddy, you must be glad you have me," she said while wrapping her arms tighter around him. Isabelle rolled her eyes. Hermione stretched her arms and turned back to Ron.

"So you were saying Ron, why is today so special?" she said stifling a yawn. Ron grinned and put Victoria in his lap.

"Well, today is my first quidditch match of the season!" Ron yelped swinging a fist in the air.

Hermione clasped her hands together, "Is it really? The year seems to go by so fast."

"Can we come watch daddy?" Victoria asked, looking up at Ron.

"Yes, everyone is invited and it'll be great!" he said, and then swung Victoria around. She burst into fits of laughter and thanked her Daddy.

Isabelle came up from behind holding something in her hands. Her brown eyes looked up at her parents, looking anxious.

"Today is special for another reason as well," she said, as she untied a yellowed piece of parchment that revealed familiar emerald green writing, "I got my Hogwarts letter!"

Hermione beamed as she grinned ear to ear. "Really sweetheart? Oh that's wonderful! I always knew you got your smarts from me!" She hugged Isabelle close to her, "You're going to have the greatest time of your life there, Hogwarts is the best!"

Ron stood up and put his arms around Hermione's waist (well, as much as he could). "Are you just saying that because it happens to be where you teach?" He said smirking.

"Very funny Ron...but at least I do something worthwhile, not fly around on a broom all day," said Hermione, scrunching up her freckled nose. Ron puffed out his chest—which, since Hogwarts, has gotten a lot more muscular and added to his "bigheadedness."

"Hey, it's not easy being the Chudley Cannon's Keeper you know." Ron threw Hermione a smile that reminded her of a certain professor she'd had a crush on in her second year.

Isabelle rolled her eyes and said, "Yes daddy we know, WEASLEY IS OUR KING!"

Hermione chuckled and shooed the kids out of the room, "You girls go get dressed, because I've just decided that we're going to Diagon alley to get Isa's school supplies."

They protested at first, but quickly hopped down the mansion hall, after Ron bribed them with chocolate rations. After their laughter slowly faded, he stared down the hall. He sometimes couldn't believe that he was this well-off, it was all so much considering how poor he was during his Hogwarts days. Hermione appeared next to him, and rubbed his shoulders. She planted a small peck on his neck.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, noticing his vacant expression. Normally this would not bother her, because it was the 'Weasley look', but she noticed something different about this look. Ron took her hand over his shoulder and kissed it, while still looking down the hall.

He smiled and answered her, "We're really lucky you know? We have our kids, and another one on the way, our jobs and financially, we're set for life. We're so fortunate, and nothing seems like it can go wrong, but I have this sinking feeling like it's going all too well…but maybe it's just me. It's been so many years since we helped Harry finish off—he gulped—you-know-who, that I can't help but think something else is just waiting to ruin our happiness." Hermione turned him around and shook her head. She placed a hand to his cheek and stared into his blue eyes. They still looked as in love as they did when he asked her to marry him. She remembered the day. They were twenty two and going out since their sixth year. Ron had just got drafted by the Chudley cannons and had made an excuse of them having to go back to Hogwarts to see their old professors. While they were on the Hogwarts Express, he got down on one knee, in the same compartment, on the same day they first met. Hermione was so shocked that he came up with the idea that she was crying tears of joy and amazement. Now twelve years later, she still had that compassion and care that came from years of explaining things to her husband.

"Ron, darling, I know you feel that way, and frankly, I do too. It's natural. I could not be happier right now, because I've reached that point in my life when it's perfect. But I still get these inklings that something is going to go wrong, and I have to shrug them off because they're silly. What you're feeling is normal, and don't take it to heart. As long as we have each other, nothing can go wrong." Hermione concluded her speech by giving Ron a long kiss.

He smiled, and hugged her tightly, "You're right, nothing can go wrong."