Thanks for the lovely reviews on my last quote/one-shot everyone! This time I've decided to make things a little happier - we've had far too much agnst in these things lately!

I'm sorry my updates on this have been a little slower than usual, I've been busy working on my post DH R/Hr centric story From Battle to Eternity, so I'm trying to build time between the two!

I'm dedicating this one-shot to readholic for suggesting the quote, I hope you like what I've done with it! :)

"Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her ink pot, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet."

- Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

Hermione sat at the top of her garden, a light smile on her lips as she watched the way the last of the sunlight flickered across the trees and plants which lined the grass. It had been almost 10 years since the final battle, 4 years since she and Ron had become husband and wife… And 9 months since she had become pregnant.

Stroking the rounded bump on her front her smile only grew wider, many witches chose to conceal their bumps using a simple charm, for comfort more than anything. Hermione, however, was fiercely against this. She supposed it was her muggle roots, the bump on her front was something she was proud of. It was a sign of everything they'd faced, everything they'd overcome to get to here, to live a life like this. Wincing slightly as she felt a kick the curly haired witch patted her stomach lovingly, soothing the kicks to a stop. Her gaze carried out across to the garden once again, imagining every scene she could, imagining what the future would hold. She imagined watching their child play on the grass, taking its first steps out across the lawn, learning to fly its first broom… Family parties and barbeques in the summer… (She'd introduced the Weasleys to the muggle concept of a barbeque some time ago, "Extraordinary, and such fun!" Mr Weasley had enthusiastically told her). Parties the Weasley's had often thrown in the Burrow had been lovely, Bill and Fleur's wedding had been beautiful… Her heart gave a quiver of excitement, dare she even dream of watching her son or daughter marry? Having children of their own? Before her thoughts could take her any further, a familiar sound jumped her from her thoughts.

"Hello Ron" She said, the smile on her lips audible as she spoke.

"I was trying to surprise you!" Her husband moaned in disappointment, just as childish as he had ever been, but that was something she loved about him.

"I heard your footsteps" She told him with a cheeky grin as he sat himself down on the bench beside her. He leant across and gently kissed her one the cheek, a simple action which could still, in the right circumstance, reduce Hermione to the blushing fool she would have once become.

After only a moment Hermione noticed a small brown paper package in Ron's hands. "What's that?" She asked, giving the wrapped parcel a careful glance – it wouldn't be unlike Ron to bring his and George's latest invention home to test on her – despite her stern instructions never to use a Wizard's Wheeze product on her again. She knew Ron would miss his job when he left, but his dream had always been to become an Auror with Harry and now the position was available it was too good to miss.

With a chuckle Ron shook his head, almost as if he was reading his wife's mind. "It's not what you think it is, no new wheeze's today!" He protested, placing the parcel on his lap and holding his hands up in mock surrender, his expression innocently suggesting he was disgusted she would accuse him of such a thing. "I don't know where you would ever get those kind of ideas!"

With a laugh of her own, Hermione shook her head. "I'm sure you don't" she replied playfully, Ron's ever lasting youth and joy was one of the things she loved about her husband, a quality she knew their child would love too. "But what is it?" She pressed again, the brunette as inquisitive as ever, there wasn't anything Hermione Weasley didn't know – and if there was, she didn't like it.

"Don't you trust me?" He asked with a laugh, picking the package up carefully again.

"Of course I do Ronald, I just want to know what it is!" She told him, the playful edge still in her tone however the use of his full name told Ron he didn't have long left – they'd often argued at Hogwarts, and although they had few now, the signs he'd learnt to pick up on during his years at school were invaluable.

"Well.." He started, pulling open the string tie which held the paper in place. "I know your backs really been hurting 'cause you don't wanna conceal your bump… So on the way home I went down to Slug & Jiggers Apothecary… The witch said this should help…" He explained, pulling out a small bottle of amber liquid from the paper wrappings. "It's herbal so it won't hurt the baby" He assured her hurriedly as Hermione gave the bottle a worrying glance.

With the only assurance she needed Hermione smiled, kissing her husband happily on the lips "Thank you" she said, taking the bottle from him and reading the label, a typical trait of Hermione's, at which Ron smiled "That was really lovely of you."

"So I'm not an insensitive wart then?" He asked with a ghost of a smirk, the expression growing wider as he saw Hermione's bewildered look. "In fifth year. You said I was… 'the most insensitive wart you had ever had the misfortune to meet'" He told her matter-of-factly, a satisfied grin on his lips when he saw a glint of guilt in his wife's eyes. "It doesn't bother me. Well, it did then, but not now. Being an insensitive wart obviously worked, didn't it." He told her cheekily, causing Hermione to laugh in response.

"Ronald Billius Weasley" She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck as best she could with the bump between them, a name Ron would usually cringe at the sound of – it only ever sounded bearable on her lips. "You are neither insensitive or a wart." She told him with an irrepressible smile "And I am nothing other than the most fortunate witch in the world to have met you." She told him before her lips leaned in, catching his upon them. The bottle sat forgotten on the bench next to the couple, the sun setting in the distance as they melted into a beautiful kiss.

Breaking away with a squeak Hermione's eyes were wide with surprise, her face drained of all colour.

"What?" Her husband asked hurriedly, frantically searching his wife's expression for a clue, his hand wet as it brushed against the bench. "Has the bottle smashed? Don't worry I can get you another one after work tomor-"

"Ron" Hermione cut in, stopping his ramblings in an instant "I won't need another bottle. I think my water just broke."

I've not really written anything at all with the characters when they were older, so I hope everyone enjoyed that! :)

As always I would love reviews, comments or criticisms, I take everyone as important as the next so thank you to all my reviewers! And, once again, if anyone has any quote suggestions I would love to hear them, I always find it nice when people suggest quotes I wouldn't have picked out myself - it's more of a writing challenge!

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