"Ron dear, let's go!", Ron Weasley's wife called from down the hall of their decent sized flat.
"Hurry we'll be late for the train." She hollered one last time. "Don't worry Hermione, its nearly nine O'clock we have plenty of time ." Ron replied pecking Hermione on the cheek, eyes strangely puffy.
Hermione smiled then met his eyes to take a good look at him. 'Ron—Are you—have, you been crying?" she questioned, worried showed in her eyes. "Well…" he looked nervous."Ron what is it? Tell me."
"Its Rose Hermione she's leaving our daughter, she's growing up!"Just by the look of his face and ears you could tell he was somewhat embarrassed, about being so affectionate at this moment. "Oh Ron!" Hermione hugged the discombobulated ginger.
"I'm scared too—about Rose, our Rosie." She was in tears now too.
They embraced each other until a clamor of noise was heard near the other room.
"HUGO! That's mine, give it back, and give it back — NOW!"
"We better go check on them" Ron announced lifting himself and Hermione up off the chair they were sitting on.
When they reached the room where all the clamor was coming from,Hermione was the first to speak, "Now what's all this about?" "It's Hugo mum, he took my book, Hogwarts: A History!" Hugo is this true?" Ron questioned his mischievous son.
"Dad lets be reasonable here—"He was cut off by his mother,"Give it Hugo" he handed the book back ,and his parents smiled and fled out of the room and intertwined their hands."Just like you, Rose. She is just like you." Ron beamed.
Hermione replied in a tone far more than enthusiastic, "Then she'll do just fine wont she?"
