This idea just came to me, and I had to write it although I am currently and slowly writing on my Bellatrix/Voldemort story. This is an oneshot of a happening in Hermione and Ron's life, eight years after the death of Voldemort. Please read and leave a review!

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize from the Harry Potter series belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling!

Ron had been working the whole day and he was really exhausted. All he wanted to do was to come home, eat a lovely dinner and then snuggle up with Hermione in front of the tellysvion, some sort of Muggle invention which showed moving pictures. TV shows was what Hermione called them. And thinking of Hermione... He and Hermione had been together since the defeat of Voldemort, which was eight years ago soon. Although they had been a couple for so long, their love still felt as fresh as it had for so many years ago. Something that proved exactly that was the way Ron loved to spoil his cohabiting. So when he now spotted a flower shop on his right side, he couldn't resist walking inside to try and find something for his love. Ron saw many beautiful flowers; blue, yellow, white, big, small and even some who was jagged. Because it was a Muggle store, Ron wasn't too common with the plants and didn't exactly know what Hermione liked. But as soon as he saw the big, single red rose in the window, he knew that she'd love it. He bought it and continued his walk home, now in a much better mood than before with the knowledge that he would brighten Hermione's day. He hummed happily to himself as he opened the gate which was in front of their cottage. The evening was beautiful; it was in the middle of May and the sun was on its way down which gave the environment a stunning red and yellow shade. Ron opened the brown wooden door and hung off his Muggle coat. "Hermione, I'm home." He kicked off his shoes and walked further in to the living room.

"Hermione? Love?"

He started to get worried when he still didn't get an answer. After being on the run with his two best friends, he'd become more careful and more skittish. So it was without really thinking he pulled out his wand and started to tip-toe his way through the quiet and spooky house.

"'Mione? Hermione? It's me. Where are you?" he whispered into the emptiness. Suddenly, he heard something that sounded like a sob on his left. Quickly he turned towards the sound and found himself standing in front of the door to the bathroom. Without breathing, he slowly opened the door, scared of what he was or wasn't going to see. On the cold bathroom floor, curled up into a small ball was Hermione. Her beautiful bushy hair was a curly mess and she was sobbing. "Hermione", he breathed out as he fell on his knees beside her on the floor. He put his long, warm arms around her petite body and placed her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and continued to cry silently on his shirt. Ron began to affectionately caress her wild brown curls and softly whisper calming words in her ear, just like she had done with him so many times when he'd cry over his long lost brother, Fred. Soon, Hermione's tears started to slow down and her body didn't shivered any longer. Still caressing her beautiful hair, Ron took a deep breath to ask what had happened, when he got caught of a weird object next to Hermione. It was long and white, and on the middle it had a little square. The square reminded him of the tellysvion, except that this mysterious square was a lot smaller, and had a plus inside it. Ron decided that it must be some Muggle thing, and being a relative to Arthur Weasley made him very curious on what it was and why it was in their bathroom.

"Love?"

A faint sound came from the tiny witch in his arms, and he knew it was her way to beg him to continue.

"What's the pencil like thing beside you?"

Hermione slowly released one arm from the tight grip it had hold Ron in, and she reached out towards it. She hold it in front of their faces and examined the little square carefully at the same time as new tears started to fall from her chocolate dark eyes.

"No honey, don't cry! It's okay, everything's okay, I'm here..."

Hermione took a deep breath and lifted the white pencil thing so he could see it clearly.

"This", she said, extremely slow and with a wave of emotions in her voice. "This, this is a pregnancy test."

Seeing Ron's confused eyes, Hermione took another deep breath, and suddenly, tears fell down her cheeks with the same force as when he first found her.

"This, Ron," she said, her voice shaking, "is a pregnancy test. It's a Muggle thing that tells you if you are... if you're... if you're pregnant. And, well... If it's a plus in the square that means... It means..."

She struggled with her words, and finally Ron understood. She was pregnant. Hermione was pregnant. His girlfriend, the love of his life, was pregnant. With his child. He was going to be a dad. She a mum. She carried their child!

As Hermione saw understanding flashing in Ron's bright, blue eyes, she started to cry even more, and she throw herself at him and broke down in sobs.

"I'm so scared", she whimpered. "I'm so scared Ron, so bloody scared."

Ron looked down at the messy witch in his arms and he held her tight against his body, finally understanding what had caused her tears. You see, through all the years he had known Hermione, he had learned one specific thing. The reason why she'd always done her homework so ridiculous early, why she'd made a scheme when the exams was several months ahead and why she'd always had planned everything into the smallest detail. She wanted to have control. She wanted to be entirely sure that what she did was going to end the way she wanted it to. And that was why she was so afraid and scared now. That was why she was such a mess. She hadn't the slightest control of what was going on inside her right now. Ron hadn't had enough time to make out what he felt about a baby, but he didn't care anymore. All he cared about was Hermione. He placed his hands on each of her cheeks and tilted her head up so they looked in each other's eyes.

"Hermione, listen to me. You have nothing to be afraid of. We'll solve this. It is okay to be scared sometimes, and it's okay to not have control. If you don't want this, then we'll just take it out. It isn't that hard. I'm sure they'll take care of you on St. Mungos, and I promise you won't feel it a bit. And..."

His ranting came to a stop when Hermione put a trembling finger on his mouth. Her eyes where wide and her mouth slightly open. "I... I" she started, mumbling. She looked unsure. "Do... Do you want the baby?" Ron looked straight at her and thought. A baby. Although his thoughts were a mess, he could make out one thing.

"Yes. I want the baby. It wasn't planned or anything, but I want it. But if you don't want it, I don't want it either. I don't want you to do anything like this if it doesn't feels right for you. I mean, we can get a lot of children later, when we're more ready." He finished his speak somewhat lamely. Hermione looked at him with wide eyes.

"Would you do that for me?"

"Do what?"

"Get rid of the baby, just to make me happy?"

Ron smiled and put a brown curl behind her ear.

"You're the most important thing to me, in the whole world. I love you. Of course I would do that."

Hermione bit her lip and looked down at her belly. You couldn't see anything yet, but just the knowledge that a baby was inside it made Ron exited. She lowered her hand and brushed it slightly against her stomach.

"Yes", she said.

At Ron's again confused eyes, she continued.

"I want it. I want the baby. Our baby."

She smiled at him and at her choice of her words and tears started to fall again. But this time, it was tears of joy. A big smile appeared on Ron's face and he captured her lips in a lovingly kiss. He then brought his hand down to her belly and gently covered her hand which was placed on the soft skin there. As Ron's thoughts had been very much occupied, the rose he'd bought had completely left his mind, but it came back to him now. He stepped up from the cold, hard floor and dragged his girlfriend with him. "Come", he told her, sounding really excited. Hermione laughed but followed him, feeling better than she'd felt when she first found out about the baby. Ron almost ran to the hallway where the beautiful flower lay. He picked it up but hid it behind his back.

"This wasn't exactly the reason why I bought it, but it seems like it was a really good idea. Congratulations to the baby." He smiled and gave her the rose. Her face was lit by a big smile built on pure joy when she took the rose and pecked her boyfriend on his cheek. She brought it to her nose and smelled on the wonderful flower.

"Thank you." she said and grinned at him.