Untitled
Author's Note: Originally published on October 30, 2008
I could hear my wife's laughter emanating out of the living room as I made my way over to the sofa. I sat down and planted a kiss on Hermione's cheek, causing her to blush prettily.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, we were just discussing some costume ideas." Ginny replied, hiding her grin.
"Right, the big Halloween event. Are you sure you want to go through with this, love?" I asked Hermione, who had come up with the idea to host a Muggle-style Halloween party in our new home.
"Of course Ron, you know how significant this date is to me. It brought us all together for the first time."
I thought back to the troll incident; my world changed forever that night.
"It brought you into my life." I said sincerely and caught her lips in a passionate kiss.
Ginny made some annoyingly loud retching noises, causing us to stop. I glared at her and she rolled her eyes.
"What? I never say anything when you're snogging Harry."
They turned to me incredulously. "Yes you do!"
I desperately tried to change the subject to avoid their combined wrath. I still had hex marks from the last time they were both hacked off at me. "Um, honey, why do Muggles dress up in costumes again?"
As she started her explanation of barmy Muggle traditions, I pondered the costume I had readied for the occasion.
Ginny caught my eye and looked at me questioningly. "What are you dressing up as?"
"My childhood hero," I stated proudly.
She smirked, then tried to put on her most innocent expression. "You're going as Viktor Krum?"
I could feel Hermione shaking with silent laughter next to me, and I could feel my own ears burning.
"If you must know, I'm going as Martin Miggs," I said pointedly to my sister and whispered under my breath, "not some Bulgarian git."
The two of them looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Ok, smarty-pants, what are you dressing up as?" I asked Hermione.
She gave Ginny a conspiratorial glance. "Sorry dear, it's a secret."
"But..."
"Sweetheart, the guests will be arriving soon, you're going to have to come down."
"Close your eyes."
I heard soft footsteps tiptoe down the stairs.
"You can open them now."
She had her back towards me; the word 'Weasley' stretched across her shoulders. My jaw dropped as she turned around. "Merlin! You look brilliant!"
She smiled at me timidly. "I borrowed the equipment from Ginny and the robes...well... from you."
"But I haven't had my own Quidditch robes since sixth year."
"I nicked them before Bill's wedding. I wanted something to remind me of you." She shyly met my eyes and I could see nothing but love. She looked absolutely adorable.
"Do you know how much I love you right now?" I said in awe, then I flashed her a grin. "You're the sexiest Quidditch player I've seen since..."
"Since who?" She cut me off sharply.
"Since me, of course."
"Prat."