Holiday idea
"I AM NEVER GOING ON A HOLIDAY PACKED WITH MUGGLES!" yelled Ron Weasley.
"Oh Ronald do grow up", said Hermione Granger sighing. "It's going to be a cultural education for Rose and Hugo. You will enjoy it. After all you married a muggle",
"But Hermione why can't we just go to Diagon Alley or the Leaking Cauldron for few days?"
"Because Ronald, it's boring",
"It's not boring. We can have the new Berty Beans every flavour ice cream or buy a new owl or something",
"We can do that in September Ron. We go there every year",
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at her childish husband. She sighed and went back to her paper work.
"So, where did you get this holiday idea from?"
"Well, as you know my parents are away for a couple of months in America. So they said we are very welcome to use their villa in France. Ginny and Lily will be joining us too",
"Fine, I'll go but as long as we can use some magic",
"We'll only use emergency magic Ronald. You don't want to end up in court for using magic in front of muggles, do you?"
Before Ron could answer, Rose and Hugo Weasley came running downstairs in their PJ's.
"Morning kids", said Hermione. She poured four bowls of porridge onto the table.
"Mummy, are we going to Grandmas today?" asked Hugo.
"Don't talk with your mouth full Hugo", said Hermione. "And no, you're not going to grandmas today dear. You're going to Aunt Audrey and Uncle Percy's house today",
"Why?" asked Rose.
"Because mummy and daddy are going to work", said Hermione. Just then Helga the family owl appeared. She was carrying a thick package and a letter.
"Wonder who it's from", muttered Ron while stuffing himself with the porridge.
Hermione opened the letter and let out a squeal.
"What? Who's it from?"
"It's from Hannah Abbott, you know my colleague. She had twin girls last week and she sent us a box of French crème chocolate",
"Stupid France, stupid Hufflepuff", said Ron.
"Daddy, why do you not like France? Aunt Fleur is from France", asked Rose.
"Sweetheart, daddy is being silly. He loves France especially Veelas",
"I do not!" bellowed Ron looking up from his porridge.
"You do, don't you remember your fourth year Ron?" asked Hermione.
"Shut up Hermione or I'll tell them about bloody Bulgaria", said Ron.
"Ron! Language and don't you dare tell them!"
"Tell us what daddy?" asked Hugo curiously.
"Nothing, darling. Ron you're going to be late for work!"
Ron kissed Hermione, cuddled Rose and high fived Hugo before jumping into his car.
"Mione, how are we going to France anyway? Are we apparating?"
"We are taking the plane like the muggles",
"Nooooo!" moaned Ron.
Hermione laughed and waved him goodbye.