A/N: I wrote this while supposed to be doing my homework at eleven o'clock at night, so bare with me. It's just a short piece that popped into my head while rewatching HP6. Enjoy!

"Now all you do is read that bloody book. It's like being with Hermione." –Ron, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince movie

Ron sauntered into the bedroom rubbing a hand through his hair. "She back to sleep, then?" Hermione asked, looking at her husband over her reading glasses. Ron nodded while yawning. "I told you not to wake her up." Her tone was half stern half teasing.

"I just wanted to see my daughter after a long day at work, so sue me." He made his way over to his set of drawers and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms. "She was happy to see me. After she stopped crying, that is." He took his time changing, obviously sore from work then went into the small bathroom located in the corner of the room.

"Of course she was, you just can't expect her to be all sunshine and daisies when you wake her up. She takes after you when it comes to sleep." Ron stood in the doorway, toothbrush in his mouth.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he smiled.

Once he got settles into bed he turned to his wife to have one of his pre-sleep chats only to find that she was completely engrossed in her book.

"You know what I've been think?" He propped himself up with his arm and ran a finger gently up and down her arm.

"Reading, Ron" she said, flipping the page.

"We're doing pretty well with Rose, yeah?" He continued as if she had not said anything. He got a grunt in response. "Maybe we should have another." Hermione's book fell from her hands into her lap.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I think we should have another."

"Another?"

"Yeah. Give Rosie a little brother or sister. I think she's be good at it."

"She's four months old, Ron, the only thing she's good at is managing to vomit on every single one of my good shirts."

Ron let out a chuckle before his wife's glare quickly shut him up. "Right, not funny."

"And what makes you think we can handle another baby? I've got my hands full with one as it is."

"I'll try for a better schedule at work, take more days off. I can help around the house!"

Hermione studied her husband. "How long has this been on your mind, Ron?" She smiled sheepishly.

"About three months." Hermione let out a surprised laugh.

"Three months?" Ron nodded, a slight blush appearing on his ears. "I do want more, just not so soon. Maybe when Rose is older." She gave Ron a small smile then went back to her book. Not that she could really concentrate much on it. She spent the next ten minutes repeating the conversation over and over again in her mind.

She was in the middle of rereading a sentence for the fifth time when the book was snatched out of her hands and tossed across the room. "Ron, I was-" she was cut off by his lips on hers.

"Might as well practice a bit." He moved his lips down her neck. "Want to make sure we get it right when the time comes." Hermione laughed and dug her fingers through his hair, tilting her neck back for better access.

"I'm confident we're doing very well." She took off her glasses and half set, half tossed them onto her nightstand. "But I've never said no to a bit of practice." As Ron's hands started to roam, they heard a loud cry from the nursery. He sighed and rested his forehead against hers. "I'll get her," she said and got out of bed.

When she returned, Ron was fast asleep. She climbed into bed and turned off her bedside lamp. She cuddled up to her husband, resting her head on his chest, her book forgotten on the floor.