Prompt: Put a word or phrase in my ask. I'll write you a Romione drabble/one-shot that I think pertains to it.
From: illustrent-stellea-viam-meam on tumblr.
Word: Aubergine (I went with the color, not the plant).

It's not exactly the first time Ron Weasley has walked home to the sound of loud voices. His wife is a fairly levelheaded parent, but certain things can anger her and get her yelling, an issue that tends to be prevalent in the lives of all mothers. Still, she's more of the quietly angry type than anything else, which is why it's always surprising to come home and hear her yelling. However, whatever has set her off has got to be good. Which is what causes Ron to immediately follow the noise and find the trouble.

Through the door. Past the family pictures on the wall. A quick pet to Otter's head as the tiny terrier yips excitedly at Ron's feet. Up the stairs. And sticks his head into… Rose's room.

Rose.

Shit.

Her head. It is… purple. Her hair is purple. Purple. And if he hadn't mentioned it before… purple.

"How could you do this to yourself?" Hermione yells, completely beside herself. "What in the world would possess you to dye your hair aubergine?"

"I TOLD YOU!" Rose shouts back, arms crossed defensively in front of her. "I hate my red hair and wanted a change!"

"Your hair is beautiful, young lady! How dare you suggest anything otherwise? What in the world is wrong with your hair?"

"It's red! Everyone calls me ginger, mum, do you know what it's like to be called ginger constantly? I hate it."

"But… Rose… it's aubergine," Hermione says, as though her daughter had not quite grasped this concept yet.

"It was supposed to come out brown," Rose mumbles, and for the first time she looks slightly ashamed of herself. "It didn't exactly work."

"Oh Rosie," Hermione says finally, sinking onto Rose's bed. At first Rose remains ridged, maintaining her standing position, but then Hermione reaches up and pulls Rose onto the bed as well. Immediately, Rose hides her face into her mother's side. Ron can see a shake in her back and knows that she's started to cry at the embarrassment of dyeing her hair purple. "Rosie, I fell in love with your father because of his hair. I saw him for the first time and thought to myself… my god, I want my children to have hair that exact color. And when you came out of me and they put you into my arms and I saw that you had bright red hair, just like daddy's, I actually cried in relief."

"Really?" Rose asks, lifting her head from her mother's shirt.

"Yes. And I think you're absolutely gorgeous. I love everything about you… from your eyes to your freckles to your toes to your hair."

Rose wrinkles her nose.

"You're bias. You're my mum."

Hermione kisses the top of her head.

"And I love you more than anyone, but I still don't think I'm bias. You're just beautiful."

"I'm awkward."

"Love, have you seen pictures of me when I was your age? I was the epitome of awkward. I beat you out for the awkward awards by a landslide. But you know what? During that exact time when I hated myself and my stickish figure and my horrid bushy hair, your father was falling in love with me. And somewhere in the wings is some boy who is going to love you for all the things you hate about yourself and show you just how beautiful you are, just like your father did for me."

"Honestly and truly?" Rose asks hopefully.

"Honestly and truly," Hermione affirms. "And you'll believe him, because he's not your mum."

Rose hesitates before asking,

"Can you fix my hair?"

Ron can see Hermione balk- she's never been all that good at glamour spells, having never had that much need for them. This is when Ron chooses to enter the room.

"Hello, girls," he says, walking in with a big grin on his face.

"Hi, daddy," Rose sniffles, trying to perk up when she sees him.

"Hi, sweetheart," Hermione says, smiling up at him.

"So," Ron begins, crouching down in front of Rosie, "looks like you did something to your hair."

"I tried to make it brown," Rose admits. "But now I wish I hadn't."

"You know who else tried to do something like that when she was younger?"

"Who?"

"Nana Molly."

"What?"

"Nana hated her red hair, so she decided to dye it brown just like you did. And then she realized how brilliant her hair was, so her mum taught her how to change it back. Unfortunately, your mum isn't quite as brilliant with glamour charms as Nana's mum. But you know who would be able to fix it for you?"

"Nana?" Rose suggests wonderingly.

"And you know who else did the same thing?"

"Who?" asks his daughter eagerly.

"Aunt Ginny."

"NO!" gasps Rose, and then she dissolves into a fit of giggles.

"Oh yeah. Seems to me that all you barmy Weasley ladies have to lose your ginger before realizing how valuable it was to you in the first place, huh?"

"I'll floo Nana and see if she can come patch you up," Hermione says as she stands, beaming gratefully at Ron.

"I'll go see if I can find some ice-cream in the mean while," Ron adds, standing up.

"Thanks, mum. Thanks, daddy."

"Oi, I didn't say it was for you," Ron says with mock indigence, and the sound of Rose's laughter follows them both as they exit the room. As soon as the door's closed, Ron has Hermione swept up in his arms and has already pressed his lips against hers.

"I love you," she murmurs against him. "You were amazing in there."

"Love you too," he smirks. "And… ditto."

She pulls away from his lips to look at his hair, and then winds a strand around her finger.

"Were both those stories true?" she inquires.

"Absolutely," Ron grins. "Us Weasleys are just lucky that so many people in the world have ginger fetishes."

Hermione laughs and kisses him again, but ends up pulling back with a disturbed look on her face.

"Aubergine. Really."

A/N: Well, hello! This is an absolutely plotless set of drabbles about the life that Ron and Hermione had after they got together. It is the gratification that they received for the seven years of craziness at Hogwarts. Every chapter is prompted by readers. All you have to do is give me a word or phrase and I'll write a chapter surrounding it. All phrases or words will be accepted unless they're extremely explicit. To submit a word or phrase, you can find me as whenhermionemetron on tumblr or PM me on . I hope you'll keep reading whenever you need some lovely and fluffy Romione goodness. ~writergirl8