Just a little something with Ron and Hermione's kids. Decided it'd be a nice change from the other fics which have tended to be more focused on Harry and Ginny's. Nothing too wonderful, just some family fluffiness.

"Rose! Hugo! What the hell did you do to the cat?" Ron Weasley shouted up the stairs at his children. Hermione had gone to the Ministry and left him in charge of them both; they'd gone outside to say their goodbyes, and as soon as Hermione had Apparated away, a large boom came from the house. He'd made his way inside, only to discover that Crookshanks II, named in honour of Hermione's first, half-Kneazle cat, had been turned blue.

The two youngsters bounded down the staircase, each beaming; feigning innocence.

"Daddy? You called us." Rose looked at her father, her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet and batting her eyelashes.

"Don't you look at me like that, Rose Weasley," he pointed at the cat, "now what the bloody hell did you do to you mother's cat?"

Hugo spoke up, "what makes you think it was us? Perhaps one of the cousins simply Apparated and Disapparated in the time it took you to come back inside. That would have allowed them to turn the cat blue."

"Precisely, I couldn't have said it better myself, dear brother."

"I doubt your cousins would've Apparated here to turn that bloomin' cat blue." Ron knew his children were responsible, but he absolutely hated it when they sounded so much smarter than him that he couldn't prove anything.

"You don't know that for sure, though."

Ron bent down until he was eye-level with his daughter, "Rosie, I'm your father, and what I say goes."

"Just because you're an adult!" Rose huffed, spun on her heels and stormed back up the stairs with Hugo in tow. Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes. She was definitely her mother's daughter.

It was several hours before Hermione came home. Just before lunch, she appeared in the kitchen where Ron was looking helplessly at an open fridge, he jumped in shock when she came up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Bloody Hell, Hermione! Give a bloke a heart-attack, why don't you?"

"Well, hello to you too, dear." Ron turned around to face her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she reached up her own until her fingers entwined with his hair. He bent down and brought his lips to hers, as their faces were inches apart, Hugo came bursting into the kitchen. They quickly pulled away from each other.

"Mum!" He raced forwards and jumped into his mother's arms. She let out a laugh as she stumbled back slightly. She put him down and pushed a loose strand of hair out of his eyes before planting a kiss on his forehead.

"How's my boy?"

"Great!" His bright blue eyes twinkled and the eleven year old smiled, showing his pearly white teeth.

"Hugo, what did you do?" At that moment, as if on cue, a very blue cat emerged from under the table. Hermione gasped.

What can I say? Hope it wasn't too horrible.

*Kizz