A/N : And "oldie" I wrote for another fandom a few years ago and reworked to fit this one and this couple :)
Hope you'll like it.
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter.
Raindrops are tapping on the railing of their wooden porch.
Ron is pouring himself a warm cup of tea, watching the rain pour heavily on the other side of the kitchen window. He's having troubles seeing the pond at the end of their yard, a couple hundred feet away. It's been raining for the last three days, as it always does this time of year and he's already tired of the rain.
He smiles seconds later when he opens the door of the fridge to get some milk, as he reckons how he would become – strangely enough – quickly sick of winter, days after the cold had hit Hogwarts grounds. Sighing ruefully, he tries to recall the feeling of the snow on his skin. How the ice cold material would burn his bare hands and the light sensation of snowflakes melting on his skin.
He shakes his head as he pours a tablespoon of milk into his tea. It's October, it'll snow soon enough. As delighted as he'll be the first few days, he knows he'll be sick of it too fast and longing for the warmth of summer evenings.
Snorting he puts the bottle back in the fridge absentmindedly and closes the door with a slight bang. His eyes fall on the only picture on the white door, caught between Hermione's schedule at the Ministry, emergency numbers and the menu of their favorite delivery pizzeria in the nearest town. A smiling sun with sunglasses and two giggling strawberries are holding the oddly still photograph on the magnetic surface.
They put it there together last month, conceding on the cheesiness of such an act. Yet, that's what normal couples do, she had said, even though he playfully replied that they weren't the normal type. Though that acknowledgment of normalcy made them even more cheerful and since then, the muggle sonogram is proudly displayed on the door of their refrigerator.
His fingers draw the blurry lines of their child and his heart dances inside his chest.
The rain can keep falling all day. It's Sunday anyway and they don't have plans for the rest of day. As soon as he'll be finished sipping his tea, he will join Hermione in their bed and watch her sleep. When she wakes from her nap, he will redraw the lines of their child on her stomach.