14. Just as the clock hits midnight, Hermione is alone as the grand father clock chimes.

She sighs as she places her quill down on her parchment closing her eyes from the strain of reading. It is quiet in the flat aside from the dozen rings of their old grand father clock. Tonight, she misses Ron the most. He has been out on a mission for the past few days, but this night felt particularly lonely. When the clock hits its 12th and final chime, Hermione hears the familiar hoot of Pig and her heart fills with warmth. The owl drops a small box on her desk and lands softly on the corner. Hermione gives him a pet before picking up the box held closed by thin rope. In the box, sitting atop what Hermione assumes is a gift is a note, in Ron’s undeniable scribble ‘The lights always give me comfort when I am far from you.’ Just as she had guessed, Ron had given her his Deluminator, something he never kept out of his sight. She grasps it tightly, feeling a comfort in holding something that is Ron’s. She clicks it open and watches the few lights in her room disappear into it. 

She spends a moment in the dark, allowing a tear to slide down her face, just in that moment of weakness. She clicks the Deluminator again, her light returning to its place but a new light appears from it. A small blue orb dancing in front of her eyes before it shoots straight past her. She whips around to follow but loses track of it when she stands to turn. Her hearts halts with her body, the only movement is of her tears rolling down her cheeks. She could not believe it. There he stood, smiling.  Ron reaches for her, pulling her against him. She digs her nose into his jumper and cries harder when he whispers, “Happy Birthday, love.”

13. Hermione tells Ron she’s pregnant with the help of her favorite hobby, reading.

He calls out Hermione’s name after entering their flat, making a bee-line to the kitchen before jogging up the stairs to their bedroom. He is not surprised to find her surrounded by all their pillows, snugly tucked in with her nose in a book. “Hey Love, sorry I’m late.” He kisses her soundly on the lips when she pulls the book down quickly to greet him before diving right back into it. He just smiles and begins to undress to get ready for bed. He glances at the title of the book, wondering if she is rereading a book for the hundredth time or if she actually managed to find a book she hasn’t read yet. What to expect, when you’re expecting. That’s new, he thinks as he gets up to put his boots by the door.  He stops suddenly, dropping his boots with an audible gasp. “No.” He says when it finally clicks. “Yes!” Hermione responds happily, when he catches on. “We are…?” Hermione nods enthusiastically and the smile on his face brings tears to her eyes. “We’re pregnant.” He says just to hear it out loud. “Well, technically I’m pregnant but you did-” He cuts her off by showing her exactly what he did to get them there in the first place.

12. At the Shell Cottage, while Hermione was resting, Ron and Harry went to the beach.

They just sat in silence, reflecting. Just as the moon’s light tried to reflect over the sea through the clouds. Ron rests his elbows on his knees, his head down hiding between his arms. Harry eyes were up to the sky and Ron didn’t even have to look at him to know that Harry is thinking of Dobby. Harry places his hands behind him, digging into the sand, so he could lean back to have a better view. Just as a fresh tear runs down Harry’s cheek, his eyes glance over to his left when Ron puts his hands over his ears, his body shaking. Harry looks back up to the sky as the tears flow freely now, the sound of the waves and of Ron’s sobbing filling the night.

11. For many years George left Fred’s clothes and things just the way Fred left them.

When George and Angelina decided to live together, George is forced to face his twin brother’s things. As he steps up to his brother’s closet, he looks over the clothing that mirrored his except for the branded F put on there to help their mother tell the difference. He latches onto one of Fred’s jumpers, a piece that George didn’t have in his collection, and brings it up to his nose. He inhales deeply and the memory of his twin pours down on him after the many years he tried to bury them deep. They flood him, an array of flashbacks, passing with each second. They come as fast as the tears that fall down his cheeks. So overwhelmed with the memories, George presses his face into the jumper and cries for the first time in awhile since his death. 

10. After her little outburst, Remus took Tonks aside to try to convince her he isn’t worth it.

He pulls her by her upper arm, out of the infirmary and to a more secluded place. He gently pushes her up against a wall, placing a hand against it to lean down, his eyes cast to the floor. He whispers so softly, “Nymphadora.” She doesn’t know whether to be angry or swoon by him calling her name. Though her eyes are wide and glassy, she responds angrily, “You know not to call me that.” She can’t see his reaction through his messy hair hanging over his face. Her heart races because she is suddenly nervous and insecure when he doesn’t respond. “Please don’t turn me away anymore.” She reaches her hands up to cup his face and is surprised to feel wet against her palm. “Remus-” “I am afraid of losing you, I am afraid I will be the one to hurt-” She tiptoes to press her lips against his, cutting him off before she loses her will. He pulls away almost instantly, this time looking into her tearful eyes. “I can’t.” He mumbles, his eyebrows knitting forward from the struggle in his mind. She is just about to sob when he looks away, but he repeats himself, “I can’t stay from you.” He grabs to pull her closer, covering her mouth with his.

09. Ron and Hermione try something they’ve never done before, to their surprise.

“Sorry, you have to do this.” Hermione apologizes, her breath tickling the back of his neck as she speaks. Ron only tightens his hold on her thighs, hefting her up to a higher position on his back. She tightens her hold around his neck and rests her chin on his shoulder. “I think this is the first time you’ve done this for me.” Ron wonders why, however Hermione has never been put into a situation where it was necessary. But for fun, he wonders why he never tried. “I don’t mind it. Actually, I quite like you holding onto me like this.” He could feel her smiling against his ear. A chill runs down his back when she whispers, “Me too.” It’s enough to have him turn his head to look at her and she is smiling suggestively at him, a sparkle in her eye. He responds with a smile full of promises. And quickly sets a mental note to give Hermione more piggy-back rides.

“Oh god, you guys are so embarrassing!” Rose, who had been walking ahead of them, finally notices her parents were lagging behind to find them in that position. She grabs her younger brother’s hand and drags him a good couple of feet ahead her parents. Ron and Hermione share a laugh before Ron picks up the speed to catch up with their children. 

08. The night Rose was born, Ron spent a moment to introduce his self to her.

He kisses Hermione’s hair and whispers for her to get some rest. She nods with her eyes closed, smiling. She did a bloody brilliant job even though he had to leave the room for a moment to collect himself. But she did it, she gave him his beautiful baby girl. He steps over to the crib, her brilliant blue eyes gazing at him. His hands start to shake when she reaches her tiny hands for him. Swallowing his fears, he scoops her up and sits down in a chair nearby. Resting her in his lap, he studies her. He brushes over her hair, feeling a skip in his heart when she smiles for the first time. “Sorry about the hair. But don’t worry you look just like your mum so you’ll be fine.” He swears she has look of relief on her face, but then again, he is tired. “I can’t believe you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you. I suppose a word of advice, as your old man.” He pauses for a moment while Rose is quietly looking up to him as if she were really listening. He glances over at his wife, then down at his daughter. “No, no advice. You’ll be just fine.”

Wow.

I just have to say thanks, I really didn’t expect such a huge response to that head canon. I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw the number of notes. It’s amazing and I’m still in shock. Thanks so much again.

With that being said, I do not know how I’m going to top that. Haha, but I’ll continue to write despite, if you have any ideas or requests, that would be lovely. 

And you guys are beautiful ~ the amount of followers I have after that has increased as well. Thanks guys so much! 

Anyway, moving on — to the next piece.

07. At her wedding, Ginny shared a dance with each of her brothers.

Bill gets the first dance and spends the time showcasing her with slow spins and elegant steps, which makes her feel like a princess.

Charlie chooses a more upbeat song that has him twirling her all over the dance floor in a clumsy manner, but they laugh and smile the whole way through.

Percy shares a short and sweet dance with her, arms properly placed, steps in sync, but smiles at her telling her how proud he is of her.

George dances with her twice, one where they dance oddly, each taking turns to top each other’s weird dance move that has the whole tent in a fit. The second dance, Ginny pulls George close in a slow dance, pressing against his chest, where she whispers to him, “I love you both.”

Ginny has to drag Ron on the dance floor but he easily succumbs and awkwardly holds her while they slightly sway back and forth. When he finally looks her in the eye, he says “Ginny, y-you know-“ Ginny interrupts him by moving closer to embrace him and saying, “I know.”

06. Ron kept one of his old jumpers that was a hand-me-down through each of his brothers.

When Hugo was old enough to fit into it, Ron asked him to try it on. Hugo inspects it’s faded color and worn out trim. “I don’t want to wear this, what is it?” Ron tells him it’s a hand-me-down and as a Weasley, he should be proud to wear it. Hugo responds asking, “What’s a hand-me-down?” Ron smiles and smooths out the wrinkles of the jumper, a nostalgic look in his eyes. “A family tradition.”