I don't own Harry Potter
I love Ron Weasley
And I'm envious of J.K. Rowling's fat mountain of cash
That's all there is to it!
Hugo Weasley: What's In a Name?
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!" came the roars from the front room, out of which a tall, red-headed (and currently red faced) man stormed, making his way into the living room and plucking up the gurgling toddler sitting on the floor, who had been gently terrorising her aunt with a toy wand.
"What is it now?" Ginny Potter said, struggling to get to her feet, with a firm hand over her swollen stomach.
"Aren't you two supposed to be going out? I was under the impression that was why I was staying here tonight…" Ginny said, tiredly.
Ron gave her a strained look, whilst trying in vain to hold his squirming daughter.
"Well we WERE, until Mione dropped one hell of a bombshell on me" grumbled Ron.
"Oh, so she's just revealed to you that she's actually Eloise Midgeon cleverly disguised while the REAL Hermione enjoys drinks with a handsome mystery man elsewhere? Yeah, we all knew about that" said Ginny, her words drenched with sarcasm. Her joking, however, went unappreciated by Ron, and did nothing to calm him, his face was now as red as his hair, which, to make matters worse, was being pulled, chewed and yanked by an ever curious and oblivious Rose.
Hermione suddenly appeared in the doorway, making speedy motions across her neck, telling Ginny to quit while she was ahead. She then hurried over to Ron, pulled the confused toddler out of his arms and balanced her awkwardly between her hip and baby bump.
Ron and Hermione stood, glaring at each other, while Ginny quietly chuckled.
"So… What's happened this time?" she sighed, running a hand over baby potter number three.
"Oh for the love of Merlin!" said Ginny as she looked up suddenly,
"You haven't been discussing names again have you?"
Everyone knew that Ron and Hermione were famous for, among other things, their bickering.
They had argued all the way through school, through the battle, all the while they were dating, through their engagement and even had a small argument on their wedding day! And while bickering for Ron and Hermione was sort of like a weird foreplay (always ending in fantastic make-up sex) for everybody else it was a pain in the arse.
Ginny absently thought back to the last serious fight her brother had had with his wife.
It had been just before Rose was born. They had both arrived back from St. Mungo's, after seeing the healer about learning the sex of their chid. Hermione and Ron were over the moon that they were to have a healthy baby girl, yet as soon as they arrived home, a fully fledged battle erupted over what her name would be.
For every name Ron suggested, Hermione would retort that it was best suited for an old folks home, and for every name Hermione suggested, Ron stated his daughter could look forward to up to five good kicking's a day.
There was screaming and there was yelling, but after around ten minutes of fighting, something snapped, the couple locked eyes, and pounced on each other…
A few hours later a concerned Harry apparated to their house, only two find his two best friends indecently dishevelled and on the floor.
He was never quite right after that… thought an amused Ginny.
"SO!" she said, snapping back from her reminiscing. She took in the scene. Her brother stood, glaring down at his wife, while her sister in-law glared, if not more ferociously, up at her husband whilst struggling to keep hold of little Rose, who was now trying to chew on her mothers bushy brown hair.
"Ronald" bit Hermione "was being an unreasonable PRAT, just for something different…"
"Well what happened?" asked Ginny.
"Ok, so we're getting ready to leave, and Hermione brought up baby names again" Ron motioned to Hermione's swollen belly, in which rested their son.
"And I was telling Ronald that I thought it would be fair if I chose the name this time, seeing as he picked Rose" said Hermione, absently running a hand over her daughters head and giving her a kiss.
"I did not pick Rose!"
"Yes you did! I remember!"
The couple broke off into a battle of incoherent arguments, whilst Ginny stood, her head aching from the sheer volume of the words flying back and forth between the two Weasleys.
"ENOUGH!" She shouted, gently taking Rose from Hermione, seating herself on the couch and bouncing her niece on her knee.
"Ron you git, you did pick Rose remember? After that seeker from the Cannons you used to fancy" Ron looked at his shoes and mumbled something about world records, averages something else incoherent yet no doubt laced with swear words, while Hermione crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
"So anyway, I was telling prat-face here…"
"Oh, so stunningly mature my love" said Ron sarcastically.
Hermione promptly ignored him.
"I was saying how I'd love to name the baby after a famous muggle painter or novelist or something you know?" Hermione sighed. "So that was all fine until Ron saw the book I was holding". Hermione left the room and came back holding a battered copy of Les Misérables. She clutched it to her chest."It's my favourite"
Ginny caught Ron's face softening as he gazed at his wife, his face hardening however, when his eyes fell on the book she was holding.
"I've just got no idea what you're on about Ronald" Hermione sighed dejectedly.
Ron snatched the book from his wife,
"Gin! Have you SEEN who wrote this book!? Just look!" He picked up his daughter of her knee and thrust the book into her hand.
"Les Misérables" narrated Ginny as she read the front cover "by… Victor Hugo"
Ginny pursed her lips so she wouldn't burst out laughing, and raised here eyebrow.
Hermione looked scandalized
"Oh for Merlins sake, are you serious Ronald? Are you SERIOUS?!" Hermione was now shrieking, and Rose turned in her fathers grasp, startled by her mother's tone of voice. Her face twisted and she started to bawl.
Ron rocked her back and forth
"Shhh, come on sweetheart, Shhh"
Hermione, looking thoroughly distressed at the sight of her crying daughter, rushed over, completely forgetting her previous anger and outrage, and was stroking her daughter's fluffy red hair while whispering words to soothe her as she whimpered in her father's arms. Rose slowly calmed down, and snuggled back into her father's arms, gently cooing while Ron and Hermione stared into each others eyes.
"You really are a prat" She sighed, lifting her arm so she could run her hand through his shaggy red hair. She smiled as he let go of a breath he had no idea he was holding, this was always a good sign.
"Do you honestly think I would name your son Victor? Come on Ron…"
He smiled and stroked her cheek with his free hand. Rose went unnoticed, happily cradled in her fathers other arm, once again yanking at his hair.
"I know, I'm sorry Mione, I love you" he said dreamily, still gazing into her deep brown eyes.
"Why don't we name him like, Hugo or something, anything you want, just not… you know" he said sheepishly as he stroked his free hand over Hermione's protruding stomach.
"Ok then, Hugo Weasley it is" Hermione beamed, placing her hand over Ron's.
Ginny still sat on the couch, feeling thoroughly out of place, she was intruding on the couple's private moment. She got up, carefully took Rose from Ron without disturbing them, and walked down the hall, turning into the soft pink room adorned with pictures of unicorns, rainbows and ballerinas, some moving and some perfectly still. Ginny gently placed Rose into her crib, locating a fluffy white toy cat and handing it to her niece.
"Your mummy and daddy are right silly buggers aren't they?" she chuckled and kissed Rose. Ginny pointed her wand at the magical baby monitor, making sure it was on, turned on the soft night light and made to leave the room, stopping as a pile of books grabbed her attention. She smiled as she picked up the topmost book, and read the cover: A Revised and Updated History of Hogwarts- by Hermione J. Weasley. Ginny shook her head and laughed, placing the book back on the pile, and gently closing the door. She made her way to the front room. She heard a soft thud, a feminine giggle and a deep moan. Blushing, she turned on the spot and with a loud crack appeared seconds later in the front room of her own house.
Ginny wandered down the hall, hearing laughter coming from the living room. She leant against the door frame and took in the delightful scene. Harry Potter- the boy who lived, defeater of Voldemort and basic saviour of the wizarding world, was stumbling around the room, trying in vain to chase young Teddy Lupin and his son James, who had taken his glasses hostage. As Harry ran, fell, picked himself up and fell again, little Albus, who was seated on the floor, shrieked and clapped his hands with delight. Ginny walked into the room, bending to ruffle Albus' unruly black hair and kiss his pudgy cheek. She was noticed by Teddy and James, who were signalled by Ginny to not reveal her presence. The boys snorted with laughter as Harry came closer, and groped for his glasses, swearing mildly as he fell when the boys took off to the other side of the room. Ginny followed, gently taking the glasses from James, and kissing both of their cheeks. She walked over to Harry, who had somehow managed to find the couch and was now bargaining with the boys for his sight.
"Teddy? James? Come on boys, look, if I can get my glasses back I'll… I'll take you to see Uncle George? How does that sound?" Harry pleaded, and the three boys roared jubilantly at the thought of visiting George. Ginny smirked and walked up to Harry. She sat on his lap, and slid the glasses back on his face, and kissed him deeply, happy with the look of thanks and surprise on her husbands face.
"Oh thank Merlin" Harry laughed. "Yeah, don't think I won't get you back for this" he laughed and pointed at the boys. He pulled Ginny onto his lap and kissed her again, resulting in a chorus of "eeeeeeeeeeww" from the boys. Ignoring them, he ran a protective hand over her stomach.
"So, not that I'm complaining, but why are you here? Aren't you looking after Rosie tonight?" Harry asked, as Ginny gazed upon her two sons and Godson, now playing with a miniature quidditch field, making the players fly back and forth while the Viktor Krum figure, noticeably disfigured (thanks wholly to Uncle Ron) sat on the miniature bench.
"Hmmm, well, you know Ron and Hermione" Ginny sighed as she leant back on her husband and watched the children fondly with a contented sigh.
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