A/N: So i decided to name this chapter. I just thought that it fitted nicely :) also! WARNING! Mature content!
5 months later
*Ron's POV*
"Daddy! Daddy!", Rose cried. Ron rushed to her side.
"Hey, hey, princess", he said soothingly as he laid on the bed with her, Rose crawling up to his side and positioning herself under his arm. "What's the matter?", he asked as he softly stroked her forever growing ginger locks. This had been the third time he had had to pick her up from staying at the Burrow.
"Nightmares", Rose sniffed as she began to suck her thumb. Rose had started having nightmares quite a lot recently. It had all started two months before when she had had a sleep over with her cousins, Albus and James. As James had now learned to read, he had found some old newspaper clippings from the Daily Prophet, and had decided to read his younger brother and cousin some stories from them. Stories about the great battle of Hogwarts. He had told them all about Lord Voldemort and the evil and devastation he had cast upon the wizarding world all those years ago. Ron had never been more furious at his nephew in his entire life. He knew he was just a boy, but he couldn't help but feel angry. He had exposed his little girl to the horrors of his past at such a young age, and now she was suffering because of it. Ron and Hermione were still preparing for the day when Rose was old enough and she'd want to ask questions about it herself. Now he was holding his distraught seventeen month old daughter in his arms because she had had yet another nightmare about Voldemort. Ron scooped Rose up out of the bed and took her home. On arriving back at Grimmauld Place, Ron carried Rose into his and Hermione's room to spend another night in their bed. As soon as Rose's head hit the pillow, and her mother and father were at either side of her, she was fast asleep.
"More nightmares?", Hermione whispered. Ron nodded as he began to play with Rose's hair softly. Hermione sighed. "We'll have another chat with her tomorrow. Mum and dad want to try having her for the night. To see if there's anything they can do", she told him.
"I feel like we're palming her off to as many family members as we can just so we can see if she spends the entire night!", Ron told her in a hushed tone.
"I know. But the only way we can help her is by helping her fight it, Ron. She cant fight it spending every night in our bed", Hermione explained.
"She shouldn't have anything to fight", Ron sighed heavily. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair softly.
"I know. But she does now, and we have to find a way to help her deal with it", Hermione continued.
*Hermione's POV*
The following morning, Hermione woke up early and began to prepare the talk she and her husband would have with their seventeen month old daughter in a few hours. A talk Hermione never wanted to come, but she knew it would eventually catch up to them, even if it was earlier than expected. Luckily for them, Rose was too young to have a lot of complicated questions to ask, but they needed to explain Voldemort, and they needed her to know that she was safe. Ron soon joined her downstairs along with a still sleepy Rose, held close to his chest as she rubbed her eyes. Ron sat her in her chair at the table as he pulled up a chair next to her, Hermione doing the same on the opposite side. Hermione and Ron looked at each other nervously, not knowing where to start. How were they supposed to explain Voldemort to a seventeen month old child? Hermione took a deep breath.
"Rose. Do you remember when Uncle George told you that story about the Boogie man?", Hermione asked. Rose nodded slowly as Ron rolled his eyes, recalling the time his older brother thought it would be a fantastic idea to tell the kids a Boogie manstory. "Well, Voldemort- he was a very, very, bad man and he upset a lot of people. But just like the Boogie man, he can never hurt you because he isn't here anymore. Unlike the Boogie man, he was real, but that was a long, long time ago and he's gone now", she tried hard to explain, taking her daughter's hand within her own.
"Mummy and daddy want you to know that you're safe, Rosie. And you always will be no matter what. There's nothing to be scared of, princess", Ron smiled softly at her.
"Okay", Rose spoke, smiling softly back at her parents.
"That's my girl", Hermione whispered softly as she reached over the kiss Rose on her forehead. "Now, you and daddy should go and get your things and Sapphire ready because Granddad Dan will be here soon to pick you up", she smiled before Rose jumped down off of her chair and crawled back up the stairs, Ron following. A few hours later, Dan Granger had come to pick up Rose to spend the night and Ron and Hermione had decided to relax for a while. They snuggled up to one another on the sofa as they watched the television. Ron softly ran his hand up and down Hermione's arm as they watched one of Hermione's favourite muggle programmes.
"When was the last time we had sex?", Ron asked suddenly.
"Ronald!", Hermione jumped up in shock.
"What?", Ron laughed. "Just asking a question", he smirked. Hermione sighed at him before settling back down in his arms.
"I don't know. Nearly two weeks ago?", she answered his question.
"Ouch. Now that. Is a long time", Ron smirked down at her, continuing to let his hand run up and down her arm in a, now, seductive manner.
"Ronald Weasley. Are you propositioning me?", Hermione looked up at him as she raised her eyebrow.
"I could be. You'll have to follow me and find out", he told her as he got up from behind her and made his way upstairs. Hermione sat on the sofa for a moment, giggling quietly to herself. She loved all sides of Ron, she really did, but she adored this side of him. They were now 27 years old parents and yet they still had these teenage moments of flirting and teasing. Hermione loved it. "I haven't got all day, you know!", Ron joked from upstairs. Hermione had another little giggle to herself before joining Ron upstairs. On entering their bedroom, Ron immediately shut the door behind her, pushing her into the wall lustfully and crashing his lip into hers. Hermione's hands soon found themselves tugging on the neck line of his t-shirt as they kissed passionately and intensely. Ron began popping the buttons from Hermione's shirt as quickly as he could, revealing her small, white laced bra. He immediately pressed his hand softly against her breast as he squeezed gently, moaning slightly into her lips. Hermione broke away from their passionate state for a moment just to breathe before letting out a breathy laugh. "What?", Ron grinned. Hermione didn't say anything. Placing her hand on the nape of his neck, she pulled is face towards her as she kissed him tenderly.
"I love you", she told him as she pulled away, looking deep into her husband's eyes. Ron grinned at her before continuing with their desirous moment. The couple had soon found themselves on the bed in the middle of the room, more and more clothes leaving the equation as things became more heated. Ron laid on top of Hermione, one hand completely lost in her hair whilst the other had ventured into her small, white laced knickers. He allowed two fingers to enter her and she yelped with pleasure, digging her nails into the small of his back. Ron continued to pump his fingers in and out of her folds as her hips bucked almost as in an effort to escape the sensation she was feeling. Hermione's hand suddenly met Ron's as she slowly pulled it out of her knickers, inviting him to be at face level with her. They returned to their amorous kisses before Ron reached down to Hermione's knickers and pulled them over her legs smoothly, throwing them on the floor before getting rid of his own underwear. Ron returned to his recent position above Hermione and got rid of all of the stray hair that was in her face.
"You're so beautiful", he told her before kissing her delicately. Within seconds, Ron had entered her and the pair soon began to move in perfect sync, their bodies fitting together in all the right places like pieces of a puzzle. Hermione wanted to fight the amazing sensation that was coursing through her entire body, she wanted this moment to last forever. She wanted every moment like this with Ron to last forever. She couldn't help herself. Her nails dug deeper into his back as she lifted her head up, just past his face, resting her chin on his shoulder, holding on to him for dear life. She could hear him grunting in her ear. Those grunts drove her insane and she had no clue why. It wasn't the most arousing thing to hear in world, but she loved it. "You- okay?", he asked, his voice gruff and breathy.
"Mmhhmm", she whimpered. She couldn't take it much longer. As Ron continued to thrust into her folds, Hermione tightened around him, releasing all of the passion, emotion and lust she had held back. Ron returned by spilling into her, collapsing by her side as he always did when they had made love. Making love with Ron had always been a magical experience for Hermione, but since they had had Rose, their love making had become more intimate. More passionate. More special. Ron loved her more than anything, and it was moments like this that showed that more than ever.
"I love you", he told her, giving her a breathy kiss on the cheek. Hermione turned her head to face him. Their lips mere inches apart.
"I want this to be my forever", she told him.
"Well I don't know if I could go on forever, love", Ron joked. Hermione slapped him playfully on his bare chest, letting out a small chuckle.
"No, I mean this. Looking after our daughter- being together like this. Its just feels so perfect", she sighed lovingly.
"Hermione, this is our forever. I want this today, tomorrow, next month, next year and for the rest of my life", he said, lacing his arm around her shoulders. "And that's exactly what we'll have". The next day, Rose returned from her grandparents and the following week was nightmare free. For Rose at least. Hermione had begun to feel ill. She had a ton of work that needed to be finished for the Ministry and all she wanted to do was lie in bed all day, which was very unlike Hermione. She had hidden it well from Ron though. She knew as soon as he would suspect that she was ill, he would convince her to take some time off of work. One rainy afternoon, Hermione returned home from the Ministry and threw herself on the sofa, feeling completely drained. "Are you alright, love?", Ron asked.
"I'm fine", she smiled at him. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. Are you sure you're okay? You look a bit pale", he told her.
"I'm-", Hermione stopped. Her stomach twisted in knots as she tried to find the words to speak. She suddenly shot up from the sofa and raced to the bathroom. Dropping to her knees in front of the toilet and vomiting violently.
"You're not going into work tomorrow", Ron told her as he held her hair back lovingly.
"I'll be fine, Ron. I've just had a busy day, that's all", she told him as she finally felt her stomach beginning to settle. She had no idea how wrong she was. Throughout the entire week, Hermione began to feel more and more ill, until something had finally come into light. All of this was far too familiar. Headaches. Being pale. Dizziness. Vomiting. As the week went on, Hermione knew exactly what was wrong. On her lunch break from work, Hermione visited a muggle pharmacy and purchased a pregnancy test. She went home knowing that Ron was in work and Rose was with Molly and Arthur and took the test. She knew she shouldn't really trust a muggle pregnancy test, considering what she had been told about them at St Mungo's when she had found out she was pregnant with Rose, but she didn't want to risk going to the hospital and being seen so the news would make it back to Ron. As her three minutes of waiting came to an end, Hermione began to scan the pregnancy test. It was positive. She wasn't sure how to feel. Another baby? Another person to love and look after. A little brother or sister for Rose. But also another horrendous nine months to endure and another chance of experiencing postnatal depression. That following afternoon, Hermione had given in and had decided to go to the hospital to double check her news. Her suspicions were confirmed. She was, in fact, three weeks pregnant. Later that night, Ron joined her in bed after taking Rose to bed and reading her a story. Hermione immediately curled up by his side as she laced her arm around the front of his waist. The pair laid there in sheer bliss for a moment whilst Ron played with her wild brunette locks. "Ron?", Hermione finally found the courage to speak.
"Mmm?", he replied contently.
"Do you remember when I was pregnant with Rose and Ginny told us to never contemplate having another child, and I said we'd cross that bridge when we get to it?", she spoke quickly.
"Um- yeah", said Ron.
"How do you feel about crossing that bridge?", she asked. Ron stayed silent for a moment, unsure of what she was trying to say.
"What do you mean?", he asked.
"I'm pregnant, Ron", she told him, not completely sure of how he would take the news. Ron stared at her for a moment in disbelief.
"Really? I mean you're pregnant- you're actually pregnant?", he stuttered. Hermione nodded. "How sure are you?", he asked.
"I took a test at lunch time and then I went to St Mungo's this afternoon", she told him. Ron stayed silent. "Well? What do you think?", Hermione asked him. Ron looked deep into the depths of her eyes before resting the palm of his hand against her face.
"I think its bloody fantastic!", he grinned. Hermione let a soft smile begin to show on her face. "We're going to have another baby", he sighed lovingly, pulling her closer for a tighter embrace.
