Hey guys! So this is a total fluff piece, nothing else. It's just going to be a series of short one shots about the Weasley Family (By which I mean Ron, Hermione, and their kids). It goes in no specific time order, so don't be surprised if one chapter takes place when the kids are teenagers and the next before they're even born. It's just a whole bunch of ideas I've had. Hope you guys like it!Oh, and to my beloved The Unexpected Heir fans, worry not, the sequel is coming very soon, and this wont delay updates at all, I promise! Wow, longest A/N ever. Anyways...

The Trip

Year: 2009

Ages: Ron - 29, Hermione - 29, Rose - 3, Hugo - 2

Fun Fact: Rose already knows the whole alphabet...forward and backwards.

"And don't forget that Hugo-"

"-Won't go to sleep without his stuffed hypogriff, I know," Ron assured his frantic wife.

Hermione nodded and picked up her purse. "And make sure that Rose-"

"-Drinks her flu potion." Ron gave her a smirk. "They're my kids too, 'Mione, I know all this stuff already."

"I know it's just-"

"Hermione, love; go. Have a good time, we'll be fine."

Hermione breathed deeply. "I know you will. I just... I wish I could bring you guys with me."

"Maybe next time," Ron said. "Tell your parents happy anniversary for me."

Hermione smiled tentatively. "Okay," she said. "Well, I guess I best be going." The look on her face was still somewhat nervous.

Ron smiled at Hermione and pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you," he said, kissing her head softly.

Hermione's stress and worry left her. Of course they would be alright, Ron was a great father. "I love you too," she said. "I'll be back by tomorrow afternoon." She gave Ron a quick kiss and said, "Have fun with them. And try to be good!" And with a popping sound she Dissaparated from the room.

Ron chuckled and headed up the stairs to his daughter's room. Rose was already awake. She sat cross legged on her bed, laughing as many books floated in circles in the air around her head. Suppressing a laugh, Ron pulled out his wand and waved the back back to their respective places on the shelves. "Morning Rosie," he said as he made his way over to her bed and took a seat. He summoned the bottle of flu potion from the cupboard in the washroom, poured it into a teaspoon and gave it to his sniffly nosed daughter.

He knew that the floating books were completely unintentional, (young witches and wizards already sporadic magical outbursts only got crazier when they were sick, hence why they couldn't go to Hermione's parent's anniversary party) but at the sight of it he couldn't help but think of how like her mother Rose already was, summoning books toward herself. "So," he said and Rose drank the potion off of the teaspoon. "What do you want to do today?"

Rose tapped her finger to her chin in thought. "Hmm," she said. "Could you make my dollies talk so we can have a tea party?"

Ron laughed and took the spoon back from her, banishing it. "Sure honey, but you should get dressed first."

"Okay," Rose said, hopping off her bed. Ron helped her into a pair of jeans and a Weasley jumper (avoiding the frilly dresses that Hermione seemed to love dressing her in) before leading her out of the room and toward the room of his youngest child.

Hugo was also already awake when the pair arrived. He sat up in his toddler bed, babbling to himself and hugging his favorite stuffed hypogriff. "Hey little guy," Ron said, bending down to pick up his son. "Did you sleep well?"

Hugo nodded.

"Good morning Hugo!" Rose nearly shouted below him. Hugo's eyes went wide as he stared down at his sister and smiled.

"Daddy, down, down!" he demanded. Ron placed Hugo on the floor next to his sister and walked across the room to grab a pair of overalls for Hugo to wear. Careful so as not to disturb his happiness, (Rose was keeping him occupied with an intense game of peekaboo) he slid them on.

"Alright," Ron said. "Come on you two, it's time for breakfast." The first half of the day went by rather easily. The kids ate breakfast without too much of a fuss and went on to play peacefully while Ron cleaned up. He kept Rose occupied by enchanting her dolls to speak and sing and dance with her so that she could have a 'proper high tea', and after searching for half an hour for the missing stuffed hypogriff, he finally put Hugo down for a nap. He even almost had time to read the Prophet, but Rose had spotted him and insisted that he come join her for tea.

By five o'clock Hugo was awake and playing with a toy flying broom, Rose was staring at a book, trying to figure out how to read, and Ron, clad in a tutu and tiara from Rose's tea party, decided that he best start making supper. He stood in the kitchen, frying pork chops in a pan while he used his wand to stir potatoes in a bubbling pot, when he heard a scream. Abandoning the cooking food, Ron rushed out into the sitting room.

Hugo lay on the floor crying, his toy broom beside crashed him. He'd obviously fallen off. Rose was running around the room screaming. The book she'd been trying to read chased her, flapping it's covers like wings. "What the-"

"Help!" Rose screamed. "Daddy, help!"

Ron ran toward her, scooping Hugo up in his arm as he went and with his free hand pulled out his wand. "Stupefy!" he said. The book halted and fell clattering to the floor. Rose looked both relieved and terrified. "Rosie," he said. "I know you can't help it, but while you're sick I need you to try your best not to concentrate too hard on anything, okay? Just until you're better."

Rose nodded so quickly Ron worried whether she was hurting herself.

"Good girl," he said. He turned his head to look at the hiccaughing Hugo in his arms. He was still just getting over a crying. "Let's just put away the broom for tonight, okay buddy?" he said. Hugo nodded into his father's shoulder. "Good," he said, patting the boy on the back. "See? We're all good. Mummy had nothing to worry abou-"

"Daddy, smoke!" Rose stated, sounding more amused than anything.

Ron spun around on his heals to see that there was, indeed, a large cloud of smoke billowing from the kitchen. Cursing under his breath, Ron put Hugo down next to his sister and ran into the kitchen, shouting back to them to stay where they were. He navigated his way through the thick smoke and finally found the stove where upon sat a frying pan, it's contents - once pork chops but now a flaming heap of black mush, spitting flaming pieces everywhere. Ron sighed and reached for his wand. His pockets were empty. "Rose! Hugo! Where's daddy's wand?" he called.

"You left it here, daddy," Rose called back. "I'll bring it!"

"No!" Ron said, coughing in the smoke around him. "No, just... stay there." Thinking fast, Ron grabbed the pot of boiling water, potatoes included, and poured it over the flaming pork. The fire extinguished and piping hot water and potatoes spilled everywhere- probably, Ron figured, breaking the stove. When the smoke cleared Ron took in his surrounding, ran his hand through his hair and, having nothing better to do, laughed. "Alright guys," Ron said as he reentered the siting room. "Who wants leftover cauldron cakes for supper?"

Ron sat in the family room the following afternoon, watching Rose and Hugo play on the floor in front of him. He smiled. "If you don't tell your mum that I'm letting you draw on the floor," he said, "I'll let you do it again." Rose giggled and doodled a small flower on the wood floor.

"Don't worry, we won't tell her, daddy."

"Tell me what?" Hermione asked, appearing in front of them.

"Mommy!" they both squealed, jumping up to hug her tightly around the legs.

Hermione smiled and bent down to pick them up and squeeze them tightly."Oh, I missed you guys!" she said, kissing them both on the head. Finally letting them go, she looked down at the scribbles around her feet and laughed. "Oh boy, what did daddy let you do?" she asked, shaking her head.

Ron smiled at her guiltily."Sorry," he said. "Just keeping them entertained."

"That's alright," she said, pointing her wand at the floor where the drawings were. She muttered something under her breath and the artwork disappeared. "So," she said. "How'd it go?"

"Great," said Ron. "How was the party?"

"Alright," Hermione said. "So... anything particularly interesting happen last night?"

"Nope," Ron lied. "Pretty normal night."

"Really?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Ron gave her a guilty look and quickly changed the subject. "Rose," he said, looking down at his daughter. "Show mummy what you can do." Rose smiled and hurried off to her room, carrying a book upon her return. She opened it to the first page and stared up expectantly at her mother who, in an interested manner, kneeled down to meet her daughter's eye level. Rose pointed on little finger at the small words on the page. "The Fountain of Fair For... for..."

Hermione opened her mouth to help her, but Ron shook his head as if telling her to stop.

"For..tune. Fortune!" She read aloud proudly. "Mummy, I can read!"

Hermione beamed at her. "Honey I'm so proud of you!" she exclaimed, pulling her daughter in for hug.

"Not bad, eh?" Ron commented. "Before we know it she'll be correcting to teachers at Hogwarts, just like her mum." Hermione snickered.

"Well, I should hope so," she said. She smiled at her family. "Alright, who wants some cauldron cake to celebrate?" Ron shook his head. "I was just getting to that love... we're all out of cauldron cakes at the moment..."

I know, not exactly literary gold, but hey, first chapter. I promise the stories will get better as I go.