"Ronald Weasly! Why the sour face? It takes off half of your good looks!"

"There, there. Do I look handsome now?"

He smiled at her sincerely.

"Keep trying."

"Oh, well. I guess I'll have to explain myself. There are really a few things that always make me smile. After so many years of war and difficulties…having you here as my wife…and with that lovely growing belly of yours!"

"You mean I look fat like this?"

"Mione, dear, women have to put on weight when they get pregnant, remember?"

"Oh but I can't help feeling like a cow."

"One hell of a beautiful cow."

She glared at her half-heartedly, and then punched him hard and square on the shoulder.

"Bloody hell, woman! Control yourself…That hurt!"

"That was the point!"

He slid over on the couch, away from her, giving her the trademark Weasly pout. Hermione was the only one immune to it, besides Molly.

"That's just so you think twice before calling me the name of any domestic or farm animal…"

"So can I call you a zebra?"

"Really Ronald, you are impossible."

"No, dear, it is you who is a dream."

"Romantic to the bone, are we not?"

"And you love it."

"Can't deny that."

She flipped her wrist to stare at her watch, her eyes widened a bit as she saw the date shinning in the muggle digital clock.

"It's today."

"The anniversary?"

She nodded solemnly.

"We have to call our favorite wizarding world champion over for dinner." Hermione turned to write on a piece of parchment and Ronald stopped her, catching her wrist.

"Dear, just for you to know. I'd walk through the fire for you. A thousand times if you asked me to."

She cracked a smile.

"And I'm giving birth to your child, and I think that's more than enough payback for your devotion."

"You little minx!"

"And you love it."