Happy Valentine's Day, guys!

Despite was his wife may have thought, Ronald Weasley did know all about the muggle holidays. Most especially the one that occurred on February 14th every year. He couldn't tell her that, though. It would ruin the look of surprise on her lovely face. Afterall, her eyes shone happily when he surprised her with things like this. At the moment, however, she was in the loo, utterly silent.

"Hermione?" He knocked on the door, "Are you alright, love?"

"Nothing, Ronald," She muttered just loudly enough for him to hear

"Excuse me?" Ron tried opening the door but she had locked him out, "Hermione, what's going on?"

"I said nothing,"

"Alohomora," He tried opening the door once more, but to no avail, "Hermione! What is going on?"

"Don't you have to get to work, Ronald?" The door creaked open a small crack, "We can talk about it when you get home."

"But I-"

"Don't cross me, Ronald Bil-"

"Yes, ma'am."

Ron hurried out of the house too fast to hear the sigh his wife let out as soon as she saw him leave. For a married couple, they were hiding secrets from one another rather well. It was all well and good, though; since both of them would learn soon enough what the other had been hiding.

Around an hour before he would be flooing home, Ronald sent his wife an owl telling her to dress nicely for dinner. When Hermione received it, she rolled her eyes at her husband's terrible timing of inviting company over. Mildly frustrated, she ignored it with a huff.

An hour later on the dot, Ronald Weasley burst out of the flames of the fireplace with a bouquet of white peonies in his hand. The smile on his face diminished as he caught a glimpse of his wife in their bedroom, still wearing the clothes she had slept in. Her bushy brown hair was pulled back into a dreadfully messy ponytail and her eyes were puffy. Entirely worried, Ronald put down the flowers and rushed over to his wife's side.

"What is going on, 'Mione?"

"You're normally never this rude, you know," Hermione didn't look at him

"What are you on about?"

"If we're going to have company over, you know I need more notice!" Hermione sniffed, "I can't cook like your mother. It's not, 'Oh, I'll just wave my wand and increase the meal tenfold!'. I have to do things the muggle way. I'm awful at housekeeping spells."

"Hermione, we aren't having company," Ron laughed softly, "I was going to surprise you with a date night for Valentine's Day."

"What?!" Hermione whipped around to look at him

"I got us reservations at Merlin's at seven o'clock and tickets to see Beauty and the Beast: The Musical at nine. Aren't those your favorite?"

"Oh, Ron!" Hermione gasped, "I'm so sorry. It isn't too late for us to still go, is it?"

"Not at all," He grinned, grabbing the bouquet of flowers from the floor, "I brought you- Hold on… Herbivicus. I brought you peonies."

"Thank you, Ron," Hermione laughed at the sight of her husband waving his wand at a bundle of flowers, "I love them."

"Good," Ron smiled, "Are you ready?"

"I'm not really dressed for eating at Merlin's…"

"You'll still be the most beautiful woman in the room," Ron grinned

"Ronald," Hermione rolled her eyes

"What?"

"Just take us to Merlin's."

"Alright,"

"So what did you have to tell me?" Ron sat with his wife in the corner booth she'd asked for

"Well, it's good news," Hermione shifted uneasily on her side of the table, "I'm pregnant."

"What?" Ron's eyes widened, "Really?"

"Yes,"

"I'm-" He stood up to shout at the top of his lungs, "I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!"

"Will you sit back down, Ronald Weasley?!"

"Yes, dear."