My Life With The Wizard: Ron and Hermione One Shots

The Diaper Fiasco

To raise a baby it takes responsibility and being prepared. I knew what I was doing. Ron... well he didn't exactly know what he was getting himself into.

I have had a raging headache for days and she still won't stop crying and won't start sleeping. "Being miserable doesn't stop after pregnancy, they should put that on the brochure. I probably would have taken a deeper look!" I moan as another scream comes from the nursery.

"It's okay Hermione. I'll take this one." Ron says rubbing my back and giving me a quick kiss. As he walked out I laid my head back down onto the pillow. As I feel sleep taking me in I am shaken up again.

"'Mione! I need your help in here!" Ron screams. I want to tear my hair out of my head, but I get up and go to the nursery anyway to see what happened. I walk in to find Ron staring at the opened diaper on Rose. "I - I don't know what to do. I've never done this kind before."

"What are you talking about Ronald?"

"The - you know - poopy diaper. You have always done them."

I groan in anger "Ron if you really didn't want to let me sleep then you should have just let me come in the first place."

"No Hermione, I want you to sleep and I want you to not be so stressed all the time. It kills me when you aren't happy. But, I don't know how to change this bloody diaper."

"Ron, I think that you should try and learn to change it by yourself." I smirk and sit down on the rocking chair.

"Bu - but 'Mione I don't know how." he whines.

"You need to learn to change your daughters diaper, Ronald." I huff and lean back giving him the look.

He didn't retaliate and looked back at the diaper cringing. Then he started looking around the room, for I hope the wipes.

It took him a minute but he did find them and a clean diaper and then went back to cringing at the mess.

He then started to take the diaper out from under her and balanced her legs and the diaper in his hands. "Where do I put it?"

"The waste bin in the corner."

"But her legs.. and the clean diaper..." he said looking around confused again.

"Figure it out." I am starting to feel bad about doing this to him, but I am about to explode from the stress of this one little girl, I need his help.

It was as though a spark shot through his head. He used the same hand as the dirty diaper to slide the clean one under her to give him enough time to throw the dirty one away.

After that he got confused again. He rushed back to her and didn't know what to do now.

"One hint?" He asked looking to me.

I pointed my finger to the plastic tub of wipes he set next to him. He made a face of realization and began to try to get a wipe out out. He couldn't. He pulled his wand out of his pajama pants and pointed at the box. "Alohamora." He said and it opened.

He wiped her down and went back to not knowing what he was doing. I finally gave in. I stood from the chair and got right next to him. I lightly put my hand on his shoulder. "I'll show you."

"But you said - "

"I know what I said but it is too hard to watch you like this." He stepped out of the way but stayed where he could watch.

I had to show him three times before he finally got it. But at least now I know I am not alone anymore.