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A/N: The characters may be a bit out of character. If you don't like it, go have a cry.

I Want Another One!

Ron and Hermione Weasley looked down at the sleeping toddler. Hermione stroked his curly, red hair gently.

"I can't believe he's four years old already." She whispered.

Ron nodded. "Yeah. I can still remember the day we brought him home from St Mungos. Do you remember, Mione?"

Hermione looked up at her husband. "Of course I remember!" She looked down at her son again. "How could I have forgotten, what with your mother owling me every five minutes to make sure I was feeding him correctly."

Ron laughed.

Hermione placed a finger on his lips. "Shh. You'll wake him."

"No I won't. He'll sleep like a log tonight because of all that birthday cake he ate."

"A big appetite." Hermione grinned. "Just like his dad."

"C'mon, let's go to bed." Ron quickly added, "Mrs. Weasley."

Hermione giggled. She'd been married to Ron for five years now and still the thought of being Hermione Weasley sounded quite girly.

They retreated to their own bedroom. It was a hot night so Hermione just wore a crop top and a pair of knickers, whilst Ron just wore his boxers.

Hermione lay in Ron's arms silently. Ron had something on his mind; she could tell by the way he kept so silent.

"Ron." She purred. "Is something the matter?"

Ron shifted nervously. "Er… Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Have you… have you ever thought about having another one?"

"Another what?"

"Another baby."

"Oh!" Hermione sat up, Ron sat up too. "Oh, no Ron. I haven't."

"Oh." Ron sounded a little disappointed.

"But that doesn't mean I don't want to." Hermione added quickly.

Ron brightened up a little. "So… should we…"

Hermione put a hand on his shoulder. "Ron, I'd love to have another child with you, just not now," She sighed deeply. "I mean we finally got a normal family. You know how hard it was to try and be normal again."

"Yes Hermione, I do. And in normal families it's common to have more than one child. Look at mine, for example."

"Ron, don't you understand?" She looked at him with teary eyes. "I was eighteen when I had our son! Eighteen! For four years things just didn't make sense. Now I don't want any more big changes for long time."

Ron just stared at her. "Hermione, wouldn't you like a daughter?"

"Ron! Didn't you listen to what I just said?" Hermione cried. "And by the way, I'd love it just as much if it were another boy. But don't change the subject." Tears stated rolling down her cheeks.

Ron put his hand on her face and wiped the tears away with his thumb. "Hermione, you are a wonderful mother, despite how young you are." He looked deep into her eyes.

"How would you feel if the only child you ever conceived was an accident?"

Hermione smiled at him cheekily. "Well when you put it that way," She leaned towards him and kissed him passionately. Ron pulled himself on top of her and continued kissing her back.

"I love you, Mione." He whispered.

"I love you too, Ron." She said before kissing him again. Suddenly, she pulled away.

"But we're only having one more. I'm not having another six like your mother." She added sternly.

"Of course," Ron kissed her again. "But what if it's twins?"

"Oh, well if it's twins that's fine."

"What about triplets, or quadruplets?"

Hermione laughed. "Ok, now you're being ludicrous."

Ron smiled. "Mione, I'd just like to say that no matter what-"

"Ron?" Hermione butt in.

"Yes?"

"Do you want this baby or not?"

"Of course-"

"Then shut up and kiss me!"

Fin.

A/N: This is my first fan fic by the way. Just thought I'd add it. Not that anyone cares, so let's think about it. We could sit here all night reading about me complaining, or you could click on that little review button in the corner.