Ron skipped down the street, humming a quick tune. "Hi, Harry!" he shouted, waving enthusiastically as his best friend Apparated into the middle of the road.
"Whoops, can't seem to figure this out," Harry muttered to himself. "Hi, Ron! I'll see you at tea next week!"
"Bye, Harry!" Ron grinned as Harry Apparated away. He continued skipping along the sidewalk until he reached a light purple house with a sidewalk lined in lavender blossoms. He straightened his floral pattern tie and opened the front door.
"Honey, I'm home!"
"Daddy! We're so glad you're home!" Two curly-haired little girls pounced on him as he stepped through the door.
"Daisy! Marigold! I'm so glad I'm home!"
A spatula waved around the corner to the kitchen. "Ronnikins! I'm making pies for dinner!" Ron picked up his giggling daughters and carried them to the kitchen.
"Pie? For dinner?" Ron kissed Lavender's cheek. "I'm so lucky I married you."
Lavender smiled and turned her face to press her lips to his. "Yes, you are. Pie?"
Ron grinned. "Yes, please." He opened his mouth wide, and she brought a fork-full of apple pie up to his mouth.
Ron awoke with a start, covered in sweat. He stared into the blank darkness as he tried to reconcile his dream with reality. He scowled and shook his head. "Merlin-forbid."
"Ron?" Hermione sat up next to him, a gentle hand on his arm. "You alright?"
"Yeah, hon - sweetie. Everything's fine." He smiled in the darkness, putting a hand on hers.
"Bad dream?" She asked, her voice groggy with sleep. Ron shivered.
"Terrible."