Hogwarts Fairytale
Hermione's POV
I leaned in the doorway, staring into the pink, childish bedroom. Rose sat on the edge of her bed, her red pigtails bouncing as she squirmed. She looked a lot like Ron, maybe because she had red hair and freckles. But then again she had my brown eyes and sloped nose.
I rubbed my slightly swollen stomach, watching my husband pick up my daughter and place her on her small bed with the rails on the side. Rose had the tendency to sleepwalk. Of course I read tons of books about sleepwalking, but nothing worked better that Ron's half joking suggestion to put up a fence.
Ron pulled up the razzmatazz comforter and kissed Rose on the cheek. "Daddy?" She asked sleepily.
"Yes?" He said.
"Can you tell me a story?" She rolled over to face Ron, who sat on the edge of her bed.
"Once upon a time there was a handsome little boy and a smart little girl who met on a shiny magical train," Ron began dramatically, captivating Rose's attention.
"The boy was a real jerk though, because the girl was better than him at magic. But soon they became friends. They fought a lot over stupid things, and the girl was always right. Finally, the boy realized that he liked the girl when she stood up to a bully. But the boy was too stupid to tell her how he really felt," Ron continued.
"Why?" Rose asked through a yawn.
"In case she didn't like him back. The boy was really jealous when the girl went on a date with a really handsome and famous guy. And then in a few years the boy had a girlfriend, and the more he dated her, the more he realized he should be with the other girl. And when the boy was asleep, he would talk about the girl he really liked, and his girlfriend got mad."
Rose giggled.
"Well the boy wanted the girl to know he liked her, but he was too scared. But one day, during a war, they both thought they were going to die, and they both realized they loved each other. The End."
"What happened next?," Rose asked.
"Well they got married, and had a daughter named Rose Weasley," Ron poked her nose as she said her name.
Rose looked confused for a moment, her three year old mind processing her father's words.
"Let me give you a hint," Ron whispered as if it was a secret he was afraid would be overheard from the window.
"The handsome little boy was me, and the smart little girl is your mom," he kissed her head.
"When did you get so sweet?" I asked from the doorway. The two redheads turned to look at me.
"And I didn't even know you were listening," Ron teased. "But don't get too used to it," he added quickly.