I've wanted to do a Ron/Hermione story for a while now. I just did a one-shot, but now I'm going to have my go at a R/Hr short story, so bear with me on this! I own nothing except my own intellectual property, JK Rowling has the rest!

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I feel a sudden clamminess come over my bare hands and feet as a lumber out of bed. I look out the window as I stretch and see it's another beautiful April morning. I put on my slippers, which are embroidered with the letter R on the top. Mum made them for me last Christmas and they've proven quite useful since. I turn back around and smile at the sleeping figure of my best friend and fiancée, Hermione, who is sprawled out on her stomach, spread eagle, and her right hand is resting where my body was moments ago. I smile and shuffle into the bathroom, trying to get some warmth into my hands as I go. I yawn and look in the mirror, trying to decide what to do with my freshly trimmed hair.

After washing my face, brushing my teeth, and putting deodorant on, I make my way into the kitchen to start some tea and breakfast. I walk over to the window over the sink and retrieve the issue of The Daily Prophet my owl has left on the ledge. I begin to read and before I know it, the tea kettle is screaming, and I jump up to take it off the burner, hoping I didn't wake Hermione.

"Is that breakfast I smell?"

Too late.

"Yeah, some English muffins and cinnamon oatmeal, and tea, as you already know," I explain, still reading. Wrapped up in a robe, Hermione crosses the kitchen to where I sit at the table and stands behind me, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders. I tip my head backward and see her smiling down at me as she leans down to kiss my lips.

"You don't cook very often. What's the occasion?" She sits to my left and grabs one of the pages of the paper and begins to read as well.

"We're getting married in five days, that's what." I said, glancing up for a millisecond, a smile coming to my face.

"Maybe we should get married more often." A laugh escapes me at her joke. I get up and prepare two bowls of oatmeal, both with an English muffin and a cup of tea. We eat and begin to get ready for the day. Hermione's bachelorette party is today, and she has a lot to do. My sister Ginny, my sister-in-law Fleur, Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Padma and Parvati Patil, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Hannah Abbott were all taking her for a girl's day out. Hermione had strongly resisted, but when I had insisted, and the girls all begged her to go, she caved in.

So come early afternoon, there is a knock on the door. I sigh and prepare myself for the flourish of women about to enter my home. I slowly walk over and open the door. Ginny and the others don't even bother to wait to be invited in. They all bombard the living room, chin-wagging away, and Hermione emerges from the bedroom in a fresh change of clothes, her hair still damp from a shower.

"They're here." I mutter.

She says nothing and goes into the living room and I follow suit. We sit on the love seat near the fireplace and all the girls smile and quiet down.

"Okay, 'Mione, we've got great plans for today! You're going to have a bloody great time! We promise!" Angelina says with a sickening enthusiasm. All of them chip in and agree. I can already tell where this is going.

"Oh, Merlin. I'm leaving." I say in a jokingly disgusted tone, eliciting a giggle from all ten women in the room. I let them have their girl time. Harry warned me about this before I proposed to her. He told me that they need time with other women, or else they won't leave you alone. So I was taking his advice. I pull out my wand in the kitchen and with one flick and swish the dirty dishes begin to clean themselves and the table begins to tidy its surface up. I scratch my head and set a charm on the broom to sweep the floors. I grab the sports section of the Prophet and flip through Qudditch scores.

I hear a spurt of thunderous laughter come from the living room and I try to block it out. It's not so much irritating as it is surprising. Just be thankful she is yours, Ron. Not that lunk head, Viktor Krum's. I think this to myself on a daily basis. No matter how good of a qudditch player Krum is, having him try to steal Hermione made me more mad than any thought.

Finally, after a good fifteen minutes, the girls file out of the house and onto the lawn, Hermione lingers by the door, waiting for me to get up. I come to her and wrap my arms around her waist.

"Have fun, yeah?" I say, pulling her in. She slips her arms around my abdomen and lays her head on my chest.

"Yeah, we will."

"Right. Love you." I kiss her soft lips, but I can feel nine sets of eyes on us, it makes me uncomfortable as we separate and beam at eachother.

"Love you too, darling. Say, you might try going over to Harry's. Ginny said he's babysitting and could use the company." She suggests, pulling from our embrace.

"I might get over there." I nod and wave as she catches up with the others. They all disaparate into thin air.

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There is a muffled sound of a baby crying as I knock on Harry's door.

"Coming!"

After a moment, a tired Harry opens the door with baby James on his right hip and a bottle in the other.

"This is so much bloody work!" He complains to me as I step into the foyer.

"It's a baby, mate. A six month old baby. Of course it's a lot of bloody work!" I chuckle, watching my best friend struggle with calming the small boy down.

"Oh, you think this is funny, do you?"

"A little, yeah, I do." I nod. Harry's eyes burn through me.

"Just wait until you and Hermione have a baby, you'll wish you hadn't laughed." Harry replies in all seriousness, finally getting James to relax in his arms.

"At least my kid will have a fun dad!" I tease, pouring a glass of beer for myself in the kitchen.

"Oi! I'm a blast! We have a ton of fun together, okay?" Harry jokes back and lays James to sleep in the crib that sits in the living room.

"What, playing wizard's chess?'

"Not this young, no," we sit down, "So, Hermione finally came 'round to having a bachelorette party eh? Who all came besides Ginny and Fleur?" Harry asks me, jumping subjects.

"The Patil's, Angelina, Luna, Hannah, Katie, and Cho…" I trail off with a shrug.

"Sounds like quite the crew." Harry shakes his head, "Say, when's your bachelor party?"

"I say we do one here in a couple days. We could call Dean, Seamus, George, Neville, and maybe even Zacharias." I suggest.

"Oh, and there's Terry Boot, he's a good chap." Harry nods to himself.

"What about Michael Corner?" I suggest.

"No way is he coming! That git dated Cho and Ginny!" Harry said crossly.

"Okay, no Michael. How about Anthony Goldstein?"

"Yeah, that's good. There seems to be enough guys to have a good time here. We're gonna have the best bloody bachelor party for you, mate, you just wait." Harry grins over at me and I shake my head with a laugh.

This will be interesting.

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Alright! There is Chapter 1! I can update TOMORROW if I get a lot of feedback! So Tell me your thoughts!