After 10 minutes spent comforting their children, Hermione it out an exasperated sigh, "Listen to me! Ron didn't try to kill me. He and Harry didn't realize that I was still in the bathroom. It was an accident!"

Ron grinned and their children stopped crying in seconds. "Well what happened after that?" Rose asked impatiently, "Obviously mum didn't die."

Hermione nodded. "You're quite right dear, I didn't. After Ron and Harry locked me in the lavatory with the troll, they heard me scream, and came rushing in to save me."

"Yeah, and we saw her hiding in a stall with the troll standing over her, his club raised high above his head, ready to strike." Ron recalled, "Harry and I tried to stop it by throwing bits of broken, err, bathroom at it, and we finally got its attention by yelling at it. Then Harry, being the nutter that he was, jumped on the great brute's back and shoved his wand up its nose. Naturally, the troll didn't like that at all, so he got ready to smash Harry with his club, and that's when…"

Hermione cut in, "That's when Ron became a true hero, and when I decided to become his friend. He saved both Harry and me by levitating the troll's club and dropping it down on the beast's head, and knocking it out."

Rose, Hughey and Ron looked at her with amazement. Ron, who was still trying to process the fact that Hermione had called him a "true hero" asked, "Really?" Hermione nodded, "Really."

Ron puffed out his chest and said, "Yes children, I was a hero, and from then on your mum, Harry and I were inseparable. Right Mione?"

"No Ron, actually we fought a great deal. Especially in third year."

"We did? What happened in third year? It wasn't SPEW was it?"

Hermione shook her head vigorously.

"No? No wait, it was the whole Yule ball thing wasn't it."

Hermione looked exasperated, annoyed and amused all at the same time when she said, "No Ron! That was fourth year! Third year we were fighting because I bought Crookshanks, and you blamed him for eating your rat. Also you and Harry were upset that I had gone and gotten some broomstick of his confiscated."

"It was a FIREBOLT Hermione! I remember that! You went and sent the best broomstick anyone could ever have to McGonagall, and right before a major Quidditch match too. You can't honestly blame Harry and me for getting bloody angry!"

"RON! Mind your language! For goodness sakes, it was just a broomstick."

"Mommy?" came a meek little voice from Ron's arms, "Is the story over?"

Hermione smiled at her little son who was now trying to place his entire fist in his mouth, with no success. "Of course it isn't Hughey. After we became friends, we had many exiting adventures. We battled dragons, giant spiders, three headed dogs, inferi, basalisks, dementors, death eaters, and each other."

Rose grinned, "Will I do that kind of stuff when I go to Hogwarts?" Ron laughed, and started to say, "Probabl…" But Hermione interrupted him by giving him a stern look and saying, "No dear, you will be smarter than we were and you will stay safe when you are at Hogwarts. So, which adventure would you like to hear about?"

"How you fell in love!" Rose shouted.

Hermione, who was feeling rather scandalized asked, "Where on Earth did you get an idea like that?"

Rose grinned sheepishly, "I sort of read one of the books you keep in your room, you know, the ones you said I shouldn't read, and well, I sort of read about what love is."

Hermione closed her eyes. What had her innocent little girl read? "What book was it, dear?"

" A Midsummer Night's Dream, abridged and revised edition"

Breathing a sigh of relief, Hermione said, "Oh, good. So you learned that love is when people care about each other very much?"

"Yup."

"Good, then I suppose Ron and I can tell you about…"

THUNK, "WAAAAAHHHHH, MOMMY, DADDY! AAAAHHH!"

Ron and Hermione and Rose raced into the kitchen to find Hughey sitting on the white tiled floor beside a red bunched up piece of fabric, and wailing his heart out. Clearly, he had left the family room, and tried to climb the kitchen table by holding on to the scarlet table cloth, and then the table cloth had slipped off of the table with him still clinging to it.

Ron kneeled down beside his bawling son and said, "Hughey. What did you promise me yesterday?"

"Hughey pwomised that… I fowgot."

Ron took Hughey in his arms and said, "You promised me that you would be a brave warrior, and I said that if you did, I would get you a proper broomstick, remember? Well, do you think that brave warriors cry?"

Hughey, still sniffling, shook his curly brown head.

"Well then, are you going to keep on crying?"

Hughey wiped his little blue eyes, and said, "No"

Ron grinned, picked up his now calm son, and the entire family walked back to the family room to hear the story of how Ron and Hermione fell in love.

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