There can never be enough Romione love - thus, this drabble collection. It'll be 10 post-war moments. Emily xx.
Hermione grinned widely; a completely happy smile, a rarity for her.
It was as though her happiness was contageous, because Ron was smiling just as wide as she was.
"One of our own," Hermione murmured, her eyes twinkling. Ron took her hand into his and began rubbing circles with his thumb into her palm, in a soothing, relaxing motion.
"I can't even imagine it," he admitted, laying a hand on her flat stomach. He scrutinized it with his eyes, as if he was searching for a bump that wasn't there. He pulled his hand away.
"It's not going to show immediately," she laughed.
"I know - but there's something in there," said Ron, as if it were the most alien thing on earth, triggering his wife to roll her eyes.
"Our baby, yes," she said slowly.
"Blimey..." he replied, eyes going comically wide.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at his face, trying to decipher his emotion. "Are you sure you're happy about this? You said you'd like children, and we really couldn't wait much longer -"
"It's just a surprise, that's all," he said calmly, in the face of his wife's worrying.
"A good surprise, right?"
"Definitely."
Hera; Gods and Goddesses Competition.