Chain of Drabbles

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!

Pairing for the chapter: Harry/Ron

Warnings: MPreg

Prompt: freckles and red hair.

When Harry met the Weasleys, all the way back when he was an eleven year old child, he honestly didn't know he would develop first a fascination and then a kink over it. He knew that it was all Ron's fault, too. It started in their fourth year, what with having to 'rescue' his best friend from the lake and getting a close up of all that red hair and that face peppered with freckles.

After that, Harry paid attention to the Weasleys.

Ginny reminded him way too much of his mother.

Bill had more of a strawberry blond hair than that shade of red Harry liked.

Charlie had too many freckles.

Percy had too little freckles.

Fred and George were more orange than redheaded.

Ron was... Ron was perfect for him.

Harry leaned against the window sill, staring at his husband of four years as he played with his nieces and nephew and Harry's own godson. All the children were trying to climb Ron, attacking him with tickles and blown raspberries much to the amusement of their family and friends. Suddenly Ron gave a mighty roar, changed into his animagus form, a Scottish collie, and pounced on the children, liking and generally making a nuisance of himself to everyone.

"All right, that's enough, Teyrngar*come on." Harry called.

"No!"

"Uncle Harry!"

"Just a few more minutes, please?"

"Not fair!"

Harry just rolled his eyes at the dramatics, "you can all play with him later, right now it's time to eat, so go on!" the children passed by him pouting but, as soon as Ron was near him, Harry forgot about everything around them as the collie begun to growl. Not the usual playful growl either, but one filled with teeth and snarls. A jealous growl. A moment later and Ron was standing in front of Harry, eyes narrowed, and fists clenched.

"You've got another scent on you, Mr. Potter." Ron growled, looming over Harry.

"Yes, I do, Mr. Ronald Potter." Harry arched an eyebrow, not at all impressed.

"Who is it?"

"Oh," Harry said, staring into the blue eyes he adored so much. "It must be from your child."

"Don't be ridiculous! My... child? Really?" The angry blue eyes quickly went from jealousy to confusion to surprise and love. "The potion worked, then? You're... you are, aren't you?" Ron didn't wait for a response, hugging his spouse and peppering Harry's face with kisses. "D'you think mum would mind if I kidnapped you? I really, really, really want to make love to you now." Ron whispered, turning then around so he could hug his Harry from behind, where he could lay his chin on Harry's shoulder and look at the still flat and toned stomach.

"Oh she would mind... but we can come up with an excuse I think." Harry answered, green eyes shining with amusement. And then Ron did something that proved, once again, why he was not only Harry's best friend, but the only one his heart belonged to. He lay his hand on Harry's stomach, rubbing gentle circles and whispering, so only the two of them would be able to hear.

"Hello little one, I'm going to be your daddy."

*teyrngar = loyal in Welsh (you can take this as sarcasm or not)