"Seven?" Hermione repeated, awestruck. Ron nodded. "Seven woman are in your life?"
Ron smiled, and not one of those smiles he put on when he accidentally let something slip but a genuine smug smile. "Seven woman."
Hermione was fuming. Seven woman? What other woman could he have on his mind besides me? Not that I'm so conceited that I know I'm on Ron's mind but the fact that I am his wife should pretty much keep me on his mind at all times. Who are the other six women though? I don't want to know. Yes I do. No I don't. Oh, he probably did this on purpose to get me confused. "Who?" she asked.
"Well number one is pretty much a given." He said staring at her. "She's the most beautiful, wonderful, smartest witch in the world and she just happens to be my wife." He smiled wrapping an arm around her.
"Flattery wont work." She said in a sing song voice.
Ron rolled his eyes but continued. "Number two is the woman who will always feed and who house I will always call home."
"Your mother." Hermione finished for him. "So let me guess number three is Ginny?" she asked, catching his drift.
"Ginny? You actually think Ginny is number three? I'm shocked!" he replied in mock shock (a/n: he he he that rhymes) "Number three is Luna. It is her birthday next week and she is one of my best friends. I wonder what I shall get her…"
"Number four is Shelly."
"Isn't she the woman who works in your office."
"Yes and she's bloody annoying and we have to present our work on a case tomorrow and I cant stop think about her and whether she's done her work or not.
"Number five is Ginny. Though we fight… often, and I'm scared of her Bat Bogey Hex – who isn't- she is my sister."
"Number six is Gracie." He said. At the sound of her name, Gracie ran into the room.
"Now you're just teasing me" Hermione whimpered as she scratched the spot behind their crup's ear.
He shot her an apologetic smile and then continued. "So number seven is Lavender. Not that I have any romantic feelings towards her." He said noticing his wife's befuddled expression.
"Its because she hates your guts and wants to kill you in several different violent ways, right?" she asked. Ron nodded happily.
"I think there's gonna be a number eight on that list pretty soon." She whispered. Ron watched, awestruck as her hands traveled down her body and onto her petite stomach. Which on closer observation, Ron noticed it wasn't that petite after all.
a/n: Aww, how cute. I got inspiration from a song, I don't know what's its called, but the first line was "dun nuh nuh nuh nuh got seven woman on my mind." and i just took it from there.