Romione❤️ one-shots

Time passes quickly

Bushy, brown hair covered over half of his pillow, he noted, as Ronald Weasley stared down at his lovely wife as she slept. He couldn't see her deep brown eyes beneath those closed lids, but he new that the next time he did see them, he would lose himself in them; as he had always done ever since she had woken up after her Petrified state in their second year.

He had been scared then, of this odd feeling towards her. During their third year, he had interpreted it wrong, and in his fourth he started to realise what it was. In his fifth year, he treasured the time spent with her during the DA sessions. In his sixth year, he had screwed it all up. Ronald cringed slightly as he thought of the tonsil-tennis games with Lavender Brown.

Then came the time when he would have been in his seventh year of Hogwarts, but he, his loved one, and his best friend were searching for Horcruxes, to defeat the 'Dark Lord'. He had left them, and even though he had gone back, guilty, she had been mad at him. He had been confused. The next thought in his mind was probably the best memory he could ever remember.

Their first kiss. Her first kiss. Hermione Jean Granger, brainiac extraordinaire, had kissed him. She had chosen him for her first kiss, which took him a while to take in. He remembered the look on her face as she ran to him. Love.

And now, they had two beautiful children. Rose and Hugo. Rose had gained Hermione's looks, as well as a love of learning, except that she had her father's eyes. Hugo was the opposite, with flaming red hair and brown eyes.

Ronald sat down on the bed next to his beloved and stroked her hair. He leant down and kissed her cheek. He whispered;

"I love you, Hermione Weasley, more than life itself, and more than there are stars in the sky. You are my special treasure, and I'll never let you go."

He gazed down at his wife, and smiled. "I wonder what you're thinking right now."

"Go away Ron, I need sleep..." said someone, but there was no one else there. Then he realised that Hermione had her eyes open, and they were looking at him. She was also smiling.

"Fine," he mocked, "Then I'll just... HUG YOU!" He did as he said, and enveloped Hermione in a bear hug. His loved one giggled, and leant into his chest as he lay down on the bed. Ron tucked a piece of Hermione's hair behind her ear, and she closed her eyes. He stroked her face.

"Sleep now, my beloved," he whispered, "Sleep now, and rest."

"Why don't you shut up and sleep?"