It was Ron's favorite time of day. It was early evening, dinner was finished and he was relaxing with his family. The lanky redhead sat in the den of The Den. He loved his home but it was nothing compared to the love he felt for the brunette sitting in her reading chair by the hearth. Ron's wife of six years had excellent taste and the home was cozy and practical. The redhead's long form was stretched out on the floor as he played Bob the Builder with his son. Ron gave a smile as the four year old babbled excitedly about his favorite muggle toys. The redhead was just starting a tower with his son when a screech pierced the air.

"AAAAHHH! DADDY!"

Ron shot to his feet and was on his way out the door before his wife stood up. As he started down the hall a mane of thick auburn hair barreled into him. Scooping up his daughter Ron asked, "What's wrong Rosie bear?"

"It's in my room," she mumbled into his neck as the young girl clung to her daddy's neck.

"What's in your room honey?" the blue eyed man asked as he walked down the hall to the steps that lead to the children's rooms. As he climbed the steps with his long legs Ron's daughter shook her curly head tickling his nose. "You can't tell me? Can you show me?" he asked. Auburn hair tickled his cheek as the little girl nodded. Stepping through the door marked 'Rose' the ex-Auror was assaulted by pink. There were dolls, faeries and unicorns. And books. Merlin, there were a lot of books. What kind of kid reads that much? Much to Ron's pleasure though, in a place of honor, was Rose's well used Weasley-McCoy Beginner's Broom.

"So, Princess, what's wrong?" Ron asked lovingly coaxing his daughter. Peeking from under her thick hair the blue eyed girl pointed towards her desk. Really, what kind of six year old has a desk, Ron thought. "I see," Ron said, "Well, fear not pumpkin, daddy used to be an Auror. He'll fix it." With the young Weasley still clinging to his neck Ron walked over to the desk. Then he saw it. With a quick motion Ron reached into his pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, swept it across the desk and quickly stuffed the balled up handkerchief in his pocket.

"There you are pumpkin. Daddy made it disappear," Ron said placing his forehead on his daughter's. The young, bright eyed girl responded by pulling back to arm's length, beaming at her daddy, and then giving him a big, wet kiss on the cheek. Pleased with himself Ron turned grinning towards the bedroom door. Hermione stood in the door with a loving smile while Hugo clung to his mother's leg with big brown eye's looking at his father.

"What?" Ron asked raising an eyebrow. "It was only a spider."