Hello! I am going to write 100 drabbles based of a prompt list I found on tumblr (where else) called "100 Ways To Say I Love You". I'm hoping to write 100 different pairings-romantic and otherwise-and I do have ideas for some of the prompts on the list, but if you would like to request a specific ship or friendship (or family pairing, or any other combination) and a prompt, please do feel free! You can find the full list on my tumblr, but I should say now that the prompts are courtesy of .com, and the Harry Potter universe of course belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just messing up her sandpit, and this is purely for fun. See you all at the other end, eh?

One More Chapter - Ron & Rose

"...and such protections have kept the staff and students of Hogwarts safe for many generations," he finishes. "And as well they should," he adds looking seriously at his daughter, who blinks up at him, gurgling. "Or we'd have all sorts of Dark Wizards attacking the school left right and centre, and then where would we be? Up the creek without a paddle, that's where."

Rose splutters, sounding startlingly like she's blowing a raspberry at him. "Quite," nods her father. "Now, d'you think you might go to sleep now, little baby? Or am I going to have to read you your mother's favourite subject: apparition into and out of the school grounds?"

Rose wriggles about in the crib, like she's settling herself in for a good bit. "Very well," Ron says. He clears his throat. "A History of Transportation To and From the School Site," he reads. "A mighty fine sub-heading, if ever there was one." Rose gurgles in agreement.

"Apparition within Hogwarts' grounds has been impossible since the early days of the school. Records suggest that the Founders were unwilling to risk entry of any potentially dangerous visitors, and so placed wards around the castle with protections of their own devising. However—and this is the important bit, Rosie, your Mum'll test you on this later," he says in an aside, and he swears she understands, because there's a touch of Hermione straightening up, readying herself for a difficult question from a teacher in the way her shoulders stiffen ever so slightly, and her eyes follow him as he finds his place in the book again.

"However, it has always been possible for the current Headmaster or mistress of the school to lift these wards for their own purposes. This has, on occasion, produced some unintended consequences. In 1643, whilst Headmaster Derril Pyworthy lifted the wards to allow for a visit from the current Minister for Magic, a number of students took advantage of his action to introduce to the school a herd of Howling Bibblecrumps, which—a herd of what? Did Luna edit this book?!"

Rose sneezed. "Bless you," he says automatically, still staring at the book. Maybe it's the darkness, stopping him seeing correctly. He'll be borrowing Harry's glasses next. Or maybe the lateness of the hour sending him slightly loopy; it's nearly—

"Ron? It's three-thirty in the morning," Hermione's voice says softly, and he looks up to find his wife standing in the doorway. "You know you should just wake me if she needs feeding, it's not a problem." The dark circles under her eyes and the weight she's lost suggest otherwise, but he senses that this isn't the time to bring that up.

"She's not hungry," he says instead. "And she doesn't need changing, and she's not ill or running a fever, and she's not even crying. She just...won't sleep."

"She does that," Hermione says. "Your mother says it's normal, that some babies are just like that. She said when she had Charlie, she was only managing about two hours a night because he hardly slept, but he's turned out fine. But...I'm worried. What if I'm doing something wrong, and—"

"Hermione, love," he says, shushing her. Rose has been quiet, but Hermione's voice, growing louder and louder, is starting to disturb her, and she grizzles slightly. Hermione immediately reaches towards her, but Ron puts out an arm, stopping her from picking her up. "Shush now," he soothes. "Hush."

He's not sure if it's his daughter or his wife he's most trying to quieten, but it works on both. Rose's soft cries stop, and Hermione slumps against him slightly. "Sit down by me," he says softly. "Come on. There's nothing you're doing wrong. Rose just...doesn't sleep."

"But what if—"

"No what ifs," he says firmly. "Some babies are just little buggers like that." Hermione snorts softly, then sits down in the chair next to him, snuggling into his side. She yawns hugely.

"What were you reading to her?" she asks, once the yawn has passed. In response, he simply holds up the book, and she squints at its title in the dark. "Oh. Oh," she says, once she's read it.

"Well, it's her mother's favourite," he says. "Got to indoctrinate her, eh?" She shoves him, then rearranges herself so she's lying against him, summoning a spare blanket with a flick of her wand.

"Carry on, then," she murmurs. He finds his place and keeps reading, but within two minutes she's out like a light, a dead weight against him. He doesn't begrudge her the sleep; she has certainly earned it, doing the late feeds night after night after night. Twenty minutes after that, Rose is looking sleepy, too, but her eyes are still open. Ron's are starting to hurt with the effort of staying awake, his voice is hoarse from reading aloud for hours. Every time he tries to stop, however, Rose begins to grizzle again, and he can take a hint.

"One more chapter?" he asks, and she coos in response. "Very well. Ahem. Hogwarts, A History. Chapter seven: the development of a curriculum. Are you comfortable? Then we'll begin."

PS: I'm going to try to write some non-Weasley pairings here. I know. Hold onto your hats indeed. So, if you have any ideas as to who I can write about, please do leave a review :)