Ron was the first to wake up, but it was in the middle of the night. He rubbed his blurry eyes lazily and waited for them to go back to his normal eyesite. Once that happened, he looked at Hermione tossing and turning and screaming out Ron's name in... ecstasy? His mouth dropped open and felt like it had hit the floor. She was just calling his name out like that night they had together. He glanced quickly at Rose, who was still asleep, and then he looked back at Hermione. He wondered what was happening in her dream...

Hermione's Dream:

..."Ron!" Hermione giggled as he tickled her, "Stop it!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, you're just too god damn irresistible!"Ron replied innocently, making Hermione shiver in pleasure at the words 'Mrs. Weasley'.

"Don't swear and take the Lord's name in vain," Hermione slapped him playfully on his shoulder.

"Ow!" Ron clutched his shoulder and rolled off the couch, as if he was about to die. "I'm hurt!"

"Oh, poor, Ronniekins," Hermione jumped off the couch and kneeled beside him, "I'm so sorry. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"Well..." Ron said, pretending to think, "I think there is," he sat up and leaned in close to Hermione.

"Oh, and what's that?" Hermione asked, leaning in as well.

"I think you know," he breathed against her lips before kissing her passionately. Hermione responded enthusiastically and wrapped her legs around Ron's waist as he stood up and pushed her back against the coffee table. He broke the kiss, lifted up her skirt and ripped off her knickers.

"Ron, just take me!" Hermione pratically screamed and he did just that... after he unbuckled his jeans and kicked off his socks and shoes. He thrusted inside of her just as he threw away his boxers. Hermione moaned in pleasure as Ron thrusted into her again. They found their rhythm together and they soon came. Ron landed on top of his wife and rolled off her, immediately landing on the floor instead. Hermione lazily looked over and giggled, but squealed in suprise instead as Ron grabbed her and she landed on top of him. She gasped as she felt his throbbing erection beneath her.

"We've only just done it, and you've suddenly gotten hard again?!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, you have a big affect off me," Ron put her onto her back and whispered into her ear, "Good thing Rose and Hugo are at your parents house," and he was about to thrust into her again, only...

"Hermione, Hermione, wake up!" Ron decided to finally wake her up by shaking and hissing at her. Hermione slowly came out of her dream, savouring her precious dream moment.

Hugo she thought to herself it must be another child of Ron and I's, but I have to admit, it's such a beautiful name. Hermione sat up and wiped her eyes, but came in contact with blue ones. She blushed, but was thankful Ron couldn't see her reddened cheeks in the dark.

"Why are you blushing?" Ron asked. Hermione gaped.

"You can see me in the dark?"

"Well, we drank a lot of carrot juice back in Auror training to keep us being fit and healthy. I read about it in a fitness book that it helps your eyesite as well," Ron said, matter-of-factly. "So why were you shouting out my name in you're dream?"

"I-I was?" she asked, turning redder than before. "Er, I-I don't know... what else did I say?"

"You said were saying the names Rose and Hugo, and-and that I should take..." he started to blush as well.

"Oh... oh," Hermione said. She didn't know if she could get any redder than she was now.

"So... Hugo," Ron conversated, "That's a nice name. I'd probably call my son that if I had one,"

Hermione nodded. "Me too."

Silence.

"Does Rose have a middle name?"

"What? Oh-oh, yes. It's Hermione." Ron snorted and smiled. "What?"

"I told you back in Hogwarts that if I ever had a daughter I would call her middle name Hermione to show my grattitude to you," Ron beamed at Hermione. "You did it for me, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did," she was suprised when Ron hugged her.

"Thank you. I know you hate your name because you think it's ugly, but it's not, trust me, it's not. Your name is the most beautiful name I've ever heard."

"Thank you, Ron, and you're welcome," she replied and silently giggled and was caught off gaurd when he kissed her on the cheek. He pulled back and stroked Rose's hair casually. Hermione watched him do that . She was turned on by Ron's kindness. He had always turned her on, no matter what the situation was. Suddenly, she blurted out, "I think she loves you more than me," Ron looked up and gave her a suprised look.

"No she doesn't! You've been with her for two years. Looked after her for two years and educated her for two years. She's really clever you know. I think you've done a good job with her," Ron turned around to look at Rose's clock. "2:45 already?!" Ron stood up quickly.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"I'm going to go get ready for work," he replied, picking up the two pair of socks Hermione and Rose didn't need.

"But that's ages away yet and you've hardly had any sleep!"

"Yeah, but in Auror training we used to get up early to work out and I think it's actually grown on me." he scurried out of the room before she could say anything else. Hermione fell back onto the mattress and sighed.

"By the way," Ron popped his head through the door, "This whole situation with Viktor isn't over and I'm gonna find out what your dream was one way or another." He gave her a smile and then went back to his bedroom. Hermione sighed and didn't want to think about the situation so she just fell into a dark slumber.

"Hermione, Hermione, wake up!" Hermione groggily wiped her eyes and sat up and slapped Ron's hand away as he kept on shaking her. "Ow!"

"Shut up. What time is it?" she croaked.

"9:30am."

"WHAT?!"

"Joking, joking. It's only 8:00am. You have one hour to get washed, dressed and ready." she saw Rose was already woken up was she was dressed in a light blue dress with white sandles.

"You have washed her, haven't you?" Hermione asked as she looked at Rose's wet hair tied up and she got up and put the mattress and duvet away back in Rose's walk-in wardrobe.

"Well, yeah," Ron blushed a bit. Rose quickly said that she was hungry and was going to have breakfast so she ran down the stairs.

"Be careful! Were you alright when you washed Rose?" Hermione asked and smiled at Ron.

"Well... it was... awkward," Ron had a look on his face. "But like, in a good awkward way. I hope you don't think I'm some sort of paedofile or pervert because I'm not!" he said frantically.

"Ron, Ron, Ron, calm down!" Hermione laughed. "You can wash Rose you know. I found it awkward at first, but then I got used to it. You just need practise and have confidence and you'll be alright," she hugged him. "Have you had breakfast yet?" she asked as she pulled away.

"Nope," she could smell the minty freshness in his breath, "I was busy waking you up," Ron smiled. "I'll see you downstairs once you're done." Ron closed the door and walked downstairs. He saw Rose climbing the cupboards, but he quickly picked her up and set her down.

"Rose, that's dangerous! And what are you looking for?" Ron was scared that she was going to fall, but Rose turned to her dad as if it wasn't dangerous at all.

"Chocolate Frogs and Sugar Quills! Mummy's hidden them somewhere and won't give them back!" Rose said with a pout. Ron found it cute, but sighed and put her in her high chair.

"Rose, Chocolate Frogs and Sugar Quills are not suitible for breakfast. I tell you what, why don't we go into Diagon Alley after my work shift is over and we can buy all the sweets you want! How about that?" Rose nodded and hugged Ron. He hugged back and smiled. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Cheerios!" Ron got out the cereal packet and poured it into a bowl with milk and got a spoon. He fed Rose and Hermione came down fifteen minutes later just as he was finishing his own breakfast. Hermione had some Cheerios as well. The buzzer went off and Hermione got up to open the door. She came back with Viktor behind her.

"Oh, it's you." Ron said bluntly. He was pleased to see Viktor still had those scars and bruises from last night.

"Ron!" Hermione hissed.

"Herm-own-ninny, I vas vondering if I could haff breakfast here because my electricity vent off and-"

"Why don't you fix it by magic?" Ron cut in angrily. He wouldn't have this bastard sitting here eating with him.

"-I am getting other people to do it because I don't know the spell to vix it. So can I haff breakfast here?" he asked sweetly.

"Of course," Hermione faked a smiled. She checked the clock. It was now 8:20am. She quickly fixed up some sausages, eggs and bacon with ketchup and passed it to Viktor. He ate it sloppily and quickly. He finished it in five minutes flat! Ron found that disgusting and wiped off the excess spit Viktor had put on him while eating.

"Thank you, Herm-own-ninny," he kissed her roughly on the lips. "I vill see you tonight at eight." and he disapparated. Hermione wiped her lips with the back of her hand and quickly put the dishes in the sink.

"I'll wash these later," she turned around and checked the clock again. "8:25. We should get going. Floo or side-along apparation?"

"Apparation. It's easier," Ron replied, making Hermione cling onto Rose and he gently held Hermione's hand. With the wave of his wand, they were in the Ministry, but bumped into someone on the way.

"Oh, sorry!" Ron was suprised to see who it was. "Ginny!" Ginny looked up and beamed.

"Hello, Ron, Hermione and Rose," she said happily while hugging her big brother. "How are you?"

"We're fine. Is this you're first day?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Yes it is. I'm really excited and nervous at the same time," Ginny sighed happily.

"As long as you don't turn into Rita Skeeter, I'm happy for you," the three adults laughed at Ron's joke, but Hermione said that they had work to go to after a quick chit-chat.

"Oh, OK, I'll see you at lunch and Ron, tell Harry I love him!"

"Will do."

"Good luck, Auntie Ginny," Ginny kissed Rose's forehead and run off down the hallway waving. Ron turned to Hermione and said a quick bye before flooing to his department. He sighed upsettingly. He wanted to do what Ginny did to Rose before she left, but resisted. He was about to unlock his office, but remembered that he had to ask permission for Rose to stay. He walked up to his bosses office door and knocked on it.

"Come in!" called Duggo. Ron entered to see his boss looking over paperwork. "Ah, Ron," he smiled as he looked up and glanced at Rose.

"Hello, sir. Is it alright if Rose stays again?" Duggo sighed.

"This isn't a daycare centre, but don't worry, I'll let you off." his smile turned into a smirk and went back to his paperwork.

"Thanks, sir." Ron was about to close the door, but Duggo said,

"Ron, since you have nothing to do today, you may have a day off." Ron opened and closed his mouth.

"A-Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly.

"Of course! Oh, here's you're pay," Duggo opened his draw and something for it. He pulled out a pouch.

"Er, how much is in there?" Ron asked, eyeing the bag with glee.

"One hundred Galleons of course. You and I both know you're an extremely hard worker. Go treat yourself!" Ron was about to protest, but Duggo kept interupting him and shooed him out. Ron bounced the heavy pouch in his hand.

"Can we go buy my sweets now daddy?" said Rose innocently. Her father laughed.

"Rose, let's go see you're mummy first and tell her the good news." Ron bumped into Harry on the way down to the Department of Law Enforcement.

"Hey mate, how come you're not at work?" Harry asked, tickling under Rose's chin.

"Duggo just gave me the day off and my pay," Ron tossed the pouch to Harry which he catched. His eyes widened at the weight.

"It feels like a block of gold!" Harry exclaimed.

"One hundred gallons," Ron said proudly. Harry tossed the pouch back.

"I have to go now mate. I only went to get a sandwhich because I didn't have breakfast this morning," he cheekily grinned. Ron shook his head at the thoughts of his best mate and sister.

"OK... oh, wait, Ginny says she loves you," Harry's eyes had love and compassion shown in them. Instead of going back to the Auror Department, he dreamily walked into The Department of Journalism. Ron smirked and sniggered and walked into Hermione's department. He knocked on the door softly and waited for a reply.

"Come in!" replied Hermione's, from Ron's opinion, angel-like voice from the door. Ron entered and Hermione was shocked to see him in her office.

"Ron, what are you doing here?" she asked as he closed the door and sat on the chair in front of the desk and gently put Rose down. Ron quickly explained what happened and passed Hermione the pouch full of coins. Her eyes widened at the weight just like Harry's did.

"Wow... all this for doing nothing?" Hermione teased.

"Hey! I'm a hard worker, I finished all my paperwork yesterday!" Ron said in a mock hurt voice, but went back to his normal one. "What have you got to do today?"

"Not much," Hermione sighed and passed Ron the pouch back. "Today's pay day. I hope I get mine today because I didn't get mine last time, but that time was irrelevant from bringing Rose to work." Suddenly, the door bursted open and Ophelia strode into the room.

"Hello, Hermione... oh, Ron, you're here as well!" she quickly pecked his cheek and Rose made a noise of disgust. Hermione was fighting back a smile and the blonde haired woman glared at the little girl. "Here you go, Hermione, sixty-five Galleons paid up," and she quickly turned her attention back to Ron. "Where are you taking me tonight?" she asked as she sat on his lap.

"Oh, er, I'm not sure really," replied Ron uneasily, fidgiting.

"Well here's a place I like and we can go there!" she turned to Hermione and demanded, "Pen and paper." she held out her hand and when Hermione passed it to her, she snatched it and quickly wrote down the place. Ron looked at Hermione and it looked like she was about to cry.

I hate Ophelia Ron screamed hatidly in his head. Ophelia passed Ron the paper.

The name of this restraunt is called Pushlio and it's located in Diagon Alley.

I want you to be there by 8.

Love, Ophelia.

Ron nodded and folded up the piece of paper and pocketed it.

"Er, miss," Hermione spoke up timidly. Ophelia sighed and turned to Hermione.

"Yes?"

"M-My pay is ten gallons short," Hermione said in a tiny voice.

"You're so god damn picky!" Ophelia stormed out her office and came back a moment later and threw ten gallons on her desk. "HAPPY?!" and she stormed out again, slamming the door behind her. Hermione sighed and put all the gallons back into the envelope.

"You're gonna let her walk all over you like that?" Ron asked in disgust.

"I've got to, she's my bo..." she broke off when Ron's owl, Pig, was tapping on her window. She glanced at Ron with a confused look, but stood up and let Pigdwigeon in anyways. He was flapping around for a while. Finally, he landed something on her desk. Hermione scooped it up and untied the string. She saw The Prophet in front of her and a note. She read the note and it said:

Hermione, this is a spare copy if you haven't seen today's headlines. I am so sorry, Hermione.

Ginny.

P.S. I DIDN'T WRITE ANY OF THIS!

Hermione dropped the note and looked at today's headlines.

Ron and Hermione's Past Fling

from Annie Slater.

Hermione looked at Ron in horror. He seemed to be reading the note and quickly went to Hermione's side to read with her.

Auror Ronald Weasley and lawyer Hermione Granger once had a passionate fling two years ago, but that passionate fling created their daughter, Rose Weasley. We have recently found out this previous information by the famous Quidditch star, Viktor Krum.

Turn to pg. 2 for more details. Ron and Hermione hastily turned the page. We went to The Burrow (Ronald's (or Ron as he is usually called) childhood home) and asked Mr. and Mrs. Weasley what they all thought about it, but as you can see by the pictures, they did not want to comment any further. They glanced at the picture of an angry looking Mr. and Mrs. Weasley slamming the wooden door in the journalism's faces. We also went to Mr. and Mrs. Granger's home in muggle London.

"What Hermione did with Ron was two years ago and it was a mistake. She's getting married to Viktor now!" Mrs. Granger stated sharply and also slammed the door in our faces. We went to Viktor Krum's apartment and he said,

"I am very disgusted by what they have done. I only found out last night when I came to visit Herm-own-ninny!"

"Is the wedding still on?" asked Annie Slater.

"Of course. I have forgiven Herm-own-ninny for what she has done."

"Mr. Krum, why do you have black eye and split lip? Does this have something to do with the whole situation?" called out one of the reporters.

"Yes, I'm afraid Ron attacked me." Viktor said, feign sadness.

"Why did he do it?" asked Annie eagerly as more cameras flashed.

"He did it because I confronted Hermione for what she did. This Ron Weasley is a very terrible and violent man!"

There you have it: Ron's parents didn't answer anything, Hermione's mother said that it just happened two years ago and Viktor Krum warned us this Ron Weasley is a very violent man.

(This was voted by The Phrophet's and Daily Phrophet's staff that this is the biggest news of the month)!

Ron and Hermione looked up at each other. Ron immediately picked up Rose and put the pouch in his pocket and strode to the door.

"Ron? Where are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"I'm going to The Department of Journalism to sort this out," he grabbed the newspaper. "Are you coming with me?"

"Hold on!" she quickly fed Pig and he flew back outside. Ron and Rose stood outside and she locked her door and put charms on it. When she turned around she saw everyone in the department looking at her, Ron and Rose. She kept her head down and stormed out of the Department with Ron and Rose. Even in the hallways it was deadly quiet. Everyone was staring at them; either with disgust, smugness or I-told-you-so looks that were passed on from people-to-people. Soon, they were in The Department of Journalism. Ron marched over to the secretary's desk and slammed the newspaper down. The secretary looked up from filing her fake nails and raised her eyebrows.

"Yes?"

"I'd like to complain," Ron said angrily, "To Annie Slater!"

"Ron!" Ginny called and she ran up to him. He rounded on her straight away.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THIS?!" he screamed at her, which made everyone in the room jump (Excluding Hermione).

"I've just found out by looking at the papers, I didn't know Viktor was going to do this!" Ginny shouted at him. "Don't you dare blame this on me!"

"Where's this Annie Slater?" Ron fumed.

"That would be me,"

Ron turned around. Annie Slater had shiny and sleek black hair and blue eyes with a hint purple and was wearing a dark blue top with white shorts and white slip on shoes. She had a gold badge saying, Head of The Department of Journalism.

"You," Ron growled, "HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT TO GET INVOLVED IN ANYBODY'S BUSINESS!" he screamed, causing Hermione and Rose to jump this time. Rose was clinging on to her mother for dear life and Hermione was stroking her hair, her eyes glued on the scene. She would've scolded Ron for his language, but it was a bad time.

"Mr. Weasley," Annie sighed, "I didn't even want to do this, but Mr. Krum was very demanding and well..." Annie trailed off, not admiting that she had slept with him for the story. She flashed a quick look at Hermione and then back at Ron, too guilty to admit anything to her. She had beaten herself up about it, but she had already 'visited' him a couple more times to... 'discuss the article'. She knew that even with the news out now, they would still be shagging like rabbits. She just hoped that she would always remember the contraceptive charm.

"I can't believe this," Hermione said, shocked.

"We're sorry, but we can't go back now. All the copies have been printed and sent out and we all did vote this story the biggest news of the month!" Annie tried to keep the guiltiness out of her voice.

"Apart from me!" Ginny chimed in.

"I can't believe this!" Ron screamed out in fustration and turned to all the workers behind him that were sat in front of their computers. "YOU BASTARDS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES, GETTING INVOLVED WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS THAT HAS GOT FUCK ALL TO DO WITH YOU!"

"Ron, our child is in the room!" Hermione hissed, taking action this time. Ron was going to retort, but when he saw Rose so scared and clinging onto Hermione as if she was going to die, he sighed and stormed out of the department, shooting a glare at Ginny on his way out. Hermione quickly scurried after him. She went outside and found him sliding against a brick wall against the huge Ministry building. Hermione walked over to him and sat next to him, her legs in front of her just like Ron's was with Rose sitting on her lap.

"People we're going to find out anyway," Hermione whispered, staring at Rose who was staring at the concreate pavement. Both Ron and Hermione felt sorry for Rose. She didn't ask to be born, yet she was dragged into this. She wasn't able to understand what was going on and they were upset for her for that.

"But aren't you mad at Viktor for telling everyone about this?" Ron said, anger evident in his voice.

"Well, yes, but I still love him and want to marry him. Besides, I'm proud of having Rose as a daughter because I love her and I'm not scared of people knowing you're her dad either," Hermione stated confidently, knowing that the first part was a total lie.

"Hermione, you don't even know what love is, and you weren't proud before, you were scared of people knowing about me being Rose's dad!" Hermione sighed.

"Ron, I do know what love is. I'm in it," Hermione said truthfully. Yes, she was in love, but not with Viktor...

No, no, I am in love with Viktor! she mentally smacked herself.

"And what about you being scared of people knowing?" Ron asked.

"I have to admit I was, but now Viktor and everybody else knows, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders," Hermione smiled and kissed Rose's cheek and stood up with Rose in her arms. Stretching her hand out she said, "Let's go out somewhere." she smiled.

"What about Ophelia?" Hermione let out a small, shrill laugh.

"After all I've done for her, setting her up with you, I think she owes me, and besides, she can't use Rose against us can she? Viktor and everybody else knows now." Ron clutched Hermione's hand and got up, but didn't let go of it. He inwited her fingers and they walked away from the big Ministry building and felt Ophelia's eyes burn onto them, but didn't say anything.

"So, where do you want to go?" Hermione asked cheerily.

"Rose wanted to go to Diagon Alley, so let's go there," Ron smiled and Hermione nodded, setting Rose down and letting go of his hand so she could hold hers. Rose reached out her small hand to Ron's. Ron smiled and beamed all the way down to Diagon Alley while holding his daughter's hand. A crowd of people were rushing down the streets of the popular location, but stopped when they saw Ron, Hermione and Rose, but the tri carried on walking as if nothing had happened.

"Why don't we go and visit Uncle George?" Ron suggested as he purchased Rose's sweets.

"Yeah!" Rose answered excitedly, bouncing up and down. Ron noticed that Hermione looked solemn, but didn't comment on it. They walked into George's shop and luckily saw him at the counter. He looked up when he saw part of his family enter.

"Ron!" George ran over to him and gave him a manly, but brotherly hug. He let go and hugged Rose, completely ignoring Hermione. She looked sad, but caught Ron's eye and smiled reassuringly.

"We'll be one minute George," Ron said and leaded Hermione in the store room. "Why is he ignoring you?"

Hermione sighed and decided not to ignore the question that was eventually going to be asked. "When I told your family at The Burrow about what happened between you and I, George didn't take the news very well and started shouting all sorts at me." Hermione let a few tears roll down her cheeks, but hastily wiped them away. "And we haven't talked since. Besides, when I told your family about Viktor and I's engagement, George started shouting at me again, saying I should've..." she trailed off, biting her lip.

"Please go on." Ron touched her hand gently.

"I should've waited for you and then had a go at me for moving on so quickly even if I was pregnant." She finished and couldn't help but bursting out the tears. Ron brought her close to him, feeling angry at George, even if he did have a good point at Hermione for not waiting for him.

Why would she wait for me? I'm just a worthless Weasley she just slept with. But I can't believe all the things George said to Hermione. How could he?! She's like a sister to him, never dobbed him in for all his pranks back at Hogwarts and even commented that there was brilliant magic in his shop! Well I'm not taking anymore of this.

"Go make up with George," Ron ordered to Hermione who finally finished crying. She stared at him with shock.

"I-I can't!" she stuttered, "He d-doesn't want to kno-" but Ron had already dragged her outside and she was face-to-face with George.

"Hermione has told me you two fell out," Ron told George.

"And she's right." George replied, as if it was blatanly obvious.

"Make up,"

"Eww, Ron, why would I want to kiss her? I don't do that sort of thing unlike you!" George teased him and Ron blushed, but ignored him.

"Please, George. Whatever desicion Hermione makes has nothing to do with you. She-she's moved on, so please, can you two just be friends again and treat her as if she was your own sister?" Ron asked, some-what pleadingly and kept the hurt out of his voice. George stared at him as if he understood Ron was upset. He turned to Hermione and suprised her by hugging her. Hermione hugged back and smiled at Ron over George's shoulder, mouthing, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." he mouthed back. Hermione pulled away and smiled at George.

"I'm sorry, Hermione." George said sincierely. Hermione smiled.

"It's alright. Things were happening so fast back then."

"Aren't things happening so fast n- Ow!" he broke off when Ron 'accidently' stood on his foot. "Thanks for accept my apology, Hermione." George said, wincining and quickly smiled. "If you want, I can take Rose for a bit."

"No thanks," Hermione said, checking her watch, "I'm taking her for lunch with Ron. Want to join us?"

"Nah, I'll give you lot some family time," he hugged Ron, Hermione and Rose again and waved goodbye. They walked out of his store. Hermione turned to Ron and hugged him.

"Woah! What's this for?" Ron asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"For making me make-up with George. Without you, we still wouldn'tve been friends again. Let me treat you and Rose to lunch," Hermione said, getting out her envelope full of gallons, but Ron snatched it and put it in his pocket. "Hey!"

"No, I'm treating you and you should put you're money to something worth while. Come on, let's go to Graggers!" Ron picked up Rose this time, with Hermione protesting on the way.

"Really, Ron, just let me p-"

"No way!" Ron cut it, entering Graggers with Hermione. Graggers was a diner suitable for adults and kids which serves muggle and wizarding food. Ron and Hermione had been there a few times with Harry and Ginny or by themselves or together. Chloe, the waitress who usually served them, grinned as they entered.

"Ron, Hermione!" she hugged them and saw little Rose. "Hello, Rosie," she tickled her for a bit and then handed them the menus. "This way." she led them to a table in the corner and got a high chair for Rose. Ron thanked her and put Rose in the chair.

"So how have you guys been?" Chloe asked as she got out her notepad and pen. "And have you seen The Prophet today?"

"We're fine and yes we have," Hermione sighed happily about it and kissed Rose's forehead. "Can we order?"

"Of course! Would you like to order some drinks first?" Chloe asked, notepad and pen at the ready. They nodded and scanned the drinks menu.

"I'll have a Stella Artois." Ron said finally.

"Ron-"

"I'll do a sobering charm later, Hermione." Ron smiled and Hermione went back to her own menu.

"J2O, Apple and Rasberry please." Chloe had written this down and asked what Rose would like.

"Apple juice please," Rose looked up, smiling. Chloe smiled back, written it down, told them their drinks will be with them soon and walked away.

"Want to look at the food menu?" Ron said and Hermione laughed.

"You and your food, Ron!" she grinned at him and he smirked back.

"By the way, Rose can read?" Ron asked Hermione.

"Of course. I'm teaching my daughter everything I know!" Hermione replied.

"That'll be everything then," Ron's smirk widened.

"Ha, ha. I don't know everything," Hermione rolled her eyes, but grinned again in spite of herself. Finally, the drinks came and Chloe had set them out.

"Would you like to order your food now?" Chloe asked.

"Please can you give us a few minutes?" Hermione said politely.

"Of course. Just wave when you're ready." and she went to greet another family that had entered the diner. Ron and Hermione's hands brushed as they went to get their menus. They blushed, but quickly picked and opened them up.

"I am going to get the fish and chips." Ron said after a few minutes of scanning and skimming.

"I might get a large margarita pizza so Rose and I can share and a side order of chips." Hermione blew a rassberry on Rose's cheek and she giggled. Ron smiled and took a swig of the muggle alcoholic drink he ordered. Hermione took a little sip of hers, but Rose just drank the lot in five seconds flat!

"Rose!" Ron laughed.

"I was thirsty!" Rose replied innocently.

"You know, you're going to feel bloated," Hermione said in her matter-of-factly tone.

"Ah, I'll just order another one for her," and Ron waved for Chloe. She walked over and her genuine smile appeared. She loved serving Ron, Hermione and Rose. They were her favourite customers. She hastily written down what Ron and Hermione ordered and Rose's apple juice. Ron and Hermione fell into a comfortable conversation for a while until their food came. They thanked Chloe and Ron dugged in straight away and Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness for food. Ron looked up and saw Rose eating just like Hermione: cutting her pizza up into little squares with a knife and fork and ate them smartly and polietly. Ron shook his head and smiled at how Rose was identical to her mother and went back to eating his fish and chips. He finished quickly and took another swig of his beer. Hermione and Rose were so full up, they couldn't eat the last two pizzas on the tray. Ron quickly scooped them up and ate it himself, making Hermione and Rose laugh some more. Chloe came after a while and passed them dessert menus. They opened them and scanned the mouth-watering menu.

"The brownie fudge sundae looks nice!" Ron commented, nearly drooling: the brownie fudge sunade was massive with fudge sauce all over it and three scoops of vallina ice-cream on top and was drizzled in some yellow sauce.

"Ron, close your mouth. I have to admit it's very tempting, but it's just too big..." Hermione sighed sadly.

"Why don't we all share it? You like fudge brownies don't you, Rosie?" Ron asked and she nodded. "There you go then! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!" Ron begged like a two year old. Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded, giving in. Chloe came back again, quickly written down of what they wanted and nearly scurried off, only...

"And please may I also have a hot chocolate?" Ron asked.

"Of course. Cream, chocolate sprinkles, marshmellows, chocolate stick and wafer?" Chloe said.

"The full works." Ron grinned.

"I'll have the same please." Hermione said as she finished the last of her J2O.

"Certainly. Would you like something, Rosie?" Chloe smiled down at her.

"No thank you. I still have a lot of apple juice." Rose replied politley.

"OK, your dessert and drinks will be with you in a few minutes!" and Chloe went back into the kitchen.

"I like Chloe," Ron said, "She's nice."

"Yes, she is," Hermione smiled, but teased, "Won-Won in love, is he?" Hermione felt a surge of jealousy shoot through her as she said this.

"Of course not! I was just saying I liked her as a friend," Ron replied, not blushing. Hermione smiled in relief and held Rose's tiny hand.

"Enjoying today, Rose?" she asked cheerfully.

"Very. I wish we could go out as a family more often," Ron and Hermione grinned at each other and hugged her. "I wish you didn't have to go to Bulgaria."

"Yeah, same here!" Ron pouted.

"I don't want to go either, but if Viktor wants to then I'll give it a try."

"So what Viktor wants Viktor gets?" Ron snarled gently with a raised eyebrow. Hermione was looking pleadingly at him. "Sorry. Let's not talk about Viktor and the wedding. Let's just have our day, alright?" Hermione sighed in relief and nodded.

"But that was a very good question daddy asked!" Rose exclaimed quietly.

"Rose..." Ron said sternly, but felt happy his daughter taking his side even though she shouldn't take any.

"OK, OK!" she huffed and crossed her arms, doing an imitation of Hermione.

"I swear, she's you're daugher Hermione. It's spooky!"

"Yes, but she's also yours as well, Ronald." Hermione replied smartly.

Ron snorted. "She doesn't like anything I do!"

"Of course she does! She has a big appetite, but she learns to eat slowly and not sloppily, she loves Chocolate Frogs and Sugar Quills like you and I do, she likes Quidditch, and she also has you're hair and blue eyes." Hermione finished with a heart-warming smile. The dessert came with the two Hot Chocolates.

"Wow, this looks amazing. Thank you, Chloe." Ron said, flashing her a charming smile which made Hermione's jealousy come back and increasing with large amounts.

She giggled. "Thank you for that. Enjoy!" and she went to go clean some tables.

"Men." muttered Hermione before passing the two of them spoons. Hermione took the first bite.

"Mhm!" she swallowed. "This is really tasty." and she took another bite. Ron took a bite out of it and said out loud,

"This is better than my Mum's desserts, but please don't tell her that. She'll kill me!" he begged jokingly, but knew Hermione would never say anything. She smiled and ate more of the brownie.

"Like it, Rosie?" Ron asked, tucking back her bushy and curly hair as she nodded.

"Er, Hermione, you have a bit of chocolate there..." Ron licked his thumb and wiped away the chocolate stain on the corner of her mouth. Hermione blushed, but thanked Ron anyway. Ron scooped up some of the ice-cream and held it out for Hermione to take. She leaned forward and sucked off the spoon.

"Mmm, the ice-cream tastes great too," Hermione said with a dreamy face on her look. She put brownie, fudge sauce, some of the ice-cream and yellow sauce onto her spoon and held it out to Ron. He took a bite out of it and smiled and went back to feeding himself and a bit of Rose. Soon, they were finished and Ron, Hermione, and Rose drained their drinks. They finished and put everything in the middle of the table neatly so Chloe could carry it properly. She came back and carried the plates.

"Would you like the bill?" they both nodded and she walked away.

"Ron, I'm paying for this. Really, today's been great, but-" she opened her eyes to see Ron at the till already paying.

"Oh, why don't I see him move like lightning!" Hermione huffed to herself and picked up Rose and the sweet bag from the sweet shop they went to. Ron came back, smirking.

"Ron, you prat!" Hermione playfully hit his shoulder while walking out the diner as they thanked Chloe. "Why didn't you let me pay and since when did you move so fast?"

"I have my ways." Ron winked at her and she and Rose giggled. Rose yawned and rested her head on head on Hermione's shoulder.

"Tired?" Ron asked gently and she nodded and sighed. "Want to go home?" she nodded again and fell asleep soon after.

"She feels more heavier when she's asleep," Hermione said, hoisting Rose up more, but he got Rose off Hermione and cradled her in his arms.

"She's not heavy," Ron stated, pulling Rose closer to him.

"Oh, sure, we all don't have manly muscles like you, Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes playfully.

"Ha ha! Want to walk back to the flat? It's a nice day to be honest." he replied, smirking.

"Alright," they walked silently with linked arms to the flat and took the lift. They walked to the door and Hermione opened it with her keys she had in her pocket. She closed the door once Ron stepped inside and locked it. "Let's put her to bed," They walked upstairs together and strolled into Rose's room.

"D'you think we should change her?" Hermione looked at Rose and then back at Ron.

"No. She looks so beautiful and peaceful when she sleeps..."

Just like you Ron thought with a dreamy look. He used to watch Hermione sleep before he traveled to Australia for Auror training.

"... and it would be a shame to wake her." Ron nodded and tucked Rose in. Kissing her cheeks, Ron and Hermione walked into their own bedroom. Ron was about to change into something more comfortable, but Hermione hugged him.

"Woah!" Ron was caught off-gaurd, but wrapped his arms around her waist the second time that day. "What's this for?"

"For being so sweet today. I've had such a wonderful day. The most wonderful day I've had in two years. It was just you, Rosie and I having a family lunch and you've made George be friends with me again." she was supposed to kiss his cheek, but Ron 'accidently' tilted his head forward so she could capture his lips, and she did.

She froze for a second, but started to kiss Ron and he was kissing her back. They sat down on the bed and they didn't deepen the kiss, they were just kissing tenderly. Ron pulled away and sighed.

"I'm sorry." he sighed again, unhappy that he had to pull away. "You've cheated on Viktor now."

"L-Look, it doesn't m-m-matter," she tried to push out the thoughts of Viktor catching her. She shook her head and smiled. "I'm going to go get changed and then do some reading."

"Reading?" Ron asked slowly.

"Yes, Ron, reading," she repeated as if she was teaching a five year old.

"I do know what reading means!" he snapped, but sighed and apologized. "Anyways, why read on a beautiful day like this? Why don't we go for a walk around the block?"

"But Rose is asleep," the witch pointed out.

"So? You have a pram, don't you?"

"Yes, but it's too small and I need to buy a new one," she replied.

"Right, well, I'll carry Rose and we can go into Diagon Alley!" Ron cheered happily. "I think we should get changed first though," he glanced down at their work clothes.

"But I don't want to go. I'm tired," she yawned. Ron raised his eyebrows. "I am!"

"Fine! Fine! I won't make you go somewhere you don't want to. I'm not like Vicky you know," Ron said sadly, but was even more depressed as he looked at Hermione's face. "I'm sorry. I won't talk about Vickytor if you don't want me to," he grinned and Hermione snorted. He quickly dug into his work robes and passed Hermione her envelope of gallons and put his pouch in his draw.

"I didn't use any of your coins by the way," Ron said as Hermione opened the envelope. She looked up and spoke.

"How much was the meal?"

"Oh, not much." Ron replied as he stepped into the bathroom.

"How much?" she asked, more firmly.

"Okay, it was only thirty-eight Galleons.

"WHAT?!"

"Hermione, calm down, we did buy a lot," he was grinning from the other side of the door as he was changing and brushed his teeth. He stepped out to see Hermione sitting on the bed. He sat closely next to her.

"I'm sorry, Ron," she sighed. "I think I'm getting paranoid."

"No you're not!" he wrapped an arm around her as she put her head on his shoulder. "Maybe it was because Ophelia didn't pay you as much as she was supposed to?"

"I hate her. She's so nasty and manipulative and..." she trailed off and sighed. "Everyone thinks she's great, but only I know the real her." she stood up with some clothes in her hands. "I'm going to go get changed." she walked into the bathroom and shut it with a soft click.

Ron sighed. He felt so bad for Hermione. He wanted to report to the Head of Law Enforcement, but realized she was the Head.

Maybe I can put a stop to this he thought just as Hermione came out of the bathroom. He gaped as she saw. She was in a long silky, pink night gown with black spaghetti straps. The dress fell over her feet, making it look like she was in a pool of silky pinkness and it had hidden all her curves in the right places. She avoided Ron's gaping face and slipped into bed. He followed her soon after and was about to hug her waist, but was much to scared to even touch her the slightest. Hermione turned her head around and gave him a small sleepy smile. She grabbed Ron and brought him close to her which shocked Ron a lot. Hermione opened her eyes and thanked Ron.

"Hermione, you've already said thank you," he chuckled.

"I know, but without you George would hate me and I wouldn't have such a marvelous day!" she kissed his cheek properly this time and pulled back.

"Oh, wait, I need to set the alarm at six-thirty so we can't be late for our dates," she said harshly and leaned over Ron since he had an alarm clock on his bedside table. Ron blushed and turned his head to the other side so he didn't have to see Hermione's breasts in front of him. Hell, he was getting hard already. She blushed and realized what was happening. She quickly set the alarm and fell back down, getting into her comfortable position again.

She huffed. "Don't you just hate it when you have the right position, but you have to do something and when you get back it's not the same position as before?"

"Hmm." Ron's eyes widened as he saw one of her breasts pop out, but she was too busy tossing and turning to notice. He bit his lip, wondering if he should tell her something.

"There." Hermione said and frowned when she saw Ron's face looking at the ceiling. "Are you alright, Ron?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course!" he said, his voice higher than it was supposed to be. He glanced at Hermione's breast and then back at her face.

"My chest has suddenly gotten cold," Hermione frowned. "It was hot a minute ago!"

"Er, Hermione..." he nodded his head down at her chest and she followed his eyesite. She gasped and turned the other direction and started to feel embarassed.

"Are you... okay?" Ron asked timidly. She quickly covered herself and turned to Ron.

"Of course. You've seen me naked before haven't you? What's so different now?" she was nearly screaming.

"Shh! Hermione, you'll wake up Rose!" Ron cuddled her as she breathed heavily in his chest. She calmed down and closed her eyes, nearly falling asleep. Ron stroked her cheek tenderly.

"Shh, go to sleep." he whispered.

"That's what I'm trying to do," Hermione laughed.

"Oh, sorry," Ron grinned and kissed her forehead.

"To be honest I can't sleep. I want to talk about something, anything." she sighed and moved up.

"Well... do you have a photo album of Rose's I can look at?" he asked. Hermione broke out into a smile.

"Of course! I forgot to tell you that she has a photo album. I'll go get it." she stood up, a trail of silky pinkness behind her and she opened her wardrobe. She went on her tip toes and her fingers brushed lightly against the book. She jumped to grab it, but it didn't work. Ron walked behind her and got it for her, startling Hermione.

"Oh, thanks, Ron," she blushed and tucked a curl behind her ear. She quickly scurried over to bed king-sized bed and sat on it, Ron joining her. She opened the book and it was suddenly hot. She turned a bit pink and showed Ron the front over.

"The Family Album." He saw that it was in a gold fancy writing on parchment and with gold swirls. He turned the page and saw Rose as a baby. He felt his heart drop and Hermione sensed his feeling. She took a firm hold of his hand and squeezed it.

"It's not you're fault that you weren't here. It was mine and you know I'm sorry for that," Ron nodded and blinked back the prickly feeling behind his eyes. "Don't cry." Hermione soothed and kissed each of his eyes. He couldn't let it in any longer and he bursted out crying. Hermione closed the photo album and hugged him. She felt like crying herself, but one of them had to be composed.

"Please don't cry. You're a great dad and Rose loves you. Please, please don't cry. Do it for me and Rose, hey?" Ron pulled away and nodded, sniffing. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and Hermione watched him.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, "To get all emotional about a photo album,"

"We all have feelings, Ron. We will all cry from time to time. It's alright to let them out. Besides, if I were you myself I would cry. I hate myself to know that I never told you about Rose." she wiped the tears that fell down her cheeks. Ron and Hermione glanced at each other and suddenly laughed through sobs.

"Look at us, 'ey?" he said, grinning. He felt much happier now. "And Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"I forgive you. So don't keep hating yourself. Yeah, what you did was wrong, but I was also in on this and I've forgiven you. Have for ages," Hermione hugged him very tightly and he rubbed her back soothingly. She pulled back and smiled.

"Let's look at the photo album another time?" she suggested.

"Yeah." she was about to stand up and put it away, but Ron levitated it back to the ceiling.

"Thank you," Hermione snuggled up to Ron as they fell back down into the pillows. She closed her eyes, knowing that Ron was watching her was comforting. She smiled and leaned closer. She soon fell into sleep, dreaming about her, Ron and Rose...

Ron looked at her dreamy/sleepy smiling face. He smiled and clutched her tighter. He fell asleep soon after.

Ron woke up when he felt someone shaking him. He sat up and yawned, seeing Hermione shaking him.

"Ron, wake up now!"

"I am awake, woman!" he protested and yawned again, but didn't close his mouth as he saw Hermione in a short towel, her hair dripping wet. She stopped shaking him and walked around the room, trying so hard not to blush. She opened her wardrobe and spoke.

"I'd advise you to go in that shower if I were you," she said, looking through her clothes.

"Why? What time is it?" Ron finally managed to speak.

"Seven," Ron snorted. "Ron, please go get washed and changed. I want you to make a good impression so my slaggy boss doesn't have a go at me for anything," she smiled to herself when she heard Ron snort again.

"OK, OK. But is Rose still asleep?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm going to drop her off at you're mum's because she's always nagging me for her to spend more time with her," she grinned and picked out a black dress and silky black knickers. Ron felt his erection to rise.

"Rose is coming with me," he blurted out. Hermione turned around and frowned at him.

"No she isn't!"

"Yes she is. Everyone knows about what happened now. Ophelia can't blackmail us anymore!" and he whistled as he walked into the bathroom, forgetting to lock the door. He turned on the shower, putting it at the right tempreture and felt the hot water run over his hands. He took off his boxers and stepped into the shower, letting in the warm feeling around him. He used this deep blue shower gel he usually used and washed himself with it. He then used his 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner and lathered his hair in it and after a while he washed it out. As soon as he stepped out of the shower, Hermione entered. She shrieked when she saw Ron but didn't move. Ron was fighting to suppress a grin and ruffled his hair.

"Forget something?" he asked.

"I just came to tell you that Rose shouldn't be going with you," she said, trying to keep her eyes fixed on Ron's face. He noticed what she was doing and he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around him.

"Well tough. She is!" Ron moved Hermione gently out of the way and walked into the bedroom. Something caught Ron's eye and he turned around. He saw Hermione in a long, sleek, shiny black dress that went up to her ankles. She had black high heels on and was wearing some mascara, a light pink eyeshadow and some pink blusher. Ron thought she was already naturally pretty as she was. He then saw her hair put in a bun with lose curls around her face.

"You look beautiful," the words tumbled out before he could even stop them. Hermione blushed.

"Thank you, but don't change the subject!"

"I wasn't! God, can't I tell my best friend she looks beautiful," he rolled his eyes and out of the corner of his eye he could see her 'blusher' spread. He smirked to himself, but then realized he was nearly having a hard on. He hastily opened his own wardrobe and looked through at what he wanted to wear. He saw this nice blazer, plain white top and some blue denim jeans. He saw some white trainers with white shoe laces and grabbed them. He went to get some black socks and yellow silky boxers. He scurried into the bathroom, avoiding Hermione on the way. He dropped his things on the radiator and bent over nakedly over the sink, gripping the edges. He looked up and saw his handsome face in the mirror.

"I've got it bad," he sighed as he looked down at himself. He locked the door and casted a silencing charm on it. He gripped his hard member and started to stroke himself and wank. Once he shouted Hermione's name and cleaned up the mess and washed his hands as well, he started to dress. He put on some cologne on himself first so he smelt extra nice. He mentally thanked Hermione for buying him for his last birthday last year and then got dressed. He put on his silky yellow boxers, trousers, belted it up, slipped into his top, put on his socks, slipped into his white trainers and tied them up. He went outside because he didn't have a long mirror to admire how he looked. He stepped outside and saw Hermione sitting on the bed with Rose.

"She's up then?" Ron said as he shut the door and sat next to Rose, her being in the middle of her dad and mum.

"Yes. Doesn't she look so pretty?" Rose's hair was just curly today. She had it just in curls and her long, red, shiny locks went past her shoulders. She was wearing a yellow dress with pink strapped trainers. He smiled and nodded, kissing his daughter's cheek.

"So, where are you going with Ophelia?" Hermione asked casually.

"Why?" Ron replied slowly.

"Because Rose is going to be with you! I need to know where she'll be!" Hermione said. She had another reason as well, but was too afraid to say it out loud.

Because I'm jealous and I might make Viktor take me wherever you're going.

"Some place called Pushlio," Ron stood up and searched his work robes that were neatly lying on the bed.

"Thanks for sorting out my work robes if you've done them," Ron said as he threw her the paper. She catched it and smoothed it out.

"Oh, it's alright. I washed them as well so they'd stay extra clean," they smiled at each other and Hermione read what Ophelia wrote.

"Wait, Pushlio sounds familiar..." she trailed off, thinking. "Oh, that's the place Viktor proposed to me!" she saw Ron's happy face fall. "Oh, Ron. I'm sorry," she bit her lip.

"I don't think I want to go now," he said uneasily. They were staying in silence for a while until Hermione broke it.

"Trust you to be a fashion expert," she grinned weakly and Ron frowned.

"What d'you mean?"

"Pushlio is a kind of formal restaurant,"

"Well, I look kind of formal, don't I?" Ron asked, standing up.

"You like very nice, daddy," Rose smiled and Hermione agreed. Ron smiled and checked the time.

"Oh, it's quater to eight!" After Ron's speech, the doorbell rang. Hermione and Rose stood up and Ron picked up his daughter. Hermione went downstairs first, then Ron followed. She opened the door and stepped aside to let her fiancée in.

"Hello, Herm-own-ninny," he kissed her passionately and handed her a rose. Ron looked at what Viktor was wearing: a smart black tux with a long tie and shiny black shoes. Viktor turned around to Ron and looked at what he was wearing.

"Hello, Von," he said, fake cheeriness in his voice.

"Hello, Vickytor," he replied notchanly. Hermione and Rose laughed because they couldn't hold it in. Viktor ignored this and his eyes landed on Rose and then back at Ron. He was gripping his daughter and her head was resting on his shoulder.

"Let's get going, Herm-own-ninny. I vant to take you somevhere special!"

"Hold on, let me just go put this away," she brushed past Ron and gave him a don't-push-your-luck glance. Hermione looked at the rose and threw it carelessly in the sink that she cleaned when Ron was asleep. "Alright, I'm ready." Viktor held out his arm and Hermione linked hers in his.

"Vhy aren't you giggling?" Viktor asked.

"Er... was I supposed to?" Hermione raised an eyebrow and Ron was watching the scene.

"Vell the girlfriends I had back in Bulgaria used to giggle when I did that!"

"Well I'm not some giggling girl who get's all googly eyed over a Quidditch player!" He can be so tactless!

"Vell sorry," Viktor rolled his eyes and stepped out of the landing and went outside, waiting impaitently for Hermione to follow. She walked over to Ron and Rose and gave them each a hug.

"I will see you later," she kissed Ron's cheek and Rose's as well. "Just so you know you look more handsome than Viktor." she whispered in his ear and smirked. Hermione closed the door and locked it. Ron could hear her footsteps and Viktor saying angry things at her.

"He better not hurt her," he said to himself angrily. He checked the clock in the landing and it now read ten to eight. Ron quickly clutched Rose and apparated in the streets of Diagon Ally. A few people spotted him and started to whisper. He ignored them and walked on like nothing's happened. He wondered if Hermione was in Diagon Ally with that Vickytor. He finally came across this posh building called Pushlio. It had brown dark wood and Pushlio was in huge gold fancy writing. He entered the building and looked around, his mouth opened in awe. They're were violinists playing romantically to people and an orchestra playing softly in the background. There was plush red wallpaper with gold and silver swirls. To Ron, it was amazing. He saw that there were round and square tables with seats around. He saw Ophelia sitting at one of the square tables. Her hair was in curls and she was in a silky knee length emerald green dress. She had heavy mascara, eyeshadow, eyeline, blusher and lip gloss on. She looked pretty, but yet Ron didn't get hard because she wasn't Hermione. He sighed and walked over, clutching Rose. He tapped her back and she turned around, smiling but then frowning as she saw who Ron was with.

"Why did you bring Poppy along?" she asked.

"Well you can't really do anything about it, can you? Didn't you see The Prophet today? And it's Rose."

"Whatever. Yes, but..."

"Listen, Ophelia, do you want me to stay or not? Because if you don't then I will go somewhere else with my little girl instead," he said firmly. She sighed and told him to sit down. Soon, a pretty waitress with red hair came over.

"Hello, my name is Sylvia and I will be you're waitress today. Here are your menus," she passed them the menus. "Would you like to order some drinks?"

"Erm," Ron said as he scanned the menu, "I'll have a... Butterbeer please."

"Certainly sir. And you, miss? Oh, would you like a high chair for your daughter?" she asked both of them.

Ron laughed, a bit nastily as the waitress thought Ophelia was Rose's mother. "She's my daughter, not hers, and yes please."

"Oh, sorry," Sylvia blushed and conjoured up a high chair. He placed Rose in it and said thank you. "A drink miss?"

"Yes. I will have a white wine please," Ophelia said as she set down her menu.

"And would you like anything?" the waitress asked Rose as she had written down Ophelia's order.

"A firewhisky please," Rose smiled. Ron and Sylvia bursted out laughing and even Ophelia bit her lip to stop herself from smiling.

"Joking! Just apple juice please," Sylvia still kept chuckling when she walked back to the kitchens.

"So where's Hermione?" Ophelia asked.

"She's gone out with her fiancée," Ron replied, hiding the jealousy out of his voice.

"Thanks for coming today, Ron. I didn't think you would make it," Ophelia took his hands in hers and smiled nicely. Ron felt awkward but smiled back just to be polite. They stayed like that for a while until their drinks came. And even then they were in complete silence.

"So vhere vould you like to go?" he asked as they walked through the busy crowd.

"Viktor, you asked me out!" Hermione laughed. Viktor turned to her and smiled at her gently which made Hermione's heart warm. This was the Viktor she should be falling in love with. Not the violent one. She didn't even consider herself falling in love with him anyway.

"How about Pushlio?" he suggested and wrapped his arm around her waist. Hermione felt her heart stop. She wanted to go there so badly because Ron was there. He would probably be having a good time already. Her heart dropped. She should be with Ron, not Viktor. She realized that ages- no years ago, but it was too late now to turn back the clock.

It's never too late said a voice inside her head. She sighed and Viktor was looking at her in a weird way.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing. Vant to go there then?"

"S-Sure," she whispered and they walked down the street together. People were staring at them and soon had a paparazzi on their trail. Viktor turned around and smiled, but Hermione wanted them to back off.

"You heard the lady, back off!" Hermione realized it was Annie Slater telling them to do as she said. The crew grumbled and backed off. Viktor caught Annie's eye and winked at her. Hermione growled and walked away. Viktor realized that she had walked without him so he ran after her. He was about to question her when-

"Eww, it's the woman who slept with her best friend and had a kid with him!" A girl shouted across the street to Hermione and flashed a flirty smile at Viktor. Hermione grinned back at the girl who was giving her a weird look and walked proudly on.

"I'm sorry," Viktor said as he was walking with her, "I vas angry and I vanted to get back at you for you lying." Hermione turned to him.

"You know I'm sorry. What happened with Ron and I was two years ago. It will never happen again," She could still feel the tingle of Ron's lips on hers earlier. How many times she 'cheated' on Viktor with him she did not know. They finally came to a stop in front of the fancy place and Hermione slowly entered with Viktor. She could hear the soft music playing and people chattering and laughing. Suddenly, she saw Ron laughing with Ophelia about something while Rose was drawing. Ron sensed someone looking at him and he looked up, seeing the dark pools of chocolate he loved. His mouth dropped open and Ophelia noticed his look and turned around. If looks could kill, Hermione would be dead right now.

"Herm-own-ninny, isn't that Ophelia and Von?" Viktor asked and frowned. He dragged her across the room and they suddenly came in front of the couple's table. Hermione could see that Ron had a bowl of pasta in front of him while her boss was having lobster and salad and Rose was having a small bowl of chicken nuggets next to her. She looked up and smiled excitedly.

"Mummy!" she leaned down and kissed Rose's cheeks.

"Hello, sweetheart. Having fun?"

"Yes! Ophelia can be really nice when she wants to be!"

"Hey, I'm always nice!" Ophelia protested.

"A person who says that they are ten gallons short and you storm away and come back, throwing the money in their face is not nice," Rose stated, matter-of-factly. The blonde woman blushed, Ron and Hermione grinned to themselves and Viktor was confused, but said nothing.

"Oh, look, Herm-own-ninny, this is the exact same table and the exact same spot I propsed to you! Remember?" Viktor said happily. Ron, who was about to take a bite out of his pasta, dropped his fork and it clatter on his bowl and he sighed angrily, scowling.

"Are you alright?" Ophelia asked. Ron put on a fake smile and nodded.

"Would you like to join us?" Rose asked Viktor and Hermione. Hermione looked at Ron, pleading him in her eyes to let her.

"Yeah, why not? You don't mind, do you Ophelia?" Ron smiled one of his famous smiles that made Ophelia blush and nodded. Hermione felt jealousy surge through her like lightning, but said nothing. Besides, what was she supposed to say? "Oh, Ron, don't you dare go out with Ophelia because I want you all to myself!" Yes, that really was just the cherry on the icing. Just then the dream she had last night came back to her.

"God, yes, Ron, yes!" she bit her lip to keep herself from moaning out.

"You look nice, Hermione," Ophelia broke the silence, smiling.

"Thank you. You look pretty nice yourself too," she replied just as nicely. Sylvia came over and asked for Viktor and Hermione's drinks.

"I'll have a firewhisky," Viktor said, smiling flirtiously at Sylvia. Sylvia blushed and scribbled down his order.

"Viktor, why don't you have something non-alcoholic?" Hermione suggested angrily. Viktor smiled at her, but didn't recognize her anger.

"I vill have a pumpkin juice then please," Sylvia quickly scratched out the previous order and put in his new one.

"A Butterbeer please," Hermione said. "Thank you," she added once Sylvia went away.

"Has Rose been alright?" she whispered to Ron as he was munching on some pasta.

"Yeah. All she's been doing is colouring in," he said with his mouth full. "Sorry," he said as she wiped away a bit of his spit. She turned her head to see Viktor and Ophelia chatting softly away to each other.

"I shouldn't have come here tonight, you know," Hermione whispered to Ron.

"Why? I wasn't really having fun anyways," he admitted.

"Weren't you?" Hermione asked, shocked.

"Nope. I'd rather be with you and Rose at home with a family meal then be here in this fancy place." Hermione felt as if Ron's hand slip into her chest and squeeze her heart lovingly. He'd choose her and Rose over some blonde bimbo anyday. She suddenly leaped on him and hugged him. He hugged back, taking in her fragrences.

He pulled away from her, sadly to do so and smiled. Out of the corner of his eye Ophelia was observing them closely. He went back to his pasta, ignoring her stare. Viktor sighed boringly and tapped his fingers against the table. The four adults were in an uncomfortable silence.

"Er, Quidditch going good then, Vickytor?" the drink Ophelia was drinking spluttered out of her nose because of laughter. She looked at Ron and then Viktor.

"I'm - sorry!" she wheezed. Viktor turned a deep shade of red, but replied anyways.

"Yes, it is, but you vouldn't know about good Quidditch vould you? You're a Veasley!" Rose looked up from her drawing and glared at him, doing a spot on expression of Hermione.

"Excuse me, but I'm a Weasley as well, does that make bad at Quidditch just because I read the books and play? You have obviously had a lot of training. I mean, you're four years older than my mummy! I hate people who thing they're better than other people because they are a celebrity." Rose finished with a sigh and ate one of her chicken nuggets. Everyone was staring at Rose as if she had grown a second head. "What? I do speak my mind, you know!" she gave a small smile at Hermione before doing a kiddy word search. Ron suddenly picked her up and put her in his lap, cuddling her close. The little girl grinned against his chest and felt happy at last.

She didn't mean as in she had never been happy; she was glad to get all this emotion off her chest because of Viktor thinking he was so great all the time. She shuddered when she realized he would be her step-father soon.

"Cold?" Ron asked gently. She whispered in his ear to tell him why and he sighed sadly. He glanced at Hermione who was glancing at him, but he ignored her and wrapped his blazer around Rose.

"Thanks, daddy," she sighed again.

"Aww," said a voice. They all turned around to see Sylvia standing there, smiling. "Are you ready to order your food?" she said to Viktor and Hermione.

"Er, I haven't really decided yet. Have you Viktor? No? Well, we'll let Ron and Ophelia order their desserts," Hermione said, silently scowling. Ron ordered a toffee sundae and Ophelia ordered a berry cheesecake.

"I'm just going to go to the ladies' room," Hermione declared once Sylvia walked away. She scowled again as she saw her fiancée's eyes falling on the waitress' behind.

"Yeah, I need the toilet as well. Do you want mummy to take you to the toilet, Rosie?" Rose nodded and Ron passed her to Hermione. Hermione silently giggled at Ron's tactfulness to go to the mens' room. "We'll be back in a few minutes," Ron said, kissing Ophelia's cheek politely. Hermione had already stormed away to the ladies' room with Rose, but kept walking in tact. She went into the room and there was nobody in there. She went into one of the toilets with Rose and sighed as she leaned against the wall.

"How about we go home? You can just owl Vickytor and say I wasn't feeling very well," Rose suggested, putting the lid down and sat on the toilet. Hermione stared at the little girl, thinking she had such a great mind.

"I don't think Viktor would like that, Rose," she said after she placed a silencing charm on the door.

"Mummy, it's for the best. You've been acting all angry because of daddy and Ophelia. Let's go home," she smiled and held out her hand. Hermione stared adoringly at the little girl. She couldn't believe that a two year old can make could make her feel so happy: her little girl. She clutched her hand, squeezed it and apparated back to the flat. She walked in the landing and her and Rose's stomachs grumbled. They both fell out laughing and Hermione walked into the kitchen with Rose. Rose climbed into her high chair.

"Rose..." Hermione said, playfully acting stern.

"Sorry, mummy," apologized Rose Weasley innocently and sweetly.

"You're so much like your dad, Rose," she smiled and turned to the stove. "How about we make a Chocolate Frog cake?"

"Yeah!" Rose was about to hop out of the chair, but Hermione grabbed her and put her on the floor before she could. Rose ran upstairs and came back down a few minutes later with Chocolate Frogs and Sugar Quills.

"Sugar Quills?" Hermione asked, beaming at her.

"Yeah. They look pretty nice for the decoration and it will be tasty to have as well," she went on her tip toes and put the things on the counter.

"Hermione!" She turned around to see Ron standing there in the doorway. "Where were you? Viktor was wondering where you went!"

"Oh, I forgot to send him an owl saying Rose didn't feel too well," she said as she turned on the stove and melted six Chocolate Frogs.

"Uh, huh... ill enough to melt - I suppose it's for Rose- chocolate?" Ron asked with raised eyebrows, fully entering the kitchen.

"This is for Rose," she replied quickly. "Chocolate cures remember?"

"What about Ophelia? Aren't you going to go back to her?" Rose asked sweetly as Ron scoffed about Hermione's comment.

"No, she's decided to spend the evening with Viktor," he replied angrily, staring at Hermione.

"Oh, well, they are friends," Hermione fakely grinned, but knew Viktor was going to end up taking her to bed. She quickly took out a bowl and nearly smashed it as she slammed it down on the table. Rose jumped back in suprise, frowning at her dad. He just gave a shrug and took out some butter, flour and eggs.

"What are you doing?" the older witch snapped.

"Hermione, calm down..."

"Don't tell me what to do!" she half-screamed at him. Rose quickly grabbed her mum's hand and held it, squeezing it gently and gave a shy smile. Hermione sighed.

"I'm so sorry, Ron. I-I just..." he broke off, not saying anything.

"Let's just make the cake, hey?" he smiled warmly and grabbed her other hand. She felt another squeeze at her heart. After all she did, shouted and everything, he was still kind. She reluctantly let go of the two hands of the people she loved most and mixed the melted Chocolate Frogs with a wooden spoon. Ron started to pour in the flour, butter and eggs in the bowl and started to mix it the muggle way with a spoon instead of a whisker because he enjoyed baking like a family already. Rose was helping him because he was pretending to struggle, but she could see he wanted her by his side. She stirred gently with her spoon and the batter became soft with no lumps. Hermione tipped in the chocolatey mix into the bowl with the batter and stirred it herself while Ron and Rose had a small flour fight.

"Ron, Rose, stop it, you'll get all messy!" Hermione scoled, but smiled as she kept on stirring the mixture. Soon, she was done and greased the baking tray. She then poured it in the baking tray and put it into the oven She turned it on and set it at the right degree and temperature. She turned around and Ron threw half a packet of flour on her head.

"Ron!" she screamed, "My clothesand hair and face and..." but she decided not to moan about it and used the flour that was on her head to throw at Ron. He laughed and she chucked the rest at Rose.

"What did I do?" Rose asked, laughing as she threw some on Hermione. Soon, another flour fight was on and the kitchen was in a complete mess. Ron, Hermione and Rose were laughing so hard, Ron fell over, Hermione on him and Rose next to Ron. He stopped laughing when he realized what had happened. He blushed, but was thankful white, heavy flour was all over his face. He rolled Hermione onto her back and stood up. Her dress rolled up and he saw her silky, black knickers. He felt a hard-on coming on.

"I'm gonna go have a shower," he said weakly and ran up the stairsas fast and lightning. He slammed the door and leaned against it, breathing madly. He walked over to the wardrobe that had a mirror on it and wiped the flour off his face. He decided to have a nice, long, bubble bath in the jacuzzi. He got out his boxers and shirt and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was quite large for it's actual size. The shower was spacy and roomy. The jacuzzi was as big as a medium sized pool. It was like the Prefects' Bathroom bath, but it looked more modern. It had slightly the same taps, giving a rich aroma around the room as soon as you turned it on. The taps had different coloured waters in them and it was painted a dazzling red and gold. (The bathroom, that is). In fact, the bathroom only had red and gold colours. There was a bathroom in the upstairs landing, next to Rose's room, but the shower was quite small and the bath was too short. Ron dropped his clothes on the radiator and started to strip. He finally kicked away his boxers and set up the jacuzzi. He turned on all the taps which held hot water. He turned a bit of the cold tap on and put it on full speed for the bubbly tap. He sighed in bliss as he smelt all the aromas on the taps. Once it was halfway full, he turned off all the taps and slipped inside. He sighed in bliss again and saw the flour on his face and body wash away in the bath. He felt like he was melting away...

The door opened and Hermione entered, dressed in nothing. She screamed as she saw Ron.

"Ron!" he quickly passed her his towel and she covered herself up. "What are you doing in here?"

"Having a wash," he said obviously.

"But I need one and now the water tempreture has gone low..." she trailed off, staring at the shower and not trying to look at him.

"Well you can join me if you like," he smiled at her and he moved up. "Come on, I'm your best friend. You can trust me!"

She gave in and climbed onto the steps. She slipped off Ron's towel slowly and sat in the tub, her breasts showing a little. Ron felt his bulge erect madly, dying for a stroke or ten. He watched Hermione as she sighed and rested her head on the edge of the tub, closing her eyes. Finally, her breasts were under the foam so it was out of site. Little Ron calmed down a little, but was still erecting due to Hermione being there nakedly in the tub with her eyes closed.

"This isn't how you wanted your date to turn out, is it?" Ron asked softly. She opened her eyes, but her head was still resting on the edge.

"No," she replied just as softly. He's probably sleeping with Ophelia as we speak.

She felt anger and sadness well up inside her. She gasped as she felt a hand on her thigh. She didn't notice that Ron painfully swam next to her. Her head was up now and she stared at Ron with a smile. "What about you? Did you want it to turn out this way?"

"Yes, actually. I didn't want to go out with her in the first place. Besides, I even told you I'd rather be with you and Rose then with another woman anyday." She smiled to herself. Ron was never as romantic as they were back in Hogwarts. The war matured him very much.

"So when is the cake baked?" Ron spoke, grinning.

"You and your food, Ron!" she laughed softly before answering. "Ten minu-" she was cut off when bubbly water was splashed into her. "Hey!" she wiped the water from her eyes and Ron was too busy laughing to notice her sneaking up on him and pushed him underwater. She let go after five seconds and he gasped.

"I could have died!" Ron said, mock angrily.

"Yes, but I know you wouldn't," she smirked. He went underwater and Hermione had gotten scared. She felt muscular arms wrap around her waist and push her against the tub wall. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist without knowing as he jumped up from the water.

"Sorry. I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, moving closer to her.

"No. I had fun," she grinned, but it disappeared as they realized what position they were in. They looked down and back up. Ron placed his tip at Hermione's entrance. She moaned as she felt a bit of him go inside of her, her naked and wet breasts against his naked, wet and musculer chest.

A knock was placed on the door.

"Mummy?" Rose called. They immediately sprang apart and Hermione got up, clutching the nearest bath robe.

"I'm coming! You just wait out there!" she called back. She turned to Ron with a look on her face and walked out of the bathroom. Ron leaned back against the tub wall and sighed. He nearly had sex with Hermione. He was sure he would have gone much deeper if Rose hadn't knocked on the door. He swam under the red tap and turned it on, finally relaxed and imagined what would've happened if Rose didn't knock.

"Mummy, the cake is ready." Rose said as she saw Hermione step out of the bathroom, cheeks red.

"Oh, right then. Wait, you didn't touch the oven did you?!" Hermione's eyes widened and kneeled in front of her little girl, checking for scars and burns.

"Mummy, I'm fine. I only turned it off. I didn't open or touch it!" Rose laughed merrily at her mother's expression.

"You shouldn't go near it at all, Rosie. You could get hurt," Hermione stood up and walked over to her chest of draws.

"Yes, but I know what to do. Anyways, where's daddy?" she asked slowly, her blue orbs gazing into Hermione's chocolate ones.

"Oh, er..." she blushed and cut herself off.

"He was with you in there. I could hear you splashing and laughing," Rose giggled.

"You won't tell Viktor will you?" Hermione asked weakly.

"Of course not. I love you mummy. I'll wait downstairs for you." without another word, she kissed her mum and skipped downstairs. Hermione smiled warmly to herself. Everything was perfect about Rose. She could cheer you up when you were down and make you laugh instead of cry. She would even keep secrets if you told her the most personal ones and even though she was two, she could understand a lot of things.

Ron does those things Hermione though. Figures how Rose is funny as well. She decided to wear Ron's silky maroon boxers and his large Chudley Cannon t-shirt, even though she shouldn't as it was a little exposing on her legs. Once she was done she walked downstairs and got out her oven gloves. She carefully took out the baking tray and put it on the counter. She got out the round Chocolate Frog cake and put it on a large plate.

"Wait for it to cool down, Rosie," she nodded and hopped onto a chair Ron usually sat on. Hermione sat down and they started to talk about Hogwarts: A History and how fascinating it is and how Rose had nearly finished the book.

Ron quickly rinsed the tub when he smelt Chocolate Frog cake.

Must be ready he thought. He quickly put on some pajama pants and a light blue shirt. He pocketed his and Hermione's wand since she forgot it and picked up their clothes. He carefully walked downstairs and put them in the washing machine and then washed his hands. He turned around and stopped when he saw Hermione in his clothes.

Don't you fucking dare Little Ron he growled mentally. He weakly smiled and handed her her wand.

"Oh, thank you, Ron. Rose, I think the cake should be nice and warm now," Hermione stood up and grabbed out two plates and a small plastic one. She got out two metal forks, a plastic fork and a sharp knife. She cut three large slices and saw Ron moving Rose into her high chair. She clutched the plastic plate in front of her with the fork on it.

"Thank you," Rose said and she dug in. Hermione then cut Ron's.

"Thanks," he smiled in generosity and sat diagonally opposite Rose.

She cut herself a slice and then sat next to Ron. They ate silently apart from the sound of munching and the fork coming in contact with their plates. Ron glanced at Hermione and smiled at her when she caught his eye. She smiled back and held his hand gently under the table. Rose watched them both smiling while eating, even if her parents were struggling to eat. They were all thinking the same thing:

This is how it should be.