"Now I have seven of your Chocolate Frog cards," six-year old Hugo beamed as he set Ron's card up on his nightstand. "I have four of mummy's. But only two of Uncle Harry's."

"You know, I think these cards make my nose look bigger than it actually is," Ron frowned, studying the card.

"They make you look cool, dad," Hugo grinned.

"Thanks, Hugo," Ron grinned, rustling his son's hair. "Alright, you need to go to sleep. Remember…don't tell mummy I gave you chocolate right before bed."

"I won't," Hugo promised. "Night dad."

"Good night," Ron said, turning off the light and leaving the room. He turned and headed into the next room, where Rose was sitting on her bed, waiting for him to read to her, as he and Hermione did every night.

"You picked out your bedtime story, Rosie?" Ron asked.

"I picked one of mummy's books," Rose nodded. "Do you think she'll mind?"

"I think she'll be proud that you're already reaching for her books," Ron chuckled.

"When's she coming back home?" Rose asked.

"Day after next," Ron told her. "She has to help grandmum Granger for a few days, remember? She had that hip surge-y thing…"

"Surgery," Rose corrected. "It a muggle health procedure where doctors open up the body and fix all sorts of illnesses."

"I'll take your word for it," Ron said, sitting down next to her. "So, which book did you pick?"

"This one!" Rose said, lifting up a very heavy book and dropping it right in Ron's lap, causing him to grunt.

"Hogwarts: A History?" Ron frowned. "Oh Rosie, you couldn't have picked another book?"

"I'll be going to Hogwarts in less than three years," Rose said seriously. "I need to start preparing, daddy."

"You," Ron sighed. "Are definitely your mother's daughter. Alright, Rose, I suppose we can read the first chapter tonight."

"Two chapters," Rose insisted.

"Fine," Ron sighed. "Two chapters…reckon that will be about a hundred pages though."

"I don't mind," Rose smiled.

"I know you don't," Ron smirked, opening up the book. "Alright, chapter one: Beginning Envisions…"

….

"Hi there," Ron smiled a couple of nights later as Hermione apperated into the middle of their living room. He tossed aside the paper he had been reading and rushed over to his wife, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips to hers.

"Hi yourself," Hermione grinned, kissing him back. "I've missed you."

"Bet you have," Ron replied. "How's your mum doing?"

"Much better, the surgery went great," Hermione told him.

"Still can't believe she let people take knifes and cut into her body," Ron shivered.

"Ron, it's a perfectly safe procedure," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I'm assuming Rose and Hugo are asleep?"

"Yeah," Ron nodded. "They were planning on staying up to wait for you, but they both crashed around ten."

"How sweet," Hermione chuckled. "Did everything go alright here while I was gone?"

"Course," Ron said. "Hugo spent most of his time over at Harry's, playing with this new muggle toy they got. It's some controller thing that they hook up to the T.V. box and a whole bunch of games appear."

"Oh, video games," Hermione said. "Yes, I'm sure Hugo loved those. What about Rose? She didn't want to play?"

"She said she didn't get the concept," Ron smirked. "She decided to start combing through your bookshelf instead."

"She read my books?" Hermione said, impressed. "That's wonderful! Which book did she read?"

"The biggest one she could find," Ron said. "Hogwarts: A History. Said she needs to start preparing. Hope you're happy with yourself, Herm. You've gone and turned our daughter into an even bigger bookworm than you."

"Well did she like it?" Hermione asked, ignoring his comment.

"She finished it off in two days," Ron told her. "Shattered your record. And you'll be proud of me, Hermione."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Well who do you think read Rose the book?" Ron asked.

"She read it herself, didn't she?"

"Well, yeah, most of it," Ron admitted. "But she insisted that I read to her at bedtime. So I can now officially say I've finally read six chapters of that bloody book. And I have to say…wasn't nearly as dull as I thought."

"You read it?" Hermione beamed, her face lighting up. "Oh Ron!"

"Maybe I'll even get around to finishing it one of these days," Ron continued.

"So you're telling me," Hermione said, still smiling. "That all these years of begging you to pick up that book were useless, but our daughter managed to get you to read it just by asking once?"

"She knows how to ware me down," Ron shrugged. "She knows I'll never deny her a bedtime story. Even if she picks a book that's bigger than she is."

"So what was your favorite part?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I suppose the stuff about the Fat Lady was pretty interesting," Ron said. "Always thought she was just some random woman that somebody painted and put up at the entrance of the Gryffindor common room. Didn't know that she was actually in the first class of Gryffindors! And-"

He was cut off as Hermione threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

"You," she said breathlessly as they pulled apart. "Have never been more attractive to me."