Romione❤️ one-shots

Morning

Ronald Weasley loved his life. He had a loving family; wonderful friends and he had finally got the girl after seven years of trying.

Not even the unusually grey Monday morning that he woke up to could dampen his mood. Turning over, he came in contact with a mane of unusually bushy brown curls. Hermione Weasley lay next to him in a deep sleep with her mouth slightly open and one of her long arms thrown above her head. Ron smiled to himself and watched her sleep for a few minutes not quite believing that she had agreed to marry him nine years ago. He could still picture her gliding down the aisle at the Burrow. Her ivory dress had clung to her body in all the right places and her mane of long curls had been tamed into smooth waves. He was never quite sure if she was a dream or not.

Feeling his stomach protest for food, Ron padded downstairs to forage for something to eat.

Whilst he was walking down the stairs, he stopped to observe all of the photos that hung on the wall. He saw the first photo of himself, Hermione and Harry smiling and waving at him, his parents with their arms wrapped around each other, all seven Weasley children grinning with Fred and George pulling funny faces, Ginny and Harry getting married at Hogwarts, Moony, Padfoot and Prongs in their school days sat by the lake and finally his favourite picture.

Ron put his hand out to touch the photo of himself, Hermione and their children, Hugo and Rose. Both children had inherited his red hair but they both had Hermione's brown loving eyes. Chuckling to himself as the photographic Rose stuck her tongue out at him, he continued towards the kitchen.

Once he had sat down with his morning cup of tea and the Daily Prophet, Ron heard footsteps coming towards him. Hermione appeared at the door, smirking at him.

"If you frown any further, you're going to get wrinkles"

Ron chuckled at her remark. "I'm getting wrinkled already Mione. Blimey, we're getting old"

Hermione drifted over to her husband and put her arm around his muscular shoulders. Ron's job as an Auror and the Quidditch practice from all those years ago had been very favourable towards his body (something Hermione was very grateful of).

"We're as young as we feel, love."

Ron considered this for a moment and agreed with her. He had never felt like an adult but knew that he was one. He still felt 17 and invincible when he was on missions. He concluded that having young children and nieces and nephews kept them both young as they were usually running around after a Weasley or Potter child.

Ron pushed his chair back from the table and Hermione promptly sat on his lap and gave him a peck on the lips before settling her head on his shoulder. Her hair tickled Ron's nose. She had never quite managed to get her hair to completely settle but Ron never complained.

"Your hair is beautiful, love"

"Come on Ron. It's huge! It should have it's own postcode"

"I love it. And you obviously"

Hermione blushed and looked up. It still amazed her that Ron made her head spin after all these years.

"And I love you too Ron."

"You know what else I love? I love that Chudley Cannons t-shirt of mine you've stolen out of my drawer. I must say it does show off your legs quite nicely."

Hermione was almost purple by this point.

"Well, I can think of another place it would look nice too Ronald" she smiled suggestively

Ron moved in to kiss her properly. He was inching towards her when – BANG!

Both adults groaned in annoyance and headed upstairs to find the source of the noise, determined to continue where they had left off whilst basking in the silence of their small kitchen.