This is dedicated to wazlib88 for not curing me of this ridiculous obsession with bunny-love and thesecondshelf who needed a distraction.

For those concerned with my education, I'm on top of my work so I'm allowed to write this. Promise.

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling framed Roger Rabbit and wrote Harry Potter.

"Hermione," pleaded Ron through gritted teeth, "please don't make me do this."

Hermione calmly turned the page in her book, not even looking at her husband. "A promise is a promise."

"Yeah, but-"

"It's for the kids, Ron." Hearing him whimper a little made Hermione glance at the man, stood at the foot of the bed, as she tried to hide her smirk. "You said if Harry took Christmas, you'd do Easter."

Ron pouted in a way that made him look about Hugo's age before covering his face in his hands. For a split second Hermione considered pitying him, but instead settled on making the situation worse.

"It's not like George will be there," she said soothingly before adding, "for too long."

With a groan, Ron threw himself onto the bed face first and lay there for a whole minute as Hermione watched on, thoroughly amused. It had all started as a joke last summer when Molly and Arthur offered to babysit for their two youngest children and the four happy parents had gone out for a meal. Unfortunately a couple of glasses of wine with dinner to four people who had barely drank in months were not what they remembered them as. They had gone straight to their heads and it wasn't long before they were gathered in the drawing room in Grimmauld Place, giggling like school children and discussing the joys of parenthood.

Hugo was only a few months old at the time and they had started planning out what to get him for Christmas. Ron's idea of a broomstick was shot down immediately, as was Hermione's suggestion of a full set of encyclopaedias. It was then Ginny told the story of something her dad had done on Christmas for her and soon plans were being made and the whole thing snowballed.

That Christmas, Harry had dressed as Father Christmas and given their over-excited children presents before exiting through the chimney. Even hard-to-please James and even-harder-to-trick Rosie had been made up by the whole thing.

And now, on Easter Sunday, it was Ron's turn.

"I look stupid," a muffled voice said from the lump at the end of the bed.

Taking her time saving her page and putting her book down, Hermione finally crawled from under the covers to the broken heap that was the man she loved. She pulled him up by the scruff of the neck so that she could look him in the eye and smiled.

"You look cute," she told him, kissing him on the nose.

"Don't wanna be cute," he grumbled.

"Well, I'm sorry but you are," she chuckled. "Occupational hazard of dressing like the Easter Bunny."

Ron groaned and tried to hide his face again but Hermione stopped him. Instead he settled for glaring at her. She may have found it intimidating if it weren't for him having whiskers and rabbit nose painted on his face and one of his large ears drooping down over his eyes.

"Surely Harry should've had Easter," he whined. "Coming back from the dead is his party piece after all."

"You wanted Easter, you've got Easter," Hermione said, pushing his ear out of his face. "Think of Hugo's face lighting up."

"I'm too busy trying not to think about James pulling my tail," he countered with a grimace.

Unable to hold back any longer, Hermione burst out laughing. The more she tried to stop, the more it kept coming and soon she could barely breathe.

"I'm s-sorry," she wheezed through snorts.

"I want a divorce," Ron deadpanned.

"No you don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do."

Hermione arched an eyebrow. "You think you can find someone else who will still love you dressed like this?"

"Luna."

"Someone who won't think this costume comes with special Aztec healing powers?"

Ron looked thoughtful for a moment before his shoulders slumped in defeat. Hermione hated seeing Ron like this, even over something as silly as a white rabbit costume so leant forward and kissed him.

"You're forgetting one of the things rabbits are famous for," she whispered against his lips.

"Huh?" Ron stared for a moment before the meaning of Hermione's words dawned on him. "Really? In the costume?"

"Ron," Hermione said, planting kisses along his jaw, "I would want you dressed as the Tooth Fairy."

Even though he clearly had no idea who or what the Tooth Fairy was, Ron threw himself at his wife, knocking her onto her back and started kissing every part of her face that he could. Temporarily forgetting the children's party and the egg hunt they were hosting, Hermione let him nibble and suck a trail down her neck as she sighed and closed her eyes. She opened them again when Ron had reached her neckline and, over the top of his head, saw his bum wiggling in the air, sending his pink tail wagging.

She couldn't help it. She started roaring with laughter.

Ron lifted his head and shot her a furious look. With as much dignity as a fully-grown man in a bunny suit could manage, he pulled himself up and headed for the bedroom door.

"You're going to need a solicitor in the morning," he growled as he straightened his ears up again.

"And you're going to need a cuddle and behind your ears tickled," she called after him.

He gave no indication of hearing her other than slamming the door as he left.