Moments in Time

Author's Note: This will be a collection of one-shots and drabbles of moments between Ron and Hermione. They might be during Hogwarts, after Hogwarts, pre-battle, pre-epilogue etc!

None of them have any connection to each other. They each stand alone.

Fluff, smut and maybe a little angst ahead!

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Title: I want one

Idea: Hermione spends the day babysitting James for Harry and Ginny and ends up talking to Ron about a little Weasley

Timeline: pre-epilogue, post marriage

She wasn't sure she could handle a baby by herself all day to be honest...Hermione never had a younger sibling or little cousins to babysit when she was younger, but after little James smiled at her for the first time while she was reading him The Tales of Beedle the Bard, she was hooked.

They had a fun day of reading, playing with his toys that Ginny had dropped off, and she even loved feeding him mashed peas and carrots. In fact, she was terribly upset that her Auntly duties were over when Ginny came to pick up her son after dinner. She went upstairs to change into her nightdress, waiting for Ron to return home as she was humming happily to herself, sitting at her vanity and plaiting her long hair.

For Ron, it hadn't been that bad of a day at work and he was insanely grateful for that. He hadn't come across one of those easier days in quite some time, and being able to actually take a full hour for his lunch was a refreshing change. Still, as always, he was eager to get home and see Hermione.

After stopping in a deli to get some quick take-away for dinner, Ron picked up a few brownies, the kind he knew Hermione loved, and then apparated home. Closing the door behind him, he called through the flat, "'Mione! Where are you?"

She grinned widely as her husband's voice knocked her out of her reverie. She stood and grabbed a dressing gown, tying it around her waist hastily as she padded barefoot across the bedroom. "In here! There are leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry," she called out, making her way down the hall.

"Nah, I grabbed something on the way home." He answered, approaching the hall himself and smiling at her just as she came into view. "Hi, love." He grinned and held up the white box containing the delectable sweets. "Brought you some brownies." Ironically, he hoped the brownies would get him brownie points because, well, those were always good.

She raised a brow. "You brought me some brownies? As in...I'll have one and you'll eat the rest?" She smirked some, standing on her tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek, before taking the box and plucking out a brownie. "How was your mission today? You seem to be in an awfully good mood, so I'm guessing it went well?" She knew he wasn't allowed to give her details of his missions but she could gauge how well they went by Ron's mood after. He was quite easy to read- for her, anyways.

"I'll have you know I didn't so much as touch those brownies, thank you very much." He said with a bit of an indignant look. "And work was good. We caught the guy relatively easily, and then the rest of the afternoon was the debriefing and paperwork and whatnot. Even got to take my full lunch hour." He grinned at that and then wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up off the ground slightly, hugging her tightly and kissing her soundly. "So," he said when he placed her back on her feet, "how was the babysitting thing?"

She laughed a bit as she was lifted off of the ground, kissing him chastely in return. Once she was put back on the ground, she took a bite of the brownie. "Mm.." she swallowed. "It was... wonderful." She couldn't stop smiling. "Our nephew has taken a great liking to his Auntie Hermione. He especially liked The Tales of Beedle the Bard... and tugging mercilessly at my hair." She wrinkled her nose a bit, taking another bite of the treat.

"He's not the only one who enjoys tugging at your hair. But, I'd like to hope it's for completely different reasons." Ron remarked with a wink, grinning broadly at her.

Walking towards the living room and motioning for her to follow, Ron plopped down on the couch with a sigh of relief and patted the cushion next to him. Grabbing his wand, he levitated the brownies over to the table in front of them and summoned the carton of milk from the kitchen along with a couple of glasses.

She smacked at him playfully, stifling an indignant laugh. "Goodness, Ronald. He's not yet one!"

Though, she didn't need much persuasion to be lured over to the couch, and she pulled her wand from her pocket to ignite blue-bell flames in the fireplace before setting it down on the coffee table.

She curled up beside him, resting her head on his chest. "Ron? I...I want to talk to you," she said in a rather cautious tone, biting her lip. She lifted her head to look into his eyes, blinking nervously as she summoned up her courage and blurted it out. "I want one."

Ron wrapped his arm tightly around her and pulled her close to his body. He looked down at her, brushing a tendril of hair from her face that had come loose from her plait. "Want what, love? Another brownie?" He asked softly, reaching for his wand to summon her another treat.

She grabbed his wrist, stilling it before he reached the wand. "No! No, Ron..." She couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and amusement at his confusion. He was quite adorable. But this was a serious matter. "A baby. Of our own. I... want one." She nervously plucked at the fabric of his shirt, watching his facial expressions carefully.

Ron's eyebrows shot up almost immediately, completely taken off guard by her suggestion yet, somehow, already agreeing with it. "Yeah? Really? You want a baby?" He asked her, a smile already pushing its way to the surface as he scratched the back of his head.

Reading him better than a book as always, she beamed at him, nodding fervently. "Yes. Oh, Ron, I think we're ready...truly. We're settled into our jobs and making more than enough to support ourselves...we may need to consider moving out of the city, this is no place to raise children - but we can discuss that later, once we decide to do this." She took a breath after speaking a mile a minute. "What...what do you think?"

Ron paused for dramatic effect, when in reality, he'd already decided. Sure, there'd always be that fear that he'd be a horrible father but somehow, the whole idea of being a father and someday sending that kid off to Hogwarts like his parents had done for him, outweighed all the fears. "I think I'll need to get the little thing on a broom as soon as possible." He answered, grinning.

She tightened her grip on his shirt out of excitement, beaming up at him. "Oh, Ron... you mean it?" She threw her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead to his. "And our child will not appreciate being called a little thing, Ronald. No flying until he's old enough to ride his own training broom."

"Well, I would have said little guy but we don't know if that's the right pronoun there, do we?" He grinned, quite proud that he knew what a pronoun was and had used it quite convincingly in a sentence. "And 'course I mean it." He said, reaching up and running his fingers through the loose pieces of his hair. "He or she is going to be a red-headed, curly-haired, Quidditch playing and book reading brilliant kid."

Laughing some, she jumped off of the couch, getting to her feet as she took both of his hands, hoisting him up as well. "Come on! Let's not waste anymore time," she said with a mischievous grin. "I want to make our baby right now."

Ron didn't have to be told twice and soon he was dragging Hermione quite quickly down the hall to their bedroom, smiling and leaving a trail of clothing in their wake.