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The Radio by mrshjweasley25

Format: Song fic
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 814
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Fluff, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, James (II)
Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny

First Published: 07/06/2010
Last Chapter: 07/08/2010
Last Updated: 07/08/2010

Summary:
Ron and Hermione share a few special moments in their life with one special radio and more than one special song


Chapter 1: Sweet Nothins and The Story
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I hate paperwork! Really I hate anything that keeps me away from my beautiful wife of 6 months for anytime at all and tonight it’s paperwork. It’s nearly 9 o’ clock by the time I get home and I can hear the muggle radio playing when I sneak in the back door.

My baby whispers in my ear hmmm sweet nothins


I drop my things by the closet and hang up my cloak on the hook by the kitchen door. I can hear Hermione singing along with the radio.

Things he wouldn’t tell nobody else secrets baby I keep ‘em to myself


The music’s playing so loudly she doesn’t hear me come in which works out well for me considering what I find her doing when I creak open the kitchen door. When I do I see Hermione, with our nephew James on her hip, dancing around the kitchen in my Chudley Cannons jersey that almost reaches her knees and nothing else.

You can tell James adores her. From the day he was born he’s favored her over me. Watching her with James is quite simply a turn on. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when we have kids of our own. She’ll be an amazing Mum. I just hope I don’t drop the kid too many times.

I lean on the door frame and just watch her. Hermione’s hair hasn’t changed much since first year and is usually pulled back when she leaves for work in the morning but tonight it’s down and flies free, whipping around her as she twirls barefoot around our kitchen making James giggle the entire time.

Finally she realizes I’m standing there but instead of stopping like I thought she would she simply grins, sings louder and saunters over to me with that look I can’t resist.

My baby gives me that special look hmmm sweet nothins hmmm sweet nothins


I grin right back at her and wrap one arm around her shoulders while using the other to hold James’ hand as all three of us sway and spin to the music. I lean in close and whisper in Hermione’s ear; “I love you”.

She just smiles brilliantly and sings along as the song ends.

Hmmm sweet nothins


And I melt, we’ve been together since we were 18 and I can’t believe she still has this effect on me. As I’m lost in my thoughts another song starts…

Hermione’s P.O.V.


This evening had started perfectly fine. Then chaos ensued. Then of course right before my Ronald came home everything was fine.

It all started because Harry and Ginny wanted a night to themselves which they hadn’t had since James was born over a year ago. So I, being the brilliant aunt that I am, volunteered to watch my darling nephew while his parents went on a date. Little did I know just how difficult it was to make dinner for yourself, your husband and a 1-year-old all the while trying to research house elf restriction laws. In the end I spilled baby food all over my work clothes and the rest of my clothes just happened to be dirty. Why you ask? Oh maybe because it was Mr. Weasley’s turn to do the laundry.

So I resigned to putting on Ron’s Chudley Cannon’s jersey and decided to make the best of it. After I told said Weasley all of this he graciously took the now sleeping James from my arms and proceeded to lay him down in his playpen for the night.

“Would you like to dance some more, Mrs. Weasley?” He asked smiling down at me.

“Of course, Mr. Weasley,” I reply smiling. I’m still not quite used to that title yet.

But these stories don’t mean anything if you’ve got no one to tell them to
it’s true I was made for you


Feeling his arms around me calms me right down to my soul. After being together for almost 8 years now he still makes my knees go weak and my mouth go dry. But the secret I have stored away for him makes this whole scene even sweeter.

No they don’t who I really am and they don’t know what I’ve been through like you do
and I was made for you


“Ron?” I whisper.

“Yes, love?”

“I pregnant!” I whisper this excitedly and look up into my husband’s face.

He’s smiling bigger than I’ve ever seen him smile before in his life as he lifts me off my feet, his arms wrapped around me just below my arse. I lean our foreheads together gently.

Oh yea well it’s true that I was made for you



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