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Ron&Hermione Pairing 3

Horcruxes

6 months later

It was now December. Hermione was six months gone. Ron and Rose were estatic. A new little baby. A brother or sister for Rose to grow up with. Hermione was at her breakfast bar with a icing pipe in one hand and a small truffle in the other.
"Dobby must ask why is working so hard in her condition." Dobby said when he ran into the kitchen. Hermione hands were calm as she piped green leaves onto the top of the truffle. She set the confection down and looked at Dobby.
"I will go stir crazy if I do nothing. Besides, it's nearly Christmas. Rose has covered the fridge with drawings. I want to do something." Hermione stated, gesturing to the fride, covered in yellow and pink paper. The images moved. The one with the snowman had snow falling from the yellow sky. The others with her badly drawn new family were still. She didn't want anything to change. Wanted nothing to happen to them.
"Well, may Dobby decorate the house ?" Dobby asked. Hermione nodded. A smile lit up Dobby's face. He raced to the Livingroom and Hermione never saw him afterwards. Hermione was careful when tidying up. Careful when going upstairs to check on Rose.
"Rosie? What are you doing? Where are you?" Hermione questioned, looking down the long corridors. To her left. To her right. She wasn't in her room. Or Dobbys.
"Mum!" Rose shouted from Hermiones room. Hermione followed her voice and found Rose wrapped up in her duvet with Rons scrapbook in her hands. "Is this really you?" She asked, sitting upright and thrusting the book in her Mothers direction. Hermione took the book and wriggled in next to Rose, talking over all the pictures. When they were taken. Who had taken them. How she was feeling in the photo. The book was open at the first page. Her, Harry and Ron. When Harry had flat hair, Ron had a parting and when she had big frizzy flicked through them and laughed.
"Dad's clothes!" Rose pointed out. Ron at the Yule Ball. It made Hermione cringe. "You're so pretty!" Rose squealed. Her mother let out a sigh and a smile.
"I still have that dress in the attic. It might need some stitching but it'll look great for your Yule Ball." Hermione smiled. They kept on flicking.
"This one, honey, is my favourite." Hermione smiled. It was her and Ron. Camping. "Your uncle Harry took this." She grinned.

"Where was it? What are you doing?" Rose asked. She looked up at her mum who was tearing up.
"Well..." Hermione sniffed, "It was in our tent."
"Are you dancing?" Rose questioned. Hermione nodded at her. It was almost a replica of Lily and James' dancing photo that registered it's place at Harry's beside.
"You can remember I told you about your dad walking out and leaving us for a little while?" Hermione queried. Rose nodded at her. "Well, this was a few days before that. We didn't know it was getting taken." She whimpered happily. Her tears were falling onto the top of her daughters head. "The one time we hadn't a care. The only time that the Horcrux didn't affect us." She muttered. Rose put her hand to her mothers face.
"What's a Horcrux?" Rose questioned. Hermione looked down at her with a faint and fake smile.
"I'll tell you when you're older."Hermione promised. Rose sighed heavily. "Look, we're going to Grandma's in about half an hour to give presents. Do you want to wrap them?"She asked. Rose wildly nodded and jumped from the bed.
"I'll need tape and scissors and paper and the presents." Rose said informatively. Hermione nodded and Rose ran all the way down to the kitchen. Hermione sat still on the bed, tracing her fingers over the picture that was taken not so long ago. She felt herself weep. Happy tears though.
"I'm back!" Ron shouted from the front door, dropping his kit bag and broom.
"Dad!" Rose squealed. Hermione could hear her daughter run to her father. She knew Ron would swipe Rose up in a oner. "We're going to Gran and Grandad's!" Rose laughed.
Ron gasped, "Are we really ? Who told you that? Was it Cruikshanks?" Ron laughed teasingly at his daughter. Rose shook her head. "Was it Dobby?" He chuckled. Dobby looked over at Ron from the Livingroom with tinsel in his hands. Rose shook her head. "Was it mum? It was, wasn't it?" He smiled. Rose nodded and he started to carry her upstairs to where Hermione was now standing at the balcony which looked over the foyer.

"Good day? Did we win?" She asked. He had a sad, sinister look on his face.
"Of course we did!" Ron grinned. He put Rose onto the ground and brought Hermione into an embrace. "How was your day?" He asked. Hermione just shrugged and sighed.
"It wasn't too bad. And, look, I'm sorry I didn't come see the game. It was jus-" Hermione began before Ron smiled again and shook his head.
"Love, it's alright. I understand." He said calmly, "And besides, Harry, Albus and James were there." Ron said. Hermione smirked as she hugged him tighter. "Are we really going to your parents'?" Ron groaned. She just laughed.
"Of course we are. it's Christmas. Now, get showered, dressed and everything else that you need to do." Hermione said to him, pulling away and taking Roses hand. "We have presents to wrap, don't we, Chicken?" She said. Her and Rose started to walk down towards Roses room before Ron brought Hermione back to the balcony. Rose was already cutting at the paper when Hermione spoke. "Ron? Are you alright?" She asked in a sincere tone. Her husband nodded and smiled.
"I'm great. Couldn't be any better." Ron said to her. He took her hands into his and she was confused. Something caught her eye behind Ron. When she looked behind Ron, there were paparazzi floating on their brooms through the large window above the door.
"They're watching." Hermione pointed out with a laugh. Ron shrugged and didn't even bother to turn.
"They followed me home." He said to her. They just looked at eachother with adoration in their eyes.
"What?" Hermione asked hazily. She seemed adaze in Rons bright blue eyes. Ron shook his head gently.
"Just really happy." He said to her. He took one hand from hers and brushed stray hairs from her neck. Ron held his hand there, feeling her blood rush under her skin. He moved toward her face so hers was inches from his. It was a really intimate, tense moment. She made the move and 'stumbled' so her lips pressed to his. They hadn't done that in such a while. With Rose and Dobby about anyway. With their hands still linked and their lips still locket, the flashed from the cameras outside started to go crazy.

He pulled from her and Hermione couldn't help but smile. She thought he was going to come back for more before he spoke.
"What sex is the baby?" Ron asked. Hermione scoffed.
"I'm not telling you, Ronald!" She laughed, beginning to walk away from him.
"Wai- You know?" He shouted after her.
"Of course I do!" Hermione said, turning and going into Roses room where all the presents were done. Scruffy and untidy. "Woah, darling! Look at what Rose done for her Papa." Hermione told Ron when she picked up the red-wrapped parcel. She turned to Ron. "Did I forget to tell you we're staying at Mum and Dad's tonight?" She smiled, putting the parcel to Rons chest before walking to her room to pack an overnight bag.