Ron & Hermione family story set Post Hogwarts! I asked my parents how they got together the other day and I had the idea for this story. As always tips and reviews are welcome! Happy reading folks! Oh and let me know if you want a longer story as I'm not sure what to do!

I own none of these characters. Everything Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling.

'Message received at 19:07 on Saturday…"Hey, I've just dropped Hugo off at Harry and Ginny's so I'll be home in a little bit. Okay, I love you." Ron's face lit up as he heard these words. He pushed the flashing button on the answerphone machine and went to see if Rose had finished her dinner. Walking into the kitchen, he heard the familiar voice of his daughter chatting on her muggle phone. Rose was now fourteen and had become quite the social butterfly, taking after her dad. He often wondered how she could spend so much catching up with her friends after only being home from Hogwarts a week.

"Rose? Your mum's gonna be home in a bit so might wanna say bye and help me with the dishes." He said in a tone that wasn't as stern as Hermione's but still got the message across.

"Sure, dad" She said turning her head away from the phone, "Hey, look I've gotta go help my dad do some cleaning…Yeah I know but they like me to help around the house… Okay, speak to you soon, bye!" She hung up her phone and placed it into her jeans pocket as she picked up a dish cloth and started drying various items of tableware.

"Hey, Dad?" She asked sweeping her ginger locks behind her ears.

"Yeah? He answered as he put a load of cutlery in the washing up bowl.

"How did you and mom meet? I know you said you knew each other from the start of school but like how did you meet?" As she spoke, she stared out of the window as if she was imagining her parents as their eleven year old selves.

"Funny story actually," he started with a grin "You know Neville? Well I was on the train, in the carriage with your Uncle Harry when this bushy haired girl opened the door and asked if anyone had seen the toad that he had lost. And that girl was…"

"…Mum?" She interrupted.

"You really did get your mum's brains. Yeah it was your mum. She was already dressed in her robes with her tie and everything, she was so short, bless 'er. She sat down after insulting my magical abilities and used a spell on Harry to fix his glasses and then she was gone. We didn't see each other until we got to the great hall to be sorted into our houses." He tipped the water out of the bowl and grabbed another dish cloth to help Rose with the last bits of drying.

"And you were friends straight away?"

"Actually, I couldn't stand her when we first met. She was a bit of a know-it-all and always had her head in a book with a name that I could barely pronounce."

"Surely I wasn't that bad honey?" Hermione asked with a smile as she placed a kiss on Ron's cheek and then Rose's forehead before putting her bag on the back of the chair nearest to her.

"Dad was just telling me how you met. Did you really not like each other? I thought you were best friends?" Rose asked as she put the last few things away.

"Well, not at first, we always seemed to be together though; whether it was in a class or walking from the great hall back to the common room. I guess we weren't officially friends for quite a few weeks after we met. We annoyed each other too much." Hermione chuckled as she reminisced on her early days at Hogwarts.

"But we spent all of our time together after that so we were bound to get used to each other and then over the years we became best friends." Ron said whilst moving behind his wife to massage her shoulders. She looked up at him with love and adoration in her eyes and held onto his left hand with her own.

"What made you ask honey?"

"Don't know, really. I was just thinking about how long you'd been together and then I asked dad in the kitchen." She said as she shut the cupboard and grabbed her phone out of her pocket. She suddenly went very quiet and looked at her phone. Hermione noticed a look in her daughter's eye. One she knew all too well.

"Huh. Fair enough. Oh and thanks for cleaning up you two. The place looks great!" Rose had become oblivious to her parents as she engaged in what seemed to be a very important discussion with someone via text message. She wondered out of the room and almost bumped into the table in the hallway as she made her way up the stairs to her room.

"Oh my goodness, Ron, did you see the look on her face when she got that text?" Hermione got up off the chair she had previously occupied. Ron looked blankly at her and tucked the chair in.

"Erm, should I have seen the look on her face? I don't know how to read her anymore. She seems to be quite mysterious since she's got back from school, attached to her phone like it was oxygen and then asking me about us and how we met and stuff. It's weird."

"You don't think she's hiding something from us do you, or maybe someone?" Hermione asked.

"That could explain it. Oh bloody hell 'Mione. She hasn't got a secret boyfriend has she? No she can't have, she's only twelve."

"She's fourteen Ronald, about the same age we were when we started getting all crazy about each other." She said lightly stroking his arm. He took her hands in his own and looked straight into Hermione's eyes.

"Well, what are we going to do? Do we take her phone when she's not looking? Should we ring Harry's and see if the boys have seen her with someone? We could ring Neville and see if he knows anything."

"Calm down detective Weasley." Hermione giggled and brought her hand up to his chin. "I'll go up and talk to her later." She kissed his lips softy and moved her hand back to touch his arm.

"Okay, you're sure that's the best thing to do?" He pulled her closer into a hug, locking his fingers around her back.

"Yeah, I think so." She sent him a warm smile and he responded with his half grin that made her melt every time.

"Okay mate. Be good and we'll see you about lunch time tomorrow, okay? Alright, good lad, be good…night." Ron hung up the phone and put his arm around Hermione. They were snuggled up on the sofa, in front of the fire; Hermione reading a book and Ron flicking though his monthly quidditch magazine.

"It's so quiet. Maybe Hugo can sleep at Harry and Gin's every night." Ron raised his eyebrows at her. She continued, "Okay, maybe not every night. I'd miss him too much. It's not enough that Rose is away at school but he'll be going back with her in September."

"I know. It'll be weird around here with neither of them around; it'll leave us plenty of time to do other things." Ron said with a wink as he put his magazine down and pulled Hermione onto his lap. She let out a laugh and her book fell on the floor. She wrapped her arms around Ron's neck bringing his head closer to her until their lips were inches apart. Ron needed no more encouragement as he covered his wife's lips with his own and let his arms fall to her bum, giving it a slight pinch. She moaned against him and brushed her hands through his messy ginger hair. It had been a while since they'd done this and they were both enjoying themselves, until…

"Rose" Hermione sighed as she pulled away from Ron.

"Excuse me?" Ron asked with confusion as he caught his breath.

"I needed to talk to Rose, about what happened earlier. She's been in her room for almost two hours." Hermione pulled her hands out of Ron's hair and settled them on his arms.

"It can wait can't it? I was kind of enjoying myself then."

"I know. It's just…what if she's upstairs and she's scared to talk to us about what's going on. I don't want her to think she can't talk to us about stuff. I need to go and talk to her. Fancy giving me some moral support?" She asked as she shifted off him and headed to the door.

"I think this might be one of those mother/daughter moments. I don't wanna make her feel awkward talking about guys and stuff with me in the room."

"You're a good guy, you know that?" Then Ron's eyebrows went so high Hermione thought they would end up in the back of his head.

"Bloody hell, you're not gonna give her the talk are you? Surely she's too young for that."

"Haha, no I'm not. I just want to make sure she's okay." Hermione left the lounge and soon found herself outside her daughter's bedroom door. She took a deep breath and knocked three times.

"Rosie? It's mum."

"Oh, you can come in" She heard back in a rather quiet voice. She opened the door and was greeted with the purple walls of her teenage daughter's bedroom. Rose, dressed in her pyjamas, was certainly a creative one with her drawings and various bits of magazine cut-outs on the wall. Hermione sat down on Rose's bed after moving various bits of paper out of the way. A small picture of the family had pride of place on her bedside table, next to it was a picture of Ron and Hermione shortly after the war had finished, hand in hand walking towards the burrow on a cold winter's day.

"Is everything okay, honey?"

"Yep, fine. Why?" Rose sat there with her back against her wall and her knees tucked up to her chin. Hermione noticed the same look in her eye as she had seen only hours before in the kitchen.

"When you got that text earlier, your eyes, they lit up and then almost hid themselves in the space of two seconds."

"Oh, that…I just got a message…from my friend…about a boy." Hermione could agree with Ron about one thing, she certainly did seem to be mysterious.

"Okay." Hermione said, deciding to leave her daughter to it. Rose took after both her mother and father and Hermione knew that if she didn't want to talk about something then she wouldn't. "You know Rose, I might be your mum but I was a teenage girl too you know, and if there's anything you need to talk about then I'm here." Her motherly tone came so naturally in times like these, she adored her children and wanted nothing more than for them to trust her. She gave it a second before getting off the bed and opening the door.

"Wait, Mum?" Rose spoke a bit louder and stretched her legs out. "There is something…but you can't tell dad. He'd flip if he found out, and you can't overreact or get all mushy like you do when you watch that film about Mr Darcy and Lizzie." She had a worried tone that Hermione hadn't heard before.

"Ha, okay. Now what's up mysterious girl?" She turned to see her daughter moving yet more papers and patting the space on her bed next to where she was sitting. Hermione smiled and sat down next to her daughter.

"There's a guy…"

"I knew it!"

"Mum, you said you wouldn't."

"Sorry, go on…" She placed her hand in her daughters.

"It's Scorpius." She paused, almost like she was waiting for her mum to shout at her or give her a disapproving look, instead, Hermione just sat there not saying anything. "I know you and dad don't exactly approve of him but he's a really nice guy if you look passed the fact he's a Malfoy. He's really sweet and well, we've been put next to each other in some of our lessons over the last year and when I've been stuck he's helped me; he's actually quite clever. Not as clever as you but still…" Hermione chuckled to herself and continued to listen to Rose. She knew as soon as Rose started to talk she would let everything out in one long speech. "Anyway, we were passing notes in class and he started to tell me that he liked me and was getting…feelings for me. I didn't know what to do but we've been texting a bit and I wanted to talk to you and dad about it but I was scared. I just don't know what to do." Her eyes stuck to a spot on her duvet cover as she finished.

"Well, I can understand you not talking to your dad about it, but you know you can always talk to me about things like this sweetie. Do you like him?"

"I don't know. I think I could. We've said we're both going to think about it over the Easter break and talk in person when we go back to school. I don't know if I'm ready for something like that. I mean with you and dad it was different. You'd been friends for ages before you got together, right? "

"Well, yes but it was natural and we had feelings for each other for years before either of us made a clear step to confess them."

"So, who made the first move?" Rose turned her head to look at Hermione, who had reached over and picked up the picture frame with that photo of Ron and Herself holding hands.

" Well, it was desperate times; I mean I thought we weren't going to make it through the night and then your dad mentioned going back to save the elves and you know what I'm like when it comes to house elves and something took over me and I kissed him." She didn't take her eye off the picture once as she spoke. "I guess, I'd known for a while how I felt and I didn't want to waste another minute without him knowing the same."

"So you're saying I should…what?" Rose asked

"Get to know him a little more. Don't put any pressure on yourself. With me and your dad, it happened so naturally, friendship turned to something deeper and it took us a while to get to where we are now but it was meant to be. Spend some time getting to know him as a person and then see where it goes." She tapped her daughter's leg and they looked each other in the eyes.

"Okay, thanks mum." Rose looked at Hermione with a warm smile and leant on her shoulder. After a moment or two, Hermione pulled her daughter in close, kissed her on the forehead and smiled, handing her back her picture.

"Okay, I better get back down to your dad and make sure he's not raiding the fridge." She smiled and got up off the bed. "Get some sleep Rose, you'll feel better in the morning." Hermione reached for the door handle and covered her yawning mouth. A thought occurred and she turned to her daughter who was now snuggling into bed.

"Rose?"

"Yes?"

"Why have you got that picture of me and your dad next to your bed? What happened to the one from the Ministry ball we went to last year?"

"You didn't look right. You were all dressed up and you looked great and everything and seeing dad in a suit is rare anyways, but on this one you both look so natural. Your hair is a mess and you and dad are both laughing. You just look so happy."

"Yeah, it is one of my favourites. You just make sure you find someone, one day, who will make you that happy. Goodnight sweetheart. I love you." She flicked off the light and was about to leave when she heard her daughter's voice again.

"Mum? How did you know what that look meant?"

"It's the same look Ginny had when she saw Ron after her and Harry became 'official'."

Rose laughed and her head hit the pillow. "Love you mum." Hermione shut the door behind her and made her way down the stairs.

The clock struck 10 and Ron had moved back into the kitchen to make hot chocolate for himself and Hermione. There weren't many muggle drinks Ron enjoyed but hot chocolate was an exception. He felt a pair of arms around his waist as he poured the boiling water into the mugs.

"So? How is she?" Ron asked.

"She's fine. Teenage girl stuff you know."

"Fair enough." He stirred the drinks and handed one to Hermione. Sitting down at the table he asked her the question to which he feared the answer. "So…were we right? Was she hiding a boy from us?"

"Maybe." Hermione replied, remembering her promise to her daughter.

"Anyone we know? Imagine if it was Malfoy's kid, how mad would that be? I'd kill her."

"Yeah, imagine that." Hermione half smiled behind her mug as she thought about her little girl upstairs asleep with nothing to worry about…until Ron found out.