Sorry, sorry...I meant to post this earlier, but then got baking a cake instead :/ Anyways - here you go - the next chapter.

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Chapter Nineteen

Before we returned home the following afternoon, Ron had asked if I would mind calling in to see Max and Mildred Bridges. I think he felt a little guilty that he hadn't been back to see them yet, though he had written them a couple of letters.. And with how much I owed them, I couldn't deny the visit. So, I soon found myself sat in the kitchen with Mildred and a cup of tea, whilst Max had dragged Ron out to the barn to see the young calf his favourite cow had delivered two weeks ago.

"Honestly, I've never seen Roland, I mean Ron, so happy," she commented, watching the men out the window as they cross the yard. "Things are going well then?"

I smiled. "They are now," I nodded. "It's been a bit…up and down, you know. He's remembered a lot more, but there's still huge chunks he's missing and that still frustrates him. It was difficult for him meeting his family again, and there were some unpleasant things I had to remind him of that he had a hard time dealing with."

"Oh?" she questioned, setting a jug of cream on the table and sitting opposite me.

"One of his brothers, Fred, he was killed during the battle at Hogwarts." She looked appalled. "I had to tell him about it, and he had to grieve all over again for his lost brother."

"Poor love," she shook her head slowly. "It's got to all be very strange for him. Not easy is it? For either of you?"

I shook my head. "We're getting there and...things seem to be settling down for him. For both of us." I smiled, thinking on the last couple of days.

"So, how are the children?" she brightened.

"Hugo took to him straight away, Rose was a little...hesitant. I think she was confused, bless her. And perhaps angry with him for what she perceived as him leaving her."

"Well, they're only young," she shrugged. "Can't be easy for them to understand."

"Anyway, they both adore having their daddy back home now," I grinned. "And Ron loves being with them. He's such a good dad, spoils them a little too much perhaps, but…I love seeing them together."

"And, the two of you?" she enquired with a conspiratorial smile.

"Like I said, we're getting there, slowly." I smiled, feeling myself blush after the weekend we'd just had. We'd hardly left our hotel room for the last 24 hours. It was like being newlyweds again, or randy teenagers with new found freedom. "I mean, he still doesn't remember everything, especially about us or the relationship we had before. But, I think we're building a new one and if it means I have him back in my life, that's fine." I smiled, stirring my tea.

"That's good," she patted my hand. "Like I said, he looks so happy and in love." She glanced out the window to spot them approaching the kitchen. Mildred poured the men a cup of tea when they joined us at the table. "So, how are those lovely children of yours?" She asked Ron.

His face lit up. "Amazing," he grinned. "They're funny and beautiful and smart and...such a credit to their Mother." He looked at me, pride evident in his smile.

"I didn't create them all by myself Ron," I rolled my eyes.

"No, but...you have had to raise them yourself the last couple of years...and..."

"I had a lot of help. They're all you as well." I protested – both children had some of the best and unfortunately, some of the worst, qualities from the pair of us.

"So, when can we meet the little darlings?" She asked, before we could disagree about this any further.

"Oh, erm. Well, whenever you want." He looked to me.

"Yes," I nodded. "You must come for tea, and I'd love to bring the children to see the animals. Mind you, Hugo will be disappointed you don't have any dragons," I laughed. "Are you connected to the floo network?" I wondered. Travelling with the children outside of the floo network was tricky. They were too young to apparate, and Hugo hated the Knight bus – it usually made him sick. It was bad enough going to see my Mum – often she would pick us up or we'd take the train into Muggle London and get a taxi to their house. I had been considering getting a small car at some point.

"No," Max replied, helping himself to one of the cream cakes on the table. "We have talked about it though, returning to the Wizarding world a bit more that is. We could get the floo set up?" he asked his wife.

"Well, until you do, how about you come to us for tea next weekend? And then when you get connected, we'll bring the children for a visit?" I suggested.

"That sounds lovely." Mildred smiled over at Max who nodded in agreement.

We stayed and chatted for a little while longer, catching each other up on news. Ron telling them how things were going for him and me once again thanking them for taking such good care of him after his accident. And before we headed home, we called in at a Muggle town to buy some gifts for the children.

Once home later that night, with the kids finally in bed and appeased for deserting them for three nights with a couple of small gifts and their favourite food for tea, Ron and I were making our way upstairs to bed.

"Where are you going?" I asked him, as he walked past the door to our room and grabbed the handle of the spare room.

"Bed," he frowned at me, as though I had just asked the most ridiculous question.

"Oh. But…" I stammered. "Well, I suppose I just thought, after this weekend, that you'd, you know, want to sleep in our room again?" I asked, suddenly coming over shy.

"You mean, with you?"

"No, I mean with the bloody owl," I rolled my eyes at him. "Of course I meant with me. Who else do you think sleeps in here?"

"Well, are you sure?" He was still hovering by the door of the spare room as I stood in the open doorway of our room.

I folded my arms and raised one eyebrow, tilting my head to the side as I just gave him an exasperated look.

"Well, I didn't want to assume," he defended himself, throwing his hands in the air.

"I thought after this weekend it was obvious," I rolled my eyes again and headed into our room. To my relief, Ron followed me and closed the door after him.

"Yeah, but," he sighed, just standing there and watching as I began to get ready for bed. Pulling extra cushions off, pulling the sheets down and then finding my nightdress from the chest of drawers.

"But what?" I asked, puling my hair from the braid it had been in all day and running my fingers through it.

"I didn't know if that was just a, you know, a weekend away thing." He was blushing.

"Yes Ron. I can only sleep with you when we're in a hotel room. Heaven forbid we sleep together in the bed we bought together, the sheets we chose together." I shook my head in disbelief and grabbed my nightdress from where I had left it on the bed.

"Oh," he was still standing there awkwardly.

"Do you need an official invite?" I wondered, leaning against the doorway of the en-suite bathroom

"No, but…urgh," he groaned at himself as he scratched his head. "What about the kids?"

"What abut them? As Rose pointed out some weeks ago, most other mummy's and daddy's usually sleep together, and theirs used to as well, this won't be a shock to them. Besides, I want you with me Ron. It's been too long and after this weekend I don't think I can stand to wake up alone again."

Ron smiled and nodded. "I'll, erm...go grab my things then." His smile grew as he ran back to the spare room.

Finally, half an hour later, we crawled under the sheets together and Ron took me in his arms. Lightly kissing my forehead as I snuggled into him.

"You know," he almost whispered in the darkness. "I'm still not sure I remember our relationship from before. I mean, I know we were in love and everything, but important moments, I still don't remember. And I can't remember exactly how I felt about you before. But, I reckon I'm falling in love with you all over again."

A smile grew on my lips as a lone tear rolled down my cheek. "I couldn't dare ask for more," I sniffed. "I have my husband back, and he loves me. I'm a lucky woman." I hugged him tight, my head resting upon his chest.

"I reckon I'm pretty damn lucky," He lifted my chin to meet his lips in a soft, gentle kiss. We smiled at one another, kissed once more and then settled down under the sheets, wrapped in one another's arms. "Night love," he whispered.

"Night sweetheart," I returned, and holding him close I was lulled to sleep by the most reassuring sound of his heartbeat thrumming steadily against my ear.

The next morning arrived with an unwelcome return to reality which was also a working day for me. I'd hoped the honeymoon period we seemed to have conjured could last a little longer, but alas, responsibilities called. The morning also came with a startling revelation for young Rosie.

"Mummy." She stormed into my bedroom rather early, crashing the door open. "Hugo pulled my hair!" she told me, indignantly. "And he said I was dragon p….DADDY'S IN YOUR BED!" She almost shouted when she suddenly noticed him, as though I had no idea and pointed to the sleeping form of Ron beside me.

"Uh huh," I muttered sleepily, rubbing a hand over my face. "I thought you said that daddy's are supposed to sleep with mummy's?" I frowned. I though she'd be happy about this, glad that things at home were becoming normal again.

"Not my daddy!" she scoffed. "Daddy sleeps in his room and that's my spot! What if I have a bad dream?" she asked, accusingly, "and I have to come in your bed. Or when we have snuggles or…"

"There's still room in the middle sweetheart. We can have family snuggles." I suggested.

"But…" Her bottom lip began to wobble as she pondered this new possibility.

"Is that your brother?" I suddenly heard a small cry. "Is he crying?" She just shrugged, totally not concerned about him. "What did you do to him?"

"He pulled my hair!" She repeated, exasperated.

"And…" I waited, knowing that wasn't the end of it.

"And he said I was stinky dragon poo!"

"And what did you do to him?" Because I knew she would have fought back.

"Pushed him off my bed," she mumbled, dropping her head in shame.

"Oh, Rosie," I sighed as I got out of bed, grabbing my robe and going to see to her brother. He was sat on the floor in her room with his back to the door. It seemed he had got over his trauma as he was happily getting his own back, gleefully yanking the hair out of one of her favourite dolls.

"Hugo!" I snapped at him.

He dropped the doll instantly, trying to hide the evidence from me.

"Too late young man, I saw what you were doing."

"Rose hurt me mummy," he pouted then and held out his arm. His elbow had a small red mark on it, but was otherwise perfectly unscathed.

"That doesn't give you permission to vandalise her property." I took the doll from him, hoping I'd be able to fix it with a simple spell later.

"What vandise mean?" he queried.

I smiled at his pronunciation of the word and brushed his curls back from his forehead. "Vandalise. It means to break or ruin something that's not yours. And I heard that you pulled Rose's hair and called her names. That's not nice either, is it?"

"No," he sulked and lowered his head. "Sowwy mummy. My arm hurted." He held it to himself now as though it was broken when a second ago he'd been using it perfectly fine.

"Come here young man," I scooped him up and sat down on Rose's bed to indulge him in a study of his arm. "I think it's okay, it wont fall off anyway." I made him laugh and then kissed his elbow better. "All right now?" I asked him.

He nodded and smiled up at me.

"Come on then," I picked him up, to carry him through to our room. "You are your sister can apologise to each other and then we can all have a little snuggle before Mummy has to go to work.."

Rose was already in our bed when I got back, cuddled up to her dad who was also awake now. Hugo crawled in eagerly when I set him down, giggling at the fact we were all in bed together when I budged everyone up to make room for myself. And, after convincing our children to apologise to each other, we had a few minutes of content family time. At least until Hugo began bounding around the bed, insisting he was a hungry dragon that was going to eat us all if we didn't get his breakfast soon!

"Come in," I called, acknowledging the knock on my office door. I was just getting ready to head home, sorting out a few files on my desk and re-stacking some books on the shelf. Tuesday was still my half day, but as usual I was a little late in leaving. "Ginny," I smiled upon seeing my sister-in-law and closest female friend enter. "What brings you here?"

"The Prophet called a staff meeting," she sighed, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and perching on the end of my desk. "And, since I was in the building, I managed to drag that husband of mine out for lunch," she added.

"Well done!" I smiled. "That's often an impossible task."

"Don't I know it," she sighed.

"I do try and get him to eat lunch at least once a week with me. But it takes some doing, he always claims he's got too much work or something." I stacked the last of my files, shoving a couple into my bag to work on at home and then sat down to give her my full attention. "So, what brings you to visit me?"

"Oh, I just wanted to stop by and thank you for the flowers whilst I was here. They were lovely."

"Wow, you got them already? I only ordered them this morning." I was surprised. "I just, well I wanted to thank you for the suggestion of Ron and I going away. It, was, well..." I blushed as I thought back on our weekend.

"It was a success then?" She giggled, moving from my desk and taking the seat opposite.

"Oh yes," I grinned.

"And things are, you know, working well?"

"Ginny!" I half laughed at her in mortification.

"Sorry. I'm glad though, I mean, you seem really happy with things."

"It was like a little honeymoon." I smiled to myself. "You know, that whole can't get enough of each other phase?"

"Yeah, don't need details!" She held her hand up to stop me going further, with a little chuckle. "Though I do vaguely remember those days," she sighed wistfully to herself. "So, things are back to normal then, yeah?"

I shrugged a shoulder. "I wouldn't exactly say normal. I mean, there's still a lot he doesn't remember or can't understand about the way we were and our life together before he went missing. But, he's alive, I have him back and he loves me. It's a lot more than I ever dared hope for. I guess it's a new normal. And that's good, really good." I smiled, thinking about this morning. "Even if Rosie was a little dismayed to find daddy in bed with me this morning!"

Ginny's eyes widened. "You weren't…"

"Oh, no!" I gasped and hastily waved away her concern. "Of course not, we were both asleep, fully clothed I might add. But, I think she was just a little put out that she thinks he's stolen her spot," I laughed.

"But," Ginny scrunched her nose up. "Wasn't she upset before when he wasn't sleeping in your bed?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "You know my Rosie though, contrary should have been her middle name!"

"Well, she'll just have to get used to it."

"Yes, she will." I agreed, because I was not kicking my husband out of my bed now that he was back in it for anyone!

"Honestly, this weekend seems to have done you a world of good. You look so happy and content now. And you deserve it after what you've been through. I can't imagine if it had been Harry." She faded off as she inhaled deeply. "Mind you, I think it would do Harry and I some good to have a weekend alone. Maybe I can convince him," she considered the possibility.

"You two okay?" I wondered.

"Oh, we're fine," she flapped her hand in the air. "Harry's just stressed with work, you now how he gets – thinks he has to do everything alone. So, he's been getting home late most nights and after I've been home with the kids all day, we clash a bit. We could do with some time alone."

"Well, it's his birthday in a few weeks. Maybe you could plan a weekend away for that?" I suggested.

She smiled. "That's a good idea. I'd love to have him to myself all weekend and not have to listen to him go on about work and the incompetent staff he's been left to work with. I really think he misses having Ron by his side on the job. Not that he'll admit to that." She rolled her eyes.

"That's understandable. I mean, they've always been there for each other, had each others back since they were kids. I don't know if Ron could return to the job though, or even if he'd want to. It wouldn't be easy for him or practical with the state of his memory right now. But then I'm not sure what his long term plans are or even if he's thought about it. It's not something we've talked about yet."

"Mmm, yeah." She agreed and distractedly fiddled with the ink bottle on my table, straightening it up so as it was beside my quill stand. And then toyed with my name plate on the desk, flipping it over.

"Well," I began, picking up my bag, letting her know I intended to leave. I'd promised Ron I'd be home for a late lunch and he'd have it all ready by now – he'd wanted to make me something special he'd said as I left this morning.

Ginny hadn't moved from her chair when I got up. She was picking at her nails and then fiddling with the ends of a strand of hair, studying it closely for split ends or something. She seemed a little agitated and almost edgy – it was the first time I'd noticed.

"Ginny," I set my bag back down and pulling a chair over to sit next to her. "Is anything wrong?"

"Hmm?" She looked up at me.

"Did you come see me for any other reason?" I suddenly wondered. It would have been just as easy for her to pop over to our house to thank me for the flowers as it was popping into my office.

She looked up at me and inhaled deeply, and I knew there was something on her mind.

"What is it?" I asked, taking her hand. "Are you and Harry really having problems?" Maybe she'd wanted to talk about her relationship, maybe things weren't going well and I'd just swept her confessions aside, trusting she was being honest it was just work related.

"No, we're fine. Honestly." She forced a smile when she saw I doubted her. "But erm, yeah, you're right. There is something else."

"What?" I was worried now.

"It's just…there have been whispers going around the office. At the Prophet I mean, about erm, about...Ron. People swearing that he's returned." She finally confessed, not looking me in the eye as she retied the ribbon on her shirt.

"What?"

"It's just, someone from staff recognised him at that Quidditch match and word got around, not that everyone believes him – they reckon he had a bit too much to drink before the match. But, you know, whispers are starting. People wondering what if it was really him, where he'd have been and why and everything. They tried asking me about him and I didn't know what to say. I mean, you know how rumours start and how dumb they can be. So I've just been telling them to mind their own business. But, I wouldn't be surprised if something is reported soon. Someone's going to mention something, and I just wanted to give you the heads up."

"Great," I sank back into my chair, defeated. Just when things were settling down for Ron and I, when we had some semblance of a normal life back, we were likely to get caught up in some newspaper scandal. "What kind of things are they saying?"

"Nothing much yet," she shrugged. "It's all just theories. But I have heard a couple of suggestions of him having run off with someone else or that he'd been in hiding from some Death Eaters. And erm, someone claimed they knew for a fact you'd thrown him out and had never believed he had died in action. Just, someone is going to pick up on the gossip soon and something will get printed – you three are still big news in our world, you'll always be heroes to them."

"I know, but," I groaned. "Why can't they just leave this, leave us, alone?" I rubbed my temples, irritated now. I had been looking forward to going home for a relaxing afternoon with my family, now I was on edge.

"I just wanted to warn you." She muttered, looking guilty knowing I was upset now.

"Thanks, I do appreciate it." I nodded. "Listen, don't say anything to Ron about this, okay? I don't want him stressing over it all. Especially as it might come to nothing. It's been hard enough for him to return to his own family. Returning to the entire Wizarding population is something else entirely, he's not ready for that."

"Agreed. But, I don't think you can stop the rumours spreading and it's only a matter of time before this hits the press."

"Well, we'll deal with it, somehow, whenever it hits the fan. Hopefully they'll get bored with this soon and someone else will cause a scandal to put them off." I hoped.

"We can only hope," she smiled at me. "But I'll keep an ear out okay, let you know if anything develops with it."

"Thank you. And, thanks for the warning." I sighed. "Anyway, I'd best be getting home now, Ron will have lunch ready and he'll start worrying."

"Okay, I'll let you get home. Tell Ron I might pop in tomorrow and see him."

"I shall. He'd enjoy that, I know he loves being with the kids, but I'm sure he'd appreciate some adult conversation too. And let me know if you want the details for that hotel we stayed in, it was lovely."

"That'd be great." She followed me out of the office and towards the lifts, heading for the floo point in the main atrium before both returning to our respective homes.

Ron was patiently waiting for me in the kitchen when I finally made it home. "Sorry I'm late," I rushed into the kitchen, dumping my bag and cloak on the sofa on my way. I greeted Ron with a kiss and caught sight of Rose and Hugo share a look and then giggle about it out of the corner of my eye. "Ginny popped in to see me and we got chatting." I explained, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table.

"We maded lunch mummy," Hugo told me as I kissed both of the children on top of their heads.

"It smells delicious," I smiled and kissed the top of his head as I ruffled his soft red curls.

"Is everything okay?" Ron wondered, bringing a large dish to the table. "You look a little anxious."

"Fine," I fixed a smile on my face and brushed my hair out of my eyes as I took my seat. "Ginny was just saying that she and Harry could use some time alone. Was thinking about booking them a weekend in that hotel for Harry's birthday?" I quickly made up to hide what was really on my mind, but then realised that was actually a great idea.

"Sounds good." He smiled, sitting beside me and lacing his fingers through mine.

"I'll sort it out then." I nodded and grinned back at him. "So, what did you make us for lunch?"

Ron lifted the foil off the oval dish he'd brought to the table with a certain amount of flair, presenting a steaming, golden shepherds pie.

"Ooh, yum!" I grinned and we all dug in eagerly.

A few blissful, carefree days followed. Days in which we all revelled in being a proper family again. The children giggled whenever they caught mummy and daddy kissing, but I knew they must have been happy about it as well. The fact that their Mum and Dad were content seemed to make them feel more secure in return and I realised, not for the first time, just how much these last couple of years had affected them and how much they'd missed having a daddy. I don't think I'd ever stop being thankful that he was home, safe and sound. Or ever take his presence for granted again.

Mildred and Max came over for tea on Saturday afternoon as arranged and the children had instantly won them over with their charm – something they got from the Weasley side of the family.

"They're such a delight," Mildred told me whilst helping in the kitchen. The men and the children were outside, where we had been eating. "I'd recognise them as Ron's children anywhere with that gorgeous hair." She laughed watching them out of the window. "Rosie is beautiful and seems so grown up, she reminds me so much of you. And little Hugo, he's going to be a heart breaker." She added.

"Thank you." I smiled proudly. As a mother, I always thought my children were beautiful and perfect, but then I was biased. It was nice to hear someone outside the family praise them. Oh, they had their moments when they tested my patience and they certainly weren't perfect when they were fighting or screaming at three in the morning. But, as far as children go, I knew our pair were pretty well behaved.

Hugo and Rose sat in enchanted silence, listening to Max tell tales about their father working on the farm, feeding the cows and driving a tractor. Hugo, having seen tractors on the roads in the village we lived just outside of, became enthralled by that.

"Can I drive a tractor daddy? Can I?" He bounced excitedly in his seat.

"Maybe one day, son." Ron tussled his hair.

"Perhaps we could visit Mr and Mrs Bridges at the farm one day and you could sit on it with daddy?" I suggested, looking to Max for permission.

"Yes, that's an idea. We've already put in a request to the Ministry to have our floo connected. But, they apparently insist on a home inspection now. So, we're waiting on that."

I nodded. "Security was tightened after the war and everything that happened. They probably want to make sure Muggles wouldn't bear witness to it or anything as well." I explained.

"Well, as soon as it's all sorted, we'll let you know and we'd love to have you all visit us."

"Yay!" Hugo clapped his hands, sidling up to his new friend, Max.

"And can I feed the cows?" Rose asked, eyes wide.

"Of course you can sweetheart." Mildred promised her. Rose's smile lit up her entire face. It seemed they loved Max and Mildred as much as I did, grateful for making their daddy better and glad to have the older couple in our lives. I knew they would always be a part of our family from now on.

Ever since Rose had found Ron in bed with me last Tuesday morning after our weekend away, she had come to terms with it and now seemed to have made it her personal duty to check early each and every morning he was still there. Whilst this was endearing in some ways, it was also played havoc with our occasional night-time activities in the bedroom. Having to remember to put clothes back on before we slept was something of a chore.

Until the Sunday morning when we were enjoying a little fun under the sheets together and had forgotten.

"Morning day mummy!" Hugo called, as both Ron and I froze. It seemed Rose had come with back up this morning.

"We hungry!" She announced, tugging on the sheets to join us on the bed.

"Hang on sweetheart," I rolled over, careful to keep myself covered. Ron rolled onto his front with a soft grunt, having something else to hide.

"Me come up!" Hugo announced, beginning to climb onto the bottom of the bed.

"Erm…can you. Can you go check if Beau has any post first?" I asked hurriedly, thinking up an excuse to give us a few minutes for Ron and I to fling some clothing on.

Hugo crawled off, about to head downstairs obediently.

"Beau's sleeping in my room," Rose shook her head. "He's not been for any post." She told me.

"Oh, well." I tried to think of something else whilst adjusting the sheets just as Rose was about to climb onto the bed.

"Mummy!" She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand in shock. "You... you got no clothes on!" She whispered loudly. Hugo giggled and wanted to see too, tugging at the sheets.

"Hugo, stop it." I warned him.

"Daddy see your bum!" He giggled loudly. "Daddy bum too?" He wondered, asking if he was naked as well, rushing around to Ron's side of the bed.

"Rose, Hugo!" I spoke firmly, getting their attention. "Go back to your rooms and give Mummy and Daddy five minutes, okay?"

They both whined at us, complaining bitterly.

"Five minutes!" I repeated, using my voice where they knew I meant business.

Rose huffed and sulkily left our room, Hugo, still giggling, followed after her. I knew Rose was cross when she slammed the door behind them.

Ron giggled beside me, just as bad as his son, as he rolled over. "That was close," he muttered, kissing my temple.

"Stop it, we have to get dressed," I told him, scurrying out of bed and hurriedly began pulling clothes out of drawers.

Ron hadn't moved, just rolled onto his back and folded his arms behind his head. "Well, that's going to make things a little awkward." He muttered.

"We'll have to be more careful. And, put a stop to this."

"What?" He managed to choke out as he sprang up in the bed. "Stop having sex?" He looked at me with wide, anxious eyes. Quite a transformation from someone who'd panicked about me merely touching him just over a week ago, to someone who was afraid the intimacy would have to stop.

"No, not everything. Just, the early morning...romps." I hissed whilst pulling some of his clothes out now.

"But that's no fun." he pouted. "Nothing like an early Sunday morning shag. How did we deal with it before?" He lay back down, on his side, propped up on his elbow, watching me.

"Before it wasn't a problem. Hugo was just a baby and Rose was much younger than she is now. She'd usually just stay in her room and yell for us to come get her instead." I sighed, sitting down on the bed to pull on a pair of knickers. "Ron, move it!" I nudged his foot, now slipping my arms into bra straps. I stood and fastened it with a snap.

"Well, I don't think we need to stop having fun just because of that. Can't we talk to them? Explain mummy and daddy need some privacy or something."

I sighed, defeated as I tossed him some clothes. Truth be told, I didn't want to stop our fun either. Hell, I'd been without it for so long, it seemed almost wrong to deny myself, ourselves, that kind of adult fun. "Okay, we'll talk to them about it. Maybe tell them they need to knock if our door is closed?" I suggested.

"Great!" He grinned a smug little grin, having won the battle for early morning romps, before grabbing the T-shirt I had thrown him and pulled it over his head, further messing up his already dishevelled ginger locks.

"Ginny, could you go wake your father? He's fallen asleep in his chair again." Molly requested as she summoned the last pot to the table for Sunday lunch. The rest of the family all took their seats as she went to find Arthur.

"Daddy sleeped in Mummy's bed!" Rose found it necessary to inform everyone as she reached for her juice.

"That's nice," Molly smiled at her granddaughter and then beamed at myself and Ron. I doubt she'd ever dared envision a time when she'd have her youngest son present at the family Sunday lunch again.

Rose shared a grin with her brother. "And they do kiss, lots!" She added, giggling with Hugo about it.

"Rosie," I warned her, reaching over to help Hugo cut his chicken. I could see the tips of Ron's ears turning pink already.

"Yeah, and Mummy got nudid bum!" Hugo felt the need to add to the conversation.

"That's enough talking now." Molly smiled at him and patted his head. "You eat your dinner." She told him, cleverly diffusing the conversation without giving him attention for what he'd said.

"Nah, this is just getting good," George grinned from across the table.

"For goodness sake, don't encourage them!" Molly warned him.

"Encourage who about what?" Arthur sat down at the table whilst Ginny took her place beside Harry.

"Mummy's nudid bum!" Hugo laughed loudly.

"Hugo! Enough!" I warned him.

Arthur looked confused, looking around the family for clarification of where this conversation was going, so he made the mistake of asking the children what they meant, when we'd all, besides George, been trying to ignore them in hopes they'd stop.

"Mummy had nakered bum in bed this morning." Rose giggled, mispronouncing a word she'd obviously heard someone else use.

"And daddy!" Hugo added, though he'd had no proof about that, he just thought it was funny.

"Really?" George grinned again, rubbing his hands together. No doubt he thought he was about to get some perfect ammunition for teasing his little brother.

Arthur stared at both children perplexed, whilst Molly looked horrified. "What on earth were you doing?" She gasped, obviously scandalised as to what we might have subjected the children to.

"Really Mum? You had seven children, I think you can figure it out." George scoffed, whilst Angelina nudged him sharply with her elbow.

"George!" She snapped.

"No! It wasn't like that, I mean, we weren't…well, we,." I stumbled over my words in my embarrassment. George obviously found this hilarious.

"That weekend away must have done some good then," he winked at us. Ron's face was an amusing shade of pink now.

"Shut up!" he muttered.

"Yes, that's quite enough of that!" Molly agreed.

"Daddy got a willy!" Freddie suddenly announced to the surprised family. All of the children, as well as a few slightly less mature adults, burst into fits of giggles.

It was some time after that before everyone settled down again and Molly had control over the meal once more. But, at least the attention had been taken from Ron and myself. It would seem George may just have been caught in a similar compromising situation that he wasn't so keen to laugh about or appreciate the humiliating attention for.

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