A/N — written for HH drabble with the prompt princess.
"You did agree to this," Hermione reminded him. Ron nodded slowly, looking around the room in shock. He wasn't the tidiest person out there, but this was ridiculous.
All the cushions had been pulled from the sofa, and lots of brightly coloured, loud objects littered the carpet.
"Go play with your nieces." Hermione nudged him in the direction of Victoire and Dominique — and how could two little girls create such a large mess? "You'll be sad when they're gone."
Victoire comes at him, armed with only a tiara and a smile, and said: "We're playing princesses, Uncle Ron."
Ron has never been more terrified.