Summary: - He never thought he could l’amour a girl plus than he loved Hermione. But he was wrong. He loved her plus than anybody. He loved her plus than Hermione.

English is NOT my first language.

DISCLAIMER:- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I'm serious.


It was still dark outside. As dark as it could get on a full moon night. Ron Weasley was lying on his lit facing the sleeping form of the girl he loved most. Moonlight falling on her face was giving her a strange glow. She was sleeping peacefully; her eyes squeezed shut as if she was having some dream. A blanket was covering her upto her shoulders leaving only her face visible.

He sighed. He was tired. After a tiring field day, he was exhausted. But sleep just wasn't coming to him.

He missed her. Hermione. But the girl sleeping suivant to him made him miss her a little less. She was out of the country for some campaign she had started for welfare of werewolves.

He smiled.

He loved her. plus than she knew. Longer than she knew. Maybe longer than he knew. But he knew that he loved the girl sleeping suivant to him more.

He still remembered the first time he had laid eyes on her. He'd fallen in l’amour with her just that moment. She was most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. And his l’amour had only grown for her each day.

He picked his wand from the table, tableau beside the lit and lighted it-as less as he could-trying not to disturb her. He pointed it to the watch on the table.

4:40.

Still an heure and half for the sun to come out completely.

She stirred in her sleep, allowing some of her hair to fall on her face.

His smile grew. She indeed was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

"Nox"

He a dit as quietly as he could, but perhaps it was enough to wake her up.

She peeked her right eye open to see him smiling at her.

She opened her other eye as well to reveal two brilliant blue eyes and smiled shyly up at him.

"Good Morning, Daddy."

She a dit in a sleepy voice.
It was musique to his ears.

"Good morning, Rosie."

He stroked some red curls which had fallen on the face of his 2 an old daughter while she was sleeping.

"Go back to sleep, Rose. It's still night."

She pulled the blanket up a bit only to cover her mouth.

"G'night, Daddy."

Came her voice, muffled slightly par the blanket.

He chuckled a bit.

"Good night."

Yes, he really loved her the best.



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I hope toi had a good time lire it. I apologize for any grammar ou spelling mistake.

Comment, b'coz that's what I l’amour most.