Hermione ran her finger along the dusty, oak desk, and then the stiff chair beside it. They hadn't been used in months, years really, seeing as that was how long Ron hadn't lived at the Burrow, which was where she was now. He had needed to collect something before they attended his nephew James' first birthday party (Heck, James was as good as her nephew too), and she was waiting for him in his room. She turned around and stared at Ron's unused bed. It was made, for once, and Hermione felt a strong urge to go and sit on it. She walked over to it, and sat down. The bed rattled a little, but Hermione paid no attention. She was sitting on her boyfriend's childhood bed, where he had slept for about 18 years. She brought the blanket to her nose, and wasn't surprised to see it smelled like him, and she smiled.

Hermione got up, and sat on the chair, trying to imagine a younger Ron sitting in the same place, writing a letter, or doing some schoolwork over the summer. She laughed quietly. Who was she kidding? This was Ron she was talking about. He didn't do homework during the school year, so there was no question about him doing it over the summer!

Hermione tugged open the first desk drawer. It squeaked from lack of use. It was empty except for some papers. She pulled the second drawer open. She found some really old looking Drooble's Gum, Chocolate Frogs, and Bertie Bott's Beans. She also found a small blue book, which, she realized with a jolt, matched the exact colour of his eyes. She opened it tentatively.

Ronald Weasley, it said, in terrible handwriting. July 1st, 1991.

Hermione's heart leapt. Ron's old diary! Or journals, as boys preferred to call it. Should she read on? Sure, this journal was written before he knew her, so it couldn't be that bad.

Mum is making me keep this stupid journal. Said she will check every day! What the bloody-? "RONALD!" The book screamed. Hermione's eyes grew wide. Did the book just scream? Hermione laughed as realization dawned upon her. Mrs. Weasley was so smart. She had charmed the book, so that whenever Ron swore, it would scream. She read on.

Geez, mum. Anyways. We have to keep this blooming (the book growled) diary every day of the summer. Its supposed to be 'creative'. Stupid thing. Anyways. I have nothing to say. I guess I'll write in this tomorrow.

As she had read, Hermione's grin had grown wider and wider. She could so imagine her little 11-year-old redhead, writing in this very same blue book. She heard Ron's footsteps, and quickly jammed the drawer back inside, and shoved the book into her purse. Of course, she had put a, you guessed it, Undetectable Extension Charm, on it.

"Hermione?" He called, as he approached his old bedroom.

"Hi, Ron. Did you find what you were looking for?" She asked, as she made her way to the door. He nodded.

"Ok, let's go," She said, as she smiled lovingly at him. He grinned her favourite lopsided grin, and they walked downstairs to floo to the Potter household.

Hermione scrunched up her nose as she whirled around the fireplace, soot and dust clouding the air around her. But the sensation passed as soon as it came and she stepped into the Potter's airy and large kitchen. Ron stood before her, and placed a soft kiss on her still-scrunched nose, as she laughed and quickly unscrunched it.

She grabbed his hand and turned around to the island, where Ginny was talking loudly on the phone and widely gesticulating.

"Mum, I told you! Chocolate icing, not buttercream!" She waved briefly to Ron and Hermione, as she rolled her eyes.

"Yes, there is a difference, James likes icing, not buttercream!"

It was Ron's turn to roll his eyes at Hermione as he slipped his hand out of hers, and walked to the pantry and opened up the cupboard.

Hermione shook her head with a smile as she headed to the island to put the salad and chicken she had brought.

Always the same, she thought, as Ron ravaged wildly through the cupboard, and Ginny screamed into the phone, "see you in a minute, Mum! I have to go now!"

Harry walked in, holding a whining James, and his expression quickly turned dazed, witnessing Ron manically scavenge through the cupboard while eating a Chocolate Frog, and Hermione busying herself over the stove.

"Hi," he said faintly, but no one heard him, because Ginny had yelled into the phone. Harry quickly gave a surprised Ron James, and took the phone from his wife, who's face was almost as red as her hair.

"Molly, she's a bit worked up now, so sorry. See you in a little while!" he said, and hung up the phone.

"What in Merlin's name are you two doing here so early?" Harry demanded of his two best friends, dropping the cheerful tone he had used a second earlier.

"Well, we thought we could help with the food and prep," said Hermione, a little sheepishly.

"If you meant finishing OFF the food, then yes, you have helped with that," Harry said sarcastically, gesturing to Ron, who as if on cue, burped loudly.

"What? I was hungry," he said defensively, as he moved closer to Hermione. James started crying.

"Ron and Hermione, sorry, but you're not helping now, please leave, okay?" said a flustered Ginny, as she took her son from Ron's arms, as Harry rubbed her back.

"But-"

"OUT! NOW! THIS INSTANT!" Ginny screamed, nearly dropping James, who had started crying loudly with the ear piercing sound

"Don't get your wand in a knot, we're leaving right now!" said Ron, who grabbed Hermione and they apparated out, leaving a disgruntled looking Harry in their wake.

They reached Ron's sitting room.

"We should have told them we were coming," Hermione told Ron, as she sank onto the brown leather sofa. She felt the sofa dip as Ron sat beside her.

"Did you see the look on Ginny's face? Priceless!"

"You really shouldn't have ravaged their pantry, Ronald," she said.

"Why does no one understand I am a growing boy?" He asked.

"Ron, you stopped growing about 9 years ago!" Hermione laughed.

"Growing mentally.. you know, getting smarter and all," he said, as he lay down on the sofa and positioned his head on her lap. Automatically she began stroking his hair, pushing the loose strands off his forehead.

"Ron, when are we going to be throwing our child's first birthday party?" she asked, but immediately clapped a hand over her mouth when she realized what she said. The thought had been running through her mind all day, but she didn't mean to tell Ron. Not now, not when their careers had just taken off, when they had so much other stuff on their minds.

"I mean..." she mumbled weakly.

Ron sat up.

A/N : Hi there! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the story.

. I would really love it if you keep reading.

This chapter was more of a space filler. If you're like me, then I hope you enjoyed the fluff!

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