A/N: So..my first Harry Potter fic. Give me some thoughts..

I'm so screwed.

This sentence was stuck like a mantra in his head ever since Kingsley talked him into this nonsense.

Who in his right mind would want him, Ron Weasley, to hold a speech? Sure, it was his wife that becomes the next Minister of Magic and she also will be the first female one. Which makes him the first husband to hold a speech about the new Minister.

But why couldn't they just skip this stupid tradition?

Not that he wasn't able to talk a lifetime about Hermione. But he sure wasn't ready to talk about her in front of half the Ministry, his entire family, a bunch of friends and not to forget these annoying press people.

Ron was fairly confident that he would say something stupid. He was Ron bloody Weasley after all and if anyone would describe him to a stranger this would be in his character description: Saying and doing stupid and/or inappropriate things.

Kingsley was about to end his speech and Ron knew that it will be mere seconds before he was called up to the stage.

Oh Godric, please don't make me embarrass myself in front of my children.

He thought back to this morning when his fifteen year old daughter made him a cup of tea to calm his nerves.

"Don't worry, Dad. You will do just fine. And please eat something." Hugo said and shoved a slice of toast to him. He picked at it and even took a bite, mainly to appease his thirteen year old son.

Hugo stared at him, determination and worry on his face. It never fails to amaze Ron, how much his son was like Hermione, both in looks and character.

Ron sighed and took another bite before shoving the plate away from him.

"I' m sorry, buddy. Might eat this backwards if I'm having one more bite."

He sipped his sweet tea and wondered why the hell he was such a nervous wrack. It was the Quidditch games at Hogwarts all over again.

Ron thought he was over his insecurities, but old habits die hard, right?

Looking at his two children made him feel a tiny bit lighter though. They both got his ginger hair and freckled skin with the tendency to get burned easily when out in the sun. Hugo got the warm brown eyes of his mother, Rose Ron's blue orbs.

Rose sat beside Ron on the kitchen table, sipping her own tea. She was already in her dress for the ceremony, her long wild locks pinned up at the nape of her neck.

She rarely touched her breakfast.

Ron knew she was feeling the same anxiety he felt. Two years ago during summer break, Hugo told Ron that Rose never eats breakfast before a Quidditch match and even throws up sometimes.

Rose was in many ways like him. She was funny, loved Quidditch, normally eats on behalf of a whole Quidditch team and had a temper similar to Ron's. Thank Godric, she got the brains of her mother.

None the less, she could easily comprehend what Ron was going through.

"And now, ladies and gentleman, please welcome Ronald Weasley.", Kingsley announced and stepped back for Ron.

He took a deep breath before he finally entered the stage and went to the podium.

His family clapped excitedly in the front row, even cheering for him. He looked over to Hermione, who smiled and winked at him.

Of course the whole Weasley family was there today to celebrate with Hermione. They were all sitting in the second and third row along with his parents-in-law, who looked both proud and just the tiniest bit nervous.

For a short second he feared that his impulsive decision from this morning to ditch his sorry attempts of the prepared speech, was probably the worst decision of his life, but when the applause died down he hadn't much time to panic over it.

So with a final deep breath and a look into Hermione's eyes, he started to speak.