Just a little bit of fluff between Ron and Hermione. They are married, Rose is two, and though it doesn't mention it, Hermione is pregnant with Hugo. Cheers!
Hermione jerked awake, breathing sharply. The dream had felt so real—she sat up and pulled her knees to her chest to be certain she wasn't petrified again.
"'Mione?"
Ron lifted his head off his pillow, squinting at her through the darkness. "You alright?"
"It was just a bad dream," she told him with a shaky voice. I sound like I'm talking to Rose, she thought vaguely. She rested her forehead on her knees, and felt Ron's arms pull her into a hug.
"The Basilisk again?" he asked. "You always sit up after those ones."
"I wish I would stop having nightmares," Hermione said, frustrated. "That stupid snake is long dead."
"Yeah it is," Ron assured her. He checked the bedside clock and chuckled. "Rose will be getting up any moment now. I don't think she understands weekends yet…"
Hermione looked out the window to see the dawn-lightened sky. "I guess I could get started on breakfast," she said. She gave an involuntary shudder.
"You forget about that dream, alright?" Ron told her sternly. "We've got a two year old daughter to think about right now." He pointed toward the door, where a big pair of blue eyes were peeking through the crack.
Ron and Hermione smiled at each other, leaving their bed and crossing to the door. Ron scooped Rose up in his arms and the three of them went down the hall to the kitchen for breakfast.