I love Ron Weasley

And I'm envious of J.K. Rowling's fat mountain of cash

That's all there is to it!

A/N: Oh God! It's been quite a while i know! i was on a roll there for a bit and then BOOM came the schoolwork, but here you are! another chapter!!! and there will be more to come, just be patient with me lol
enjoy!
p.s. Neville and Luna pairings appear!!! i'm totally in love with this cute couple, and boo to J.K for saying that she gets married to some tosser called Rolf grumble So i made him her work partner... AND NOTHING MORE!
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Rose Weasley and The Magical Mishap

It had been a relatively quiet day in the department of magical law enforcement. Hermione Weasley, Head of department (and sometime writer) was at her desk, fiddling with her quill as she struggled to stay on task whilst she went over the new provisions and auror requirements for the up and coming international wizarding conference due to take place in mere months. Usually this sort of thing was reasonably quick to go over, yet Hermione had trouble staying focussed. She had a horrible nagging feeling in the back of her mind that refused to move away.

She sighed and looked fondly at the moving photo on her desk. Ron was struggling to keep hold of a highly animated Rose, while Hugo sat in his mothers lap pounding on a toy dragon which growled every time he did so. As Hermione looked at the picture, very much wishing she was home with her family instead of behind her desk, she felt another strange feeling in the back of her mind.

Merlin, I don't want to pull a Harry she mused.

She was about to finish up her paperwork when a silvery form burst into her office. Hermione, startled by the appearance of a great silver St Bernard, leapt to her feet.

The dog began to speak.

"Mrs Hermione Weasley, this is healer Wright. Please find your way to St Mungo's as soon as possible."

Hermione went pale. She desperately grabbed her handbag and wand up off the desk, leaving everything else in shambles as she raced towards the fireplace.

She arrived a while later in the foyer of St Mungo's, absolutely beside herself with worry. Her black heels clicking hurriedly as she forced her way through the crowded waiting room and up to the Welcome Witch.

"Hermione, Hermione Weasley" She stated. The welcome witch chewed her gum at an annoyingly slow pace.

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"Sorry ma'am, no Hermione Weasley in any wards today."
"No, no, I'M Hermione, I was called here. What's wrong? Who's hurt?" she squeaked, getting more and more nervous with every second passing.

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"OH, righto, I get'ya now" The woman said, idly twirling her hair around a finger and popping her gum.

"Yeah, I've got a Ron Weasley in. they weren't quite sure which ward to put him in, so it might be a bit of a wait."

"IS HE OK? IS HE HURT?" Hermione became slightly hysterical at the news.

"Yes, yes he's fine. They brought him in not even a few minutes ago, just got to get him settled into a ward and then you can go up and see him. Now if you'd like to take a seat…. NEXT!"

Hermione's head was spinning; she slowly started to calm down.

Ok, Ron's hurt. But the healer says he's all right, but how do I know!? Oh Merlin, ok Hermione, calm down.

Hermione took a seat. Unable to bring herself to pick up a copy of witch weekly, she sat looking aimlessly around the room, looking rather out of place in her knee length skirt, heels and silk blouse (she had found that muggle fashions were easier in the workplace than wearing heavy robes all day).

Time was crawling along at the slowest possible pace, but Hermione's head snapped back into reality when she heard a familiar breezy tune being hummed through the crowd. She looked up in time to see a woman with longish dirty blonde hair pulled back into an extremely messy bun, seemingly decorated with sparkly red fruits of some kind.

"Luna!" Hermione cried, and the woman turned round, her large eyes widening and a serene smile appearing on her face.

"Hermione, how good to see you. I hope you didn't catch any Fluttermyths on the way over. I saw they had a shrub outside the building and you know how they're attracted to clumps of foliage…" she trailed off

"Ah no thankfully Luna, how are you? How's the research going?"

Luna smiled
"Oh yes, it's marvellous. My work partner Rolf has really been helping on the tracking of Sphinx crossbreeding in Egypt. Haven't been able to get there myself obviously but I dare say the stuff we're finding is fascinating, nothing compared to a Crumple-Horned Snorkack I must say though…"

"Oh yes, and how are you little missy!" Hermione smiled and bent down, kissing the black haired three year old girl on the cheek.

Alice Longbottom, it appeared, had inherited her father's early shyness, as she blushed furiously and mumbled quietly to Hermione, lifting up a bandaged arm as Luna smiled down dreamily at her.

"Oh dear!" Hermione said, inspecting the girls arm.

"Oh yes, little Alice has yet to learn that when Mummy says not to touch Daddy's special plants, she has good reason, doesn't she darling?" Luna cooed as she lifted her daughter up and held her on her hip.

"She got into the greenhouse while Neville was up at Hogwarts and decided the Gumbaliah Cactus needed a tickle, didn't you sweetheart? She's all better now though, although I did meant to get her checked for a Nargle bite but I must have forgotten. Oh I think I'm getting a little nutty now I've got another one on the way" She beamed, Hermione chuckled.

"Oh that's lovely Luna! Give Neville our congratulations"

"I will, but I'm afraid we must be off. I'm taking Alice to the fourth floor to visit her grandparents while we're here, we even bought them some new butter beer cork jewellery didn't we darling!" she kissed Alice on the head and sailed away, humming a breathy tune.

Hermione sighed as she watched Luna take Alice up to the fourth floor, slumping down in her seat, her worries coming back with full force.

"WEASLEY?" shouted the Welcome Witch. Hermione struggled back to her feet and ran over to the desk.

"Your husband and children are settled in room two on the ground floor, just go right through"

Hermione said a hurried thanks and set of down the hall, her heels clicking with her fast paced strides.

Room two, she took a deep breath and braced herself as she entered the room.

Ron was sitting up in bed, a bandage around his head, with a four year old Rose and a two year old Hugo sitting on his legs, feverishly colouring in a children's copy of Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them.

"You're ok!" Hermione said breathlessly as she rushed in and threw her arms around Ron, who winced with pain.

"Oh yeah I'm fine, no thanks to little miss over here" he said, motioning to his daughter as Hermione fussed over his bandages.

"Guess who decided to show their first signs of magic today…"

Hermione shrieked with glee, bundling up her daughter in a rib crushing embrace, Ron sitting forgotten on the bed.

"Oh my baby girl! What happened?" Hermione swung Rose around, who giggled with glee, beaming as she waited for Ron to speak.

"Well…"

Ron was tired, VERY tired. He had the day off and was spending it running after his kids, which he was absolutely loving. However, one too many games of 'Daddy the Hippogriff' and 'Daddy the Broomstick' were making short work of Ron's seemingly endless source of energy. The solution was food. The kids were used to Ron cooking, as Hermione had proved more than necessary that she was no kitchen goddess.

Ron wearily sat Hugo in his high chair and then placed Rose on her booster seat, and got to work preparing lunch for the little Weasleys.

"So what would you like Rosie?" Ron asked as Hugo happily slopped his own lunch all over himself.

"Ummmmmm, I want a Bertie Botts sandwich!" Rose giggled

"Yeah, but the last time we tried that Mummy came home remember? Not good…"

"Chocolate Froggies?"

"Do you want your Daddy to live till your next birthday darling? Because Mummy won't let that happen if she found out we were eating sweets for lunch! How about some nice sandwiches hey?" Ron smiled and kissed his daughters head. She was frowning, she wanted sweets.

Now what Ron didn't know, was that Rose was already showing her first signs of magic. She had begun to conjure spiders out of thin air in order to get a laugh from watching her father squeal!

So whenever Rose got bored, things were bound to get icky for her poor father.

Ron had his back turned, preparing lunch for Rose. He heard a small giggle and shook his head, reaching for a knife. His hand met the cold of metal, and the warmth, hairiness of something else entirely.

He turned and looked at the knife, saw the giant spider, yelled with fright and fell backwards, whacking his head on the kitchen counter and promptly becoming unconscious. Rose giggled for a while, waiting for her father to get up and squeal again. He didn't. Her laughter began to sound unsure, and she slowly started to cry in fear. Luckily at that moment Grandma Weasley had popped through the fireplace.

"Ron? Ron, where is everyone?" She said as she made her way to the kitchen, gasping as she saw her granddaughter in tears, her grandson covered with food and her youngest son on the floor.

"Aaaaaaand yeah, that's how we got here" Ron finished, as Molly came through the door carrying pumpkin pasties for her grandchildren.

"Oh Hermione, you're here!" She exclaimed, pulling her daughter-in-law into a tight hug.

"Oh Molly, Thank Merlin you came over when you did!" Hermione was speechless.

"Oh pish posh my dear, I can't tell you how many times Arthur got knocked out with our lot dear, no matter" she said as she gave the pastries to her eager grandchildren.

"More importantly, Rosie showed her magic!" Molly beamed, pinching Rose's cheeks.

Hermione and Molly beamed at little Rose, who was stuffing her face in a scarily Ron like fashion, Hugo sat picking apart his food and Ron rubbed his head, a little annoyed that he wasn't getting any attention from his wife or mother.

All of a sudden Harry Potter burst through the door, carrying a two year old Lily.

"Hey! Sorry, I couldn't miss this" Harry laughed as he looked at Ron all bandaged up.

SNAP! Harry laughed again as he took a photo of a scandalised Ron.

"Oh excellent idea Harry, get one of Rose's first magic for the album" Molly smiled affectionately at her son-in-law.

"Oh, yeah I suppose, I was more thinking of the 'Spiders got the best of Ron' album, it seems to be filling up pretty fast thought thanks to my clever little niece here though" Harry ruffled Rose's hair.

"RON!" yelled Hermione, as Ron showed Harry just what he thought of the album with the use of his middle finger.

The children sat, colouring and munching on their pastries as Rose thought of more ways to extort sweets from her loved ones, through the use of spiders.

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