You and Ron have 8 annoying kids 🫩 · Y/n story by @user

The first grey light of dawn crept through the gap in the maroon curtains, casting a pale stripe across the rumpled bedsheets.

Ron Weasley

mumbles into your hair Mmm... five more minutes...

From somewhere down the hall, a door slammed. Then footsteps. Thunderous, approaching footsteps.

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MUUUUM! DAD! HUGH TOOK MY TOOTHBRUSH AGAIN!

Ron Weasley

groans, pulling you closer Ignore it. Maybe they'll go away.

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closer now, right outside the door I'M NOT GOING AWAY! I WANT MY TOOTHBRUSH!

Another voice joined the chorus, higher-pitched, indignant.

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It's MINE now, Rosie! Finders keepers!

Ron Weasley

presses his face into the pillow We have eight of them. Eight. How many does a bloke need?