DISCLAIMER: I'm not JK Rowling. You'd like this a lot more if were her.

Author's Chapter Notes:

There are several people from MNFF who have helped me with this fic, whom I'd like to thank. First and foremost is Ari/Royari, my very wonderful Beta, who has been a huge, huge help with this.

Then there's Nadia/ lairyfights, who's an awesome person, and helped me with Ron's characterisation and also gave me quite a few opinions on the first chapter!

There are also several members at the MNFF forums whose comments regarding Ron's characterisation and some Healing stuff have been priceless. These people are:PeppermintToads/Julie, Sapphire at Dawn/Sarah, opti, noblefate/Megan, Lost_Robin, shaun056, expelliarmus17 and AidaLuthien.Thank you, thank you, you guys! :)

And so... I'm back to my OTP. It's a pleasure to be writing them again after so long. :)

Oh, and this chapter has some adult themes, but this is really the only one that does.

LITTLE ANGEL WINGS

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1. Buttery Passion

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The sunrays filtered through the windows of all the houses in Puffapod Lane. On a gigantic bed in the master bedroom of one of these houses snored a man who looked like he was in his early thirties. He had bright red hair, and his face was scattered with too many freckles to count. He was snoring too peacefully for the amount of sunlight that was falling on his face, and the space beside him on the bed was unoccupied.

Finally, when the clock beside his bed struck seven thirty-six, Ron Weasley woke up with a yawn. The moment he did so, a smile spread on his face, illuminating his blue eyes. He could smell the delicious aroma of bacon and eggs. Merlin, there was nothing better than that on a bright Sunday morning like this. Grinning to himself, he dressed and entered the kitchen, where his wife, Hermione, was preparing breakfast. He put his arms around her fondly. "Good morning!"

She glared at him and spread out bacon and eggs on a plate, which she carried to the table. That was when Ron realised that she had made enough breakfast only for one person. So she was cross with him. He sat on a chair right in front of her and spoke. "Mad at me?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, not replying to his question, which indicated the obvious answer.

"What have I done?" he asked her. "Why-?"

She didn't even wait for him to finish. "Don't you act innocent, Ronald Weasley!" She looked as though she might set birds on him again and Ron cowered a little. "All week," she said tightly, "you've come home late from George's and gone almost straight to bed. Not oncehave you offered to help me with chores or with the kids." She skewered him with another glare. "But you've somehow managed to find time for demanding sex and eating dinner."

"I didn't demandsex," Ron began, but he shut up when Hermione glared dangerously. He watched his wife eat for a while, before getting up, finding his way to the kitchen, and deciding to make his own breakfast. On searching the kitchen a bit he found bread and butter. He had just opened the butter dish when Hermione entered with her empty plate. She still looked angry, though a piece of fried egg sticking to the corner of her mouth only made her expression funny.

"Um… Hermione," Ron said, gesturing to the corner of his own mouth to indicate the food particle on hers. She swiped at her mouth in vain. The offending piece of egg remained where it was, completely unaffected by Hermione's attempts. Then, on impulse, Ron bent over and licked it away for her.

She looked up at him with accusatory eyes and he looked back, silently apologising for everything he'd done to get her angry. She looked a little hurt, then smiled apologetically before standing on tiptoes and placing her lips on his.

They started to kiss passionately.. He could feel her tongue clash against his- flicking through his mouth, tasting him like he could taste her. He lifted her to the kitchen platform and continued kissing her, the heat between them growing fast. She put her hands inside his shirt, feeling his bare chest and then starting to undo his buttons. The warmth of her hands against his cool skin caused Ron to shudder, and pulled insistently at her neatly tucked blouse until it came loose. He could feel his heart pounding, pumping blood enthusiastically through him.

He slipped his hand up the back of her shirt, undoing each clasp as her tongue met his in a new caress. Then he broke away, kissing her chin and tracing kisses from her jaw right up to the area below her earlobe, and tilting his head to trace more light kisses down the side of her neck. She gasped, and he continued his kisses, going downwards and lower still whist dipping two fingers into the butter dish beside her. And then he gave her a wicked smile before pulling her closer still.

She drew his attention away from the butter by unzipping his jeans. He removed her pants, then she leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and putting her lips to his neck. It was magic.

He felt a groan escape when she shifted her hips It was bliss…. It was perfect…

That was the moment when a cry issued from Hermione's wand, which was lying on the platform. She had the Baby Monitoring Charm on, and it seemed that Hugo, their two-year old, was awake and very cranky.

Reality struck them, and Ron slowly untangled himself from Hermione, gasping for breath and wiping sweat off his brow. She sat up too and dressed quickly. "I'll go," she told him softly and left, smelling of butter and Ron. Ron sat there for a while, taken back by their unexpected passion. Hermione's offer was a reminder that, after great sex, she was almost always willing to forgive him whatever he'd done.

He was right. When he entered Rose and Hugo's room after getting dressed, she seemed to have forgotten all her anger towards him. Instead, she looked worried as she held Hugo in her arms. He still hadn't stopped crying, and she was rocking him, cooing comforting words into his ears while he wailed incessantly. Ron was surprised to see Hugo cry so much. It was generally Rose who woke up in cranky moods, and Hugo was usually the calmer of the two. Hermione looked relieved when Ron entered the room.

"Hold him for a while, will you?" she said, gesturing to Hugo. "I'll get him a potion from our medicine cabinet."

Ron was about to ask her why Hugo needed the medicine, but he understood Hermione's reason the moment he took Hugo in his arms: Hugo seemed to be running a slight fever. He let out a low wail, and Ron hugged his son tight. "It's alright, kiddo, you'll be fine."

Hugo wailed again and Rose opened an eye at her bed. "Daddy, tell Hugo to stooop," she whined.

Ron went over to her bed with Hugo and bent over, kissing her forehead. "I'll take him to my room, okay? You sleep."

"Hmm," Rose muttered sleepily, and she turned over, curling up and falling asleep again.

Hugo whimpered, understanding that his sister was getting irritated with him, and Ron shushed him as he took him to his and Hermione's bedroom. Once there, he sat on the bed with Hugo held tightly in his arms while Hermione looked for the fever potion. Hugo started to cry again, and Ron tried rocking him like he'd seen Hermione do a few minutes ago but, just like Hermione, he failed to calm Hugo. Finally, Hermione found the fever potion and spooned some into Hugo's mouth.

She took his temperature; it was not very much above normal, but she looked even more worried. Ron rocked Hugo against his chest, willing the child to sleep, and spoke softly to his wife. "He'll be fine, Hermione."

"I'm worried, Ron," she said quietly as Hugo shut his eyes. "This is the second time this month that he's feverish."

Ron remembered the first time very well. He and Hermione had taken turns sitting up with Hugo throughout the night, taking his temperature at regular intervals and giving him the potion as per the dosage. This had got Rose very jealous, and she had thrown a tantrum the next day; she wasn't used to all the attention going to Hugo. As a way to calm her down, they'd had to let her have more dessert than usual.

Right now, Ron watched Hugo start to breathe rhythmically as he fell asleep. "The weather has been very unpredictable this past month," he told Hermione reasonably. "I'm surprised that it's only Hugo who's bearing the brunt of it."

"That too…" said Hermione. "Do you think we should get him looked at? Audrey might be free to have a look at him."

"Nah," said Ron. "I don't think this is that big a deal. I remember Rosie having similar problems at this age too. Besides, it's just mild fever. He will be okay."

"Hmm," she replied.

At that moment, Hugo's eyes opened. "Muu-mmy…"

"Yes, sweetheart," said Hermione, kneeling down and stretching out her arms to take him in them when he promptly vomited all over her and Ron.

"Uh-oh," murmured Ron as Hermione tried to clean herself with her wand so she could hold her son. In the meantime, Hugo's blue eyes became wet and Ron rubbed his back, trying to get him to calm down before the wailing began again. "It's all right… it's all right, Hugo."

Hugo vomited again but, this time, Hermione was out of reach and it was Ron who got most of the sick. She took Hugo in her arms, and Ron promptly began to siphon the sick off him using his wand. Hugo was crying loudly again. "Mummeeee!"

"It's okay, baby, it's okay," she said, patting his back slowly whilst Conjuring and holding a small basin against his mouth, waiting for him to stop vomiting before she could give him a potion for it. After another bout of vomiting and much crying, Hugo's stomach seemed to settle a little and then Hermione and Ron tried to coax him into taking the potion for his vomiting. He put up a struggle, but he gave up in the end.

Hugo seemed to feel a little more comfortable a while after the two potions, and he was soon laughing, babbling, and playing in his highchair as he ate his oatmeal. Ron and Hermione sat at the dining table. "You know," Ron muttered, "we could continue our fun from the morning once these two go for their afternoon nap."

She raised an eyebrow. "What made you think I was having fun?"

"Just the general noises that you made…" said Ron, and Hermione smacked him lightly on the arm, blushing a little bit.

"Ron! The kids!" she whispered.

"What? They're not going to understand," he said. "So, what do you say?"

She blushed more. "Absolutely not. I'm cross with you."

"How about I say that I love you and that I'm sorry for not giving you time this past week?"

She mock-glared at him and smiled, kissing him on the cheek and then whispering into his ear, "I'm sorry, Ron, but you'll have to wait."

"Eww!"

Both of them shook out of their reverie to see Rose glaring at them with disgust on her face. "Mummy kissed Daddy!" she turned around and informed Hugo.

"So what?" said Hermione. "I kiss you both all the time! Shouldn't Daddy get a kiss?"

"No! You're myMummy!" declared Rose possessively.

"Mine!" Hugo added to his sister's declaration.

"Well, she's mywife, and I knew her first," said Ron teasingly as Hermione smacked his thigh below the table.

Rose looked at him angrily. "Mummy is mine! Not yours, not Hugo's! Mine!" she told him severely, before spooning cereal into her mouth.

"You mean!" Hugo said sadly.

"Mummy's mine!" Rose repeated persistently. "You're stupid. You call Daddy 'Dada'. That's why he's mine too."

"MUMMMEEEEEE!"

Hermione shook her head while Ron enjoyed the extremely adorable fight that his children were having. "I'm both of yours," Hermione replied. "And Rosie, stop being mean to your brother."

"But you're mine!" Rose told her. "You said that yesterday! And Hugo calls Daddy 'Dada'! Isn't he stupid?"

Hugo whimpered, and his eyes were already filling up. Hermione sighed at this. "'Stupid' is a bad word, Rosie. If you say that again, I will have to take away your toys for a day. And really, sweetie, don't trouble Hugo. He's not well."

Rose glared at her brother. "Hugo's a cry-baby. He didn't let me sleep!"

"Mummy!"

"Don't listen to her, Hugo," said Hermione comfortingly. "Now eat up your oatmeal."

"No," he replied, pushing away the bowl.

"Come on, sweetie it's good for you," said Hermione, pulling her chair closer to his and taking the bowl in her hands. She spooned some of it and brought it close to his mouth.

"Uh-uh!" Hugo protested, turning away.

"Hugo…"

"Not hungwy!"

"Hugo, come on, do you want Dada to feed you the oatmeal?"

"No!"

"Aw, but Dada really wants to do it!" said Hermione, and Ron chose that moment to pretend to pout.

Hugo shook his head. "I don' want!"

Ron pulled his chair closer to Hugo too. "Won't you have it for me, Hugo? See, you've already finished most of it. There isn't much left."

"Come on, Hugo, you're a good boy!" Hermione encouraged him.

"He's a bad boy," said Rose, making herself noticed.

Hugo whimpered again.

Hermione turned to the little girl. "Rosie! Have you finished your cereal?"

"Yes!" said Rose, showing her empty bowl.

"Good girl. See, Hugo? You can finish your oatmeal too!"

Hugo shook his head. Ron spooned some of the oatmeal. "And here is how Uncle Harry used to chase the Snitch- zoooooom!" He brought the spoon close to Hugo's mouth and the latter accepted it reluctantly.

Hermione clapped her hands. "Good boy!"

Ron spooned some more oatmeal, but Hugo shook his head again. Ron sighed. "Just one more?"

Hugo shook his head, sniffling as his eyes filled up. Hermione frowned. "What's the matter, sweetie?"

In reply, Hugo threw up again.

"EW! Hugo got sick!" provided Rose as Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"Let me know if he's still unwell today," said Ron as he stood at the door, ready to leave for work.

"His fever's definitely gone," said Hermione, brushing her hair briskly. She would leave for work once the nanny came. She hesitated. "Are you sure we shouldn't take him to the hospital?"

"Hermione, I told you, there's no need for that," said Ron, patting her shoulder. "He will be fine. I Floo'd Harry last night. Apparently, Al was down with something similar last week. All they had to do was to give him the potions. He's fit as a fiddle now."

"Yes, Harry told me," said Hermione.

The previous night, Ron and Hermione had once again taken turns staying up with Hugo. Rose was cranky due to all the attention that Hugo was getting, and Hermione had to pacify her as well.

"Okay, then, I'll see you in the evening," said Ron, preparing to leave.

"Ron, come here," said Hermione, gesturing towards herself. He grinned and bent forward as they kissed. When they broke apart, she pecked his lips again. "I love you, too."

He caught her eye and nodded. "I won't be late again."

She smiled. "I'd love that. And so would the kids. They barely saw you last week."

He nodded. "I'll try to get off work as early as possible."

"That's all right," she said. "Now, go on, or George isn't going to be pleased either."

Ron grinned and kissed her cheek before leaving for work. He loved that nothing much had changed between him and Hermione, from the first stages of their friendship to courtship, right up to marriage and parenthood. They still bickered, argued over stupid things and had good, big fights sometimes but, in the end, they always made up. When it came to their children, they were a team, always agreeing with each other in front of the kids even if they disagreed later on. And no matter what, they were madly in love- it was just that the 'madly' turned 'mad' sometimes. But such was their marriage- amazing and crazy at the same time. And every moment of it was wonderful.

Just wonderful.

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