The clock on the bedside table showed that it was 1 am. The occupants of the bed were lying on their sides facing each other,.his baby blue eyes staring into her beautiful chocolate brown ones. She caressed his rough large hand with her soft delicate one. She knew it was hard for him, that no matter how much he pretended, he was going to miss their baby girl terribly. And so was she.

But the fact was that Rose was no longer a baby. She was a first year Hogwarts student now. Just 14 hours ago she had boarded the Hogwarts Express, eager and exited to begin her magical journey at Hogwarts.

Rose had promised her parents that she would write to them on her first day at school before going to bed. This was primarily the reason that Ron and Hermione were still awake at this hour of the night, anxiously waiting for their daughter's letter to arrive. They were dying to know what Rose had to say about Hogwarts, which House she was sorted into, and whether she made any new friends on her first day. And knowing their daughter and the fact that how opinionated she was about everything, Ron and Hermione knew that anytime now, a brown owl was bound to crash into their window with a letter tied around his leg.

"I wonder what's taking it so long……I mean Rosie must have gone to bed hours ago……that ruddy owl…..I knew he was no good!" said Ron in an agitated voice.

"Oh calm down, darling, Hogwarts is not two streets away from our house! It will take some time for Bubbles to fly all the way here." reasoned Hermione. "Just close your eyes until Bubbles gets here. It's been a long day…." And with that, Hermione shut her eyes.

Ron knew very well that he was not going to get a wink of sleep until he knew of his daughter's well-being. He sighed and gazed at his wife of fourteen years. She was as beautiful as she had been all those years ago when Ron had started to fall in love with her; he could just stare at her forever. For Ron Weasley, his wife and their two kids were his world. They were the ones who made his life so happy and fulfilled. Ron was really content with his life, and a successful career as an Auror was just like icing on the cake.

But now, his daughter was off at Hogwarts, and in two years, his son, Hugo, would be all set to go to Hogwarts too. The thought of not seeing his kids' faces after coming home from work everyday saddened him. He had Hermione of course, and even though the possibilities of what could be done with her in an empty house were numerous, Ron knew that both of them would feel a little lost without their babies around.

Thinking of 'babies' made Ron's mind divert to another thought that had kept coming to his mind for the past couple of days. He had not seen it coming before. After Hugo was born, he and Hermione had decided that their family was complete, that there was no need for any more children. Ron was of this mind until the day Rose had received her acceptance letter from Hogwarts. From that day on, the thought of another baby kept filling his mind. Maybe it was the fear of not being able to bear his baby girl being separated from him or maybe it was something else, but with each passing day, Ron's musings of making another baby with Hermione were turning into a strong desire. He wanted to express it to Hermione badly, but she had been very busy in getting everything ready that Rose would need for school. So Ron decided to wait until Rose left for Hogwarts.

And now Ron and Hermione were all alone in their house, with Rose off at Hogwarts, and Hugo off at his Uncle Harry's and Aunt Ginny's place for a sleepover as he would "rather go to Lily's than to get bored." The more Ron thought about a baby, the more it made sense. Finally he decided that now was the right time to tell Hermione what he felt.

"Mione?"

"Hm"

"I wanted to talk to you about something for a while now….."

Slowly, Hermione opened her eyes. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking, we are going to miss Rosie a lot…"

"Of course we are going to miss her, Ron. I can finally understand how my parents must have felt when I first went to Hogwarts. And I was their only child, God it must have been even harder for them. Thank God we still have Hugo with us for the next two years at least!"

"Yes, but two years is not a very long time, you know. Eventually it's just going to be you and me."

"They'll be with us for holidays…but it won't be the same, will it? Well, we are just going to have to get used to it Ron, that Rosie and Hugo are no longer babies; they are growing up."

"You're right, love, but it feels like they're growing up too fast. I mean, sometimes I feel that it was just yesterday when Rosie said her first word or when Hugo took his first step. And as proud as it makes me feel to see them grow up into these wonderful young people, I do miss those times when I could just lift them into my arms and play with them."

"I know, darling, I wish I could use my old time-turner and revisit those memories sometimes."

"Well,.there is a way we can revisit those memories without using a time-turner you know."

"There is?"

"Uh-huh. See, we can't make Rosie and Hugo babies again but….we can certainly make babies again," Ron said with a shy smile.

A smile crept across Hermione's face too. "Are you serious?" she asked uncertainly.

"Yes, I am darn serious, Mione. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and nothing's going to make me happier than to have another baby with you."

"Unless you don't want to, of course," Ron added, unsure of whether he meant the last sentence.

Before bringing up this issue with Hermione, Ron had promised himself that no matter how badly he wanted another baby, if Hermione didn't agree to it, he wouldn't try and force her to change her mind. For it was he who was contradicting the decision of having only two children that they had made together, so many years ago.

"So what do you want, a girl or a boy?" asked Hermione in a stern voice, bringing back Ron from his thoughts.

Unsure of whether he'd heard what Hermione had said correctly, Ron asked in an utterly shocked voice, "What did you just say?"

"I asked you, Mr. Weasley, whether you would like to have another girl or another boy," Hermione said with a sheepish grin.

At this, Ron grabbed Hermione and kissed her passionately. "Are you sure … you want this, too?' he asked breaking away.

"I am sure, Ron, at least now I am, after knowing you feel the same way."

"You mean to say, you've been thinking about it, too?"

"Yes, I have been thinking about another baby for quite some time now. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have any reservations about it. But I see no point in holding it back anymore; It's going to be great!"

"You bet your arse it is! I don't like to boast but I have to say that we do make pretty good parents, and we make beautiful babies together," Ron said with a wink.

"We really do."

They stared into each others eyes one last time. Moving in closer, they kissed deeply. Ron whirled them around so that Hermione was lying on her back and he was above her, supporting himself on his elbows. He bent down and kissed her again. After nineteen years of kissing, they still enjoyed their kisses as much as they had for the first time, that night during the battle of Hogwarts. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and her lips again. He moved down to her neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting her there. She moaned in pleasure while entangling her fingers in the mass of his fiery red hair. Ron moved further down to work on her breasts. He pulled down the straps of her nightie and slid his hand inside. Hermione let out a loud moan. Just when Ron was about to lift her nightie completely over her head, they heard the noise of a beak loudly tapping on the glass window.

"Bloody hell!" Ron swore, breathing heavily.

Hermione tried to move Ron aside slightly so she could get up. "Come on, Ron, it's Rosie's letter!" she said, managing to push Ron aside and get up from the bed. Ron nodded and sat up on the bed. Hermione threw a robe over her body and walked towards the window to untie the letter from the owl's leg. She took out some owl treats from the chest near the window and placed the treats carefully on the window sill. Stroking the brown owl behind his ears, she cooed, "Thanks, Bubbles. You can stay here until tomorrow when we give you a letter for Rosie." Bubbles hooted cheerfully at the sound of his little owner's name.

"Are you done chatting with the owl, so that I can know how's my daughter doing?" Ron asked in an exasperated voice.

"Okay! I'm coming!" Hermione joined her husband on their bed. The moment she sat next to him, he tried to grab the letter from her hand. But experience had taught Hermione Weasley to be quick, and she instantly slapped Ron's hand away. "I'll read it out loud," she said firmly. Ron agreed with a pout to which Hermione rolled her eyes, but secretly she found it extremely adorable.

Moving on to the letter, Hermione tore open the envelope and unfolded it. She couldn't help but smile when she saw her daughter's neat handwriting spread across the parchment. Hermione read out the letter loudly,

"Dear Mum and Dad,

I just got to my dorm and immediately sat down to write this letter. Mum, Dad, I absolutely love Hogwarts! The castle looks so magnificent from the outside. And the interior, with the Great Hall and its enchanted ceiling, it is just how you described to me, Mum! Absolutely awesome! Oh, and Dad, I completely understand why you always praised the food at Hogwarts so much. It was scrumptious!"

Ron and Hermione smiled at each other at their daughter's choice of adjectives.

"Anyway, you'll be happy to know that I've been sorted out into Gryffindor, and so is Al! I was really nervous about being sorted into Slytherin, but the moment the sorting hat was placed on my head, it shouted out loud 'GRYFFINDOR'! I am so happy that I am in the same house as all my family."

Hermione started welling up at this point. Ron had a tear in his eye, but he wiped it off quickly and cleared his throat, saving himself from any kind of embarrassment. Instead, he pulled a handkerchief from his pajama pocket and gave it to his wife while putting an arm around her. Even though he had already charmed this witch nineteen years ago, he continued to follow 'the book' to this date.

After pulling herself together, Hermione continued to read the letter,

"While we were in the Hogwarts Express, Al and I made some new friends. There's this really nice girl named Ella Robbins and a boy named Matthew Bunch. Matthew was sorted into Gryffindor as well and Ella was sorted into Ravenclaw. Hey Dad, that guy you told me about, Scorpious Malfoy, he acts really weird. He was sorted into Slytherin as expected, but he doesn't talk much with anyone, not even with the Slytherin lot. He seems as if he's always scared."

"Why is she so concerned about Malfoy's kid?" Ron interrupted.

Hermione rolled her eyes and continued,

"Oh yes, before I forget, Hagrid said 'hi' and also said that he felt like it was just yesterday that he escorted Uncle Harry and you two to the castle. Okay, so now I am really sleepy, and classes begin tomorrow at 8. Mum and Dad, I love you and I am going to miss you guys a lot. Give Hugo my love.

Love,

Rose"

Hermione folded the letter back and moved her wand so that it was safely put inside the top drawer of the dresser. She moved in closer to Ron and hugged him. They held each other tightly, neither uttering a word, knowing that there was no need of words at such times. They both comforted each other with hugs, kisses, or even with just a reassuring touch. They understood each other completely.

"I bet she's going to have a great time at Hogwarts," Ron said, breaking the silence.

"She sure will," Hermione said, smiling weakly at Ron. He took her chin in his hand and locked her lips with his, pushing her to the mattress so that they could resume their earlier position.

"Oh, before I forget," Ron said looking into Hermione's eyes, "I want another girl."

Smiling up at Ron, Hermione pulled his face towards hers and kissed him intensely. Ron could tell from that kiss that it wouldn't be too long before his wife and he would have to wake up in the middle of the night at the sound of their wailing baby, hopefully a girl.

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