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A/N: I've had this idea for a little while and decided to post it in honour of Harry's birthday. This is my first try at an OC pairing so I hope you guys like it! ~HogwartsPrincess89

Ronald Weasley sat on the couch in his living room with his head in his hands. His life had just been turned upside down. His eyes strayed to the piece of paper on his coffee table, the divorce papers seemed to be mocking him.

After the war his best friend Hermione Granger (now Hermione Malfoy) had set him up with his now ex-wife, Daphne Greengrass. He had been lonely and at the time he had nothing to lose, so he agreed to give her a chance. Daphne had become pregnant while they were dating and he had married her as soon as possible, his family's warnings wasted on deaf ears. His mother had been especially vocal, knowing that Daphne had never wanted children.

He had known this, of course, but Daphne had kept the baby so he pushed the thought away. Soon after their wedding Daphne had given birth to a baby girl. Rose Elena Weasley was absolutely perfect with his red hair and Daphne's brown eyes.

A few months after Rose was born they had found out that Daphne was pregnant again. She had been furious with him, but she kept this baby too. Daphne had given birth just four days ago to another baby girl. Isobelle Marie Weasley had the exact opposite looks of her sister with her mother's black hair and her father's blue eyes. His life had seemed perfect until an hour ago.

His wife had come down the stairs, a determined look in her eyes. "We need to talk." He had nodded and they had moved into the living room. "I want a divorce. We aren't in love and I never wanted children, which we will undoubtedly have many more of if I stay." He had been upset, but not shocked, he had known somewhere in his heart that this may happen. She wasn't happy with him, with them.

He was, however, curious as to the divorce part. Magical divorces were a lengthy and difficult process and as such they were very rare. She seemed to read his mind. "They expedited our divorce since you're a major war hero. All you have to do is sign." "What will happen to our assets, to our children?" He had asked.

"You get everything. The house, the car, the children. The only thing I am taking is half of the money in our joint account. That shouldn't affect you much since you kept your personal account." He had nodded sadly and grabbed the pen, signing his name. She had duplicated the papers, taking a set with her and removed her rings, setting them onto the table. She walked away without a word.

"Goodbye Daph." He whispered as the door shut. She had walked away so easily, leaving him a single dad of a one year old and a newborn. He dreaded telling his family, his mother especially. A cry interrupted his misery.

He made his way to his daughters' shared room and picked up the infant from her bassinet, rocking her gently in his arms. "Shh" he soothed the baby. "Daddy's here." He changed her diaper and cradled her in an arm. He turned to face his eldest, who was playing with some toys on her bed. "Hiya Rosie. Are you hungry?" "Hungwy." She replied. He chuckled.

He walked to the kitchen and reheated some pasta he had made yesterday. Another thing he had picked up after the war was cooking. It was a good thing too seeing as he now had to make sure he and his daughters were fed.

A part of him wondered why Daphne hadn't wanted the house, but looking around he understood. It was humble and homey, definitely not something she would be used to. It was only one floor; a fact Daphne had often complained about. The pictures around the house were dominated by his family, there was only one picture of her side of the family. She had taken it, he noticed.

Ding! The charm on the pasta alerted him that it was ready to eat. He fed Rose a bowl and then tucked in himself, attempting to eat around the baby in his arms. When he finished he noticed that it was time for Rose to take a bath. He put Isobelle in her crib and brought the magical baby monitor to the bathroom.

"Bath time Rosie!" She pouted out her lip. "No bath Daddy." He grinned at her stubbornness. "Sorry love, but you're getting a bath whether you want one or not." He picked up the squealing little girl and deposited her in the tub. She played with some toys while he washed her hair.

"Alright, time to get out." "No! I don't wanna." I sighed. "Please Rosie? For Daddy?" She tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Otay." She lifted her arms for him to pick her up. Soon she was in her nightgown and all ready for bed. He tucked her in and kissed her forehead. "Night Rosie." "Night Daddy."

He exited their room softly and made his way to the fire place. He threw some floo inside and stuck his head in. "Charlie's place!" His brother came into view. "Hey Charlie." He greeted. "Ron! What's up?" "Daph left us." He thought it would be better to just get straight to the point. "Please don't tell anyone yet I'm going to tell them tomorrow at Sunday dinner. I was wondering if you could come babysit for a couple hours. I'd like to go out to cope with this but I don't want to leave them alone."

Charlie nodded. "Yeah sure. I wasn't doing anything anyways. Be there in a mo.' " A second later his older brother appeared in his house. "They're in bed." He informed him. Charlie nodded. "Don't get too sloshed." He nodded and dissapparated. He walked inside the bar and ordered their strongest stuff. He downed half his glass in one gulp.

He hadn't been sitting there very long when he heard a voice from beside him. "I'll have a shot of firewhiskey." He turned his head and faced the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her figure was silhouetted in the dim lighting. Her black hair was pulled up into a graceful up do, green eyes sparkling brightly. She had a grace and authority about her. He had never seen her before, either here or at Hogwarts.

She took her glass and sat a few chairs away from him. He decided not to bother her tonight, he had only gotten divorced yesterday. Maybe he would approach her when he was soberer. She left soon after her shot, no one had approached her. Before she left he caught her eye. She smiled at him, and disappeared out the door. He had just started on his fifth drink when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Ron?"

He turned around to face the person, hoping it wasn't who he thought it was. "Bloody hell."