HAPPY HUMP DAY, BABIES! How are we this fine day? I'm good. I just wanna write for you… So I'm writing. This is basically just a filler chapter, but who said filler chapters have to be boring? Not me, that's who! I'm the queen of filler chapters, so you're in luck! I really want you to like this so… here you are. Now read the chapter! Thank you!

You're Everything

In this crazy life

And in these crazy times

It's you, It's you

You make me sing

You're every line

You're ever word

You're everything

Ron and Hermione kept secrets. Secrets they never told anyone, not even their owl, Gertrude. These weren't terrible secrets, they weren't really secrets at all. These were just things about them and things they do, but they'd never bring it up as any type of conversations ever. Things like, pillow fights, late night muggle karaoke, making forts on snowy nights in the winter and the occasional food fights. They were twenty. They really just like the idea of having a partner or companion around to do childish things. Like a prolonged sleepover in one house, without parents. Just Ron and Hermione Weasley, being Ron and 'Mione, the young adults.

Not only was it funny to let loose, it was hilarious when, on occasion, Molly would bring them treats. It was usually on lazy days like these. Rainy Saturdays. It was their little piece of the past that they liked to keep on with. It was relaxing.

It was Saturday, February 3rd. Ron and Hermione were eating Granola Pancakes for breakfast, and discussing how they'd want to spend their day. It was between the fort and the snowball fight. It was also subconsciously turning into a food fight.

There was a sudden pop sound trailing from the parlor. Startled, Hermione spun around in her chair, as Ron drop his dish in the sink, chipping it slightly.

"Ron? Hermione?" Harry's distressed voice called.

"In the kitchen, Harry!"

"What's up, mate?" Ron asked as Harry entered with a bundle cradled in his left arm.

"James… He's driving Ginny mental. I think it'd be a good day to take her to the park, or to Hogsmeade for an outing or something."

"Harry, as lovely as those plans sound, it's much too cold for James to be outside. He's too little." Hermione began.

"Oh, I know. Would you look after him? Just for a few hours. Please?" He begged.

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.

"We'd be wrong not to." Hermione sighed, smiling.

"I agree. James can stay here." Ron grabbed his nephew. Harry relaxed his position.

Ron had been very much attached to James ever since he'd been born. Whenever James was around, Ron would act like the great grandmother who wanted to hold the baby as much as possible. Hermione thought it was quite adorable of him.

"Thanks so much! You have no idea how greatful we are of you two. I promise, it'll only be a few hours. Just enough time for Ginny to settle down to her normal self." Harry gushed as he backed into the fireplace.

"No problem, mate!" Ron called to him.

"He should sleep the entire…" Harry's voice reduced to nothing as a burst of green flames shot inside the fireplace.

"He's such a good baby…" Hermione stroked James' little hand.

"Yeah… He always sleeps for me." Ron smiled.

At that same moment, a spitting cry spilled through their cottage.

"There goes the snowball fight…" Hermione groaned.

"You think this will be how it will be when we have our first baby? Will we be able to go outside at all?" Ron asked in worry.

"Please, Ron. I'd place a warming charm on our baby. It will play with us. We'll be a family." She ruffled his hair.

Awe! They won't be having babies for a while… So don't start asking. I hope you liked this chapter. It'll be hard to top Monday's or Tuesday's, but it's okay, right?

Oh well! Please review and tell me what you liked, and what you wish to see tomorrow or in future chapters! Love you all! xx