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Ron Weasley sat back in his chair with a groan. His shift at Auror Headquarters had left him drained, and on top of that, he still had a ton of paperwork he needed to finish by next morning. Perhaps if he could get just a few minutes of rest and a snack, he'd gain the energy he needed for such a daunting task.

Of course, rest at home had been quite hard to come by for the last year and three months; thankfully, Rose was playing quietly in her playpen at the moment. The little girl was wearing a bright orange onesie; her father had picked said color in hopes that she might grow up to be a Chudley Cannons fan like he was. Hermione had told him on no uncertain terms that "orange just isn't her color!" but of course Ron hadn't listened. Fortunately, Rose seemed to like it.

"Oi, 'Mione," said Ron. "Chuck me a Frog, will you?"

Hermione, who'd had her nose buried in the Daily Prophet, looked up at her husband and frowned. "Really, Ron? You're going to spoil your dinner, and have you even stopped to consider who's in the room with us - ?" She was interrupted by a small voice.

"Daddy, Daddy! Fwoggy! Wan' fwoggy!"

Hermione sighed. "Now you've done it."

Rose was standing up, clutching the rim of the playpen and looking hopefully at Ron. At fifteen months old, she had curly reddish-brown hair, and she had inherited Ron's blue eyes.

Ron immediately reached into the bowl of Chocolate Frogs on the coffee table, unwrapped one, and handed it to Rose. "Here you go, Rosie Posie." The little girl ate it happily.

"More!"

"You sure you want another one? All right then."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed with a glare. "Stop spoiling her!"

"What?! I only gave her two Frogs!"

"Look, if you keep feeding her all that chocolate she's going to gain so much weight she won't fit into her clothes anymore!"

"'Mione, I've eaten loads more chocolate than she has and I've never gotten fat! And anyway, have you never heard of something called...oh, what was it...baby fat?"

"Either way, we can't have her gorging herself on sweets all day. And sooner or later you're going to have to tell her no, especially when she gets older."

"More! More!" Rose squealed, motioning with her little hand. Ron was about to hand her yet another Frog when Hermione reached out a hand to stop him. "That's enough sweets for you today, Rosie."

Rose's lip began to quiver; Hermione quickly scooped her out of her pen and sat back down with the infant in her lap, then picked up a Chocolate Frog card. "See this man? This is Albus Dumbledore."

"Hermione, she's just a baby! She's not gonna understand - !"

"Shhh! Rosie, this man is called Albus Dumbledore."

"Dum-doh?" repeated Rose.

"That's right. He was the greatest headmaster who ever lived." Just as Hermione put the card back on the table, Rose's eyes fell on another card, and she squealed and pointed excitedly. Hermione followed her gaze and saw Harry Potter's face peering up at them.

"Yes, Rosie, that's Uncle Harry! He saved the wizarding world not long before you were born. Maybe when you're older I can tell you the full story."

Later that evening, while Ron was busy with his paperwork, Hermione leaned back on the sofa and massaged her swollen belly. I hope our second child doesn't turn out to be addicted to sweets like Ron and Rose, she thought.

A/N: Short chapter, I know. Hopefully the next one will be longer.

Also, I like to think of Hermione as the kind of mom who likes to see her kids happy but doesn't like the idea of overindulging them.