POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 1
The light flicked off, the door closed and the key locked it. Mr Weasly rubbed his eyes. It was past midnight, way past midnight. He really had to ask his brothers for a break. A weekend off or something. But then again they probably worked harder than he did. They would go down into the lab at 6am sharp and he wouldn't see them until the next morning. The Plaque shined brightly on the door as Ron tapped it.
WEASLY BROTHERS WEEZERS - CLOSED
He sighed. His brothers were rich and famous and he wasn't either. He was just reliable, gullible Ron. King of the dorks, Mr Doormat. He walked to the window. It was a beautiful night. The moon was almost full and all the stars were all visible. Ron smiled.
'Just the perfect night for an anniversary,' Ron decided. 'If Hermione's still up.'
***
"Your late Mr Weasly !" Hermione shouted, seductively and sweet as the young office clerk stepped through the fireplace. Ron smiled. His wife was still up. The basket and blanket had been moved into the house giving the 6 year anniversary a move homely feel. Ron said nothing. He walked forward slowly dropping his jacket inches away from the hat rack and, placing his briefcase in front of the blazing fire, he bent down to meet his wife. They shared a kiss. It wasn't the first and it wasn't the last but both Hermione and Ron would agree it was one of their best.
"They work you too hard," Hermione muttered as Ron grunted to turn round and sit on the blanket with her. White wine, small pumpkin pies and a cake, Hermione went through a lot of trouble this year. But then she had every year.
"I wish I could do more," Ron muttered. Hermione kissed him, gently on the cheek.
"You are wonderful," Hermione whispered. And at that they fell back. It was to be a magnificent night.
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 1
The light flicked off, the door closed and the key locked it. Mr Weasly rubbed his eyes. It was past midnight, way past midnight. He really had to ask his brothers for a break. A weekend off or something. But then again they probably worked harder than he did. They would go down into the lab at 6am sharp and he wouldn't see them until the next morning. The Plaque shined brightly on the door as Ron tapped it.
WEASLY BROTHERS WEEZERS - CLOSED
He sighed. His brothers were rich and famous and he wasn't either. He was just reliable, gullible Ron. King of the dorks, Mr Doormat. He walked to the window. It was a beautiful night. The moon was almost full and all the stars were all visible. Ron smiled.
'Just the perfect night for an anniversary,' Ron decided. 'If Hermione's still up.'
***
"Your late Mr Weasly !" Hermione shouted, seductively and sweet as the young office clerk stepped through the fireplace. Ron smiled. His wife was still up. The basket and blanket had been moved into the house giving the 6 year anniversary a move homely feel. Ron said nothing. He walked forward slowly dropping his jacket inches away from the hat rack and, placing his briefcase in front of the blazing fire, he bent down to meet his wife. They shared a kiss. It wasn't the first and it wasn't the last but both Hermione and Ron would agree it was one of their best.
"They work you too hard," Hermione muttered as Ron grunted to turn round and sit on the blanket with her. White wine, small pumpkin pies and a cake, Hermione went through a lot of trouble this year. But then she had every year.
"I wish I could do more," Ron muttered. Hermione kissed him, gently on the cheek.
"You are wonderful," Hermione whispered. And at that they fell back. It was to be a magnificent night.