AUTHOR'S NOTE: You guys, I'm disappointed. I got not one review for the last chapter. Was it really that bad? I don't expect 10 reviews for every chapter (although it would be nice), I just want to know who's responding and who's not.

Anyway, since that's not a huge deal, I should get on with the real author's note. This chapter is going to be short, for I have been at a loss for ideas for chapter plots. Again, if you have any ideas at all, I'd love to know. Ideas and reviews are very much appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: If I were J.K Rowling, why would I be sitting perched atop my bed, with my refurbished laptop on my lap, at a loss for story plots?

Wounded

Ron padded over to his daughter's room to relieve her from her current attention tantrum. It was six a.m and she was upset.

"Rosey, what's wrong?" he gazed at her from outside the crib. "Daddy's here."

Rose sneezed and more sparkles appeared, which made Ron smile and lightened the mood.

"I see you've had an accident in your pajamas?"

He set Rose down on the table and pulled his wand from his shirt pocket.

As soon as she was clean, he began to button her clothes up when suddenly

WHAM!

"Rose? What the bloody hell was that for?" Ron cried.

Rose had just kicked him straight in the eye. It was going to bruise.

At eleven the next morning, Hermione entered the kitchen to find Rose sitting giddily in her seat, as Ron cleaned her breakfast dishes.

"It's eleven? What time did you two wake up?" Hermione yawned.

"Rosey woke me up at six," said Ron. "She also gave me this." He turned around to reveal a purple cloud around his eye.

Doubled over with her hand covering her mouth, Hermione looked to Rose.

"What did you do, Missy?" at this Rose simply giggled.

Hermione got out the muggle picture device.

"Wha- Oh no! Hermione, what in Merlin's name are you- don't take a photograph!" Ron yelled.

"Wait 'til Harry and George get a load o' this!" She laughed.

Two days later, as the pair were visiting Harry and Ginny's to meet their newest little Potter, Albus Severus, Hermione was keen passing the moving photo of Ron screaming, covering his eye, and bumping into an open cubbord.

"This is Gold, Hermione!" George sputtered. "I knew you would be of some us as a sister!"

Ron, sitting in the corner, secretly smiled at what an idiot he looked like in the photo. He didn't care. He had Hermione and Rose and he needed no more.

Cute, huh? And funny, too.

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Keep that Birdhouse in your Soul

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