A/N: This one's for my best friend Carey Grace (ClumsyFlier ), who ships Ron/Hermione like it's her BFF and little brother. She gave me things to include… "Ummm a piece of jewlrey, a bottle of something, shoelaces and an egg." On another note, the next chapter of Breaking Tradition is already longer than the first two and it isn't finished yet
Forever
"HUGO!" Hermione heard Ron yell from the kitchen. She sighed, and put down the necklace she'd just picked up. The mother of 2 was attempting to get ready for a date night with her husband, but having two young children was not making that task an easy one. She walked out of the bedroom and stopped suddenly, eyes wide.
"Oh my lord! WHAT happened here?" Somehow, her 6 year old son had gotten into the fridge and pulled an entire carton of eggs onto the floor from the top shelf. There the poor boy stood, covered and surrounded by broken eggs while his father looked livid and his older sister shook with laughter.
Hugo smiled. "Mommy! I wanted an egg, but I know you were trying to get ready, so I took my shoelace and made a lasso, like the cowboys on TV! But it didn't work…." Hermione was now attempting to contain her laughter. It looked like they had another Fred or George on their hands.
"Um, Sweetie, thank you for trying, but next time just ask me or your dad, ok?" Hugo nodded. "Ok, now go hop in the shower." She watched her forlorn son trod of in the direction of the bathroom and was glad they had gone with tile in the whole house. She reached under the sink to grab a bottle of spray bleach and a sponge to clean up the egg catastrophe, but Ron stopped her.
"You go finish getting ready, and I'll wipe this up real fast before my mom gets here, ok?" Smiling, Hermione gave him a quick kiss and headed back to their bedroom. Ron rolled his eyes as soon as she was out of the room. Why she insisted on cleaning up messes the muggle way would always confuse him. Stowing away the cleaner, he waved his wand and the eggs moved themselves to the trash bin.
Hermione was standing before the mirror struggling with the same necklace as before when Ron walked up behind her. His hands replaced hers on the clasp, and he made quick work of it. The taller man dropped a kiss on the nape of Hermione's neck before resting his chin on her shoulder and smiling at his wife in the mirror. They would have been perfectly happy to stay that way, staring into each other's eyes, but life interrupted. Suddenly, the doorbell was ringing, dogs were barking, kids were screaming.
Oh well, Hermione thought, we have forever for little moments.
A/N: So… how was it? I don't like writing straight couples… or Ron and Hermione that much. Did it suck?
