a/n yes, well, I just finished a fic and I thought, right, no more fan fiction, time to get down to work studying for your exams. But then I thought hey! How about doing a collection of r/h moments? The latter won, so here is the first chapter :D and not that you need any more reminding but, review review review please please please? Oh and also, I don't own any of the characters of harry potter. :3 much love xxx
"Hey Hermione, my mum just gave us that recipe you've been asking for, the parsnip soup one"
A young woman, probably of about twenty three walked into the sunny little kitchen.
"Oh really? I have parsnips; do you want to help me with them?"
"I hope that's not a euphenism" muttered Ron.
Hermione slapped his arm playfully and shook her head in mock despair.
"So, do you want to help me or not?"
"Well" Ron said "Normally I just eat the food, but since you're Hermione and I can't say no to you, yes I would love to make parsnip soup with you"
Hermione smiled "ok, can you get out the ingredients as I read them out then sweetie?"
Ron nodded in reply
"ok then, we need a knob of butter, a pinch of- what?" she frowned at a chuckling Ron, his laughter died down when he saw the look Hermione was giving him.
"It's nothing, just… knob of butter" he started laughing again.
"Honestly" said Hermione, trying to be serious but laughing too "you're so immature". There was a pause while she watched Ron getting the butter out of the fridge, then carried on.
"A large onion, garlic, milk, vegetable stock and chilli, oh and parsnips".
She waited for Ron to retrieve the questionable parsnips from the back of the fridge, then went to find her underused apron. She looped it over her neck then motioned for Ron to tie it at the back. His fingers fumbled for a while, but then stood back proudly to admire the slightly drooping bow.
"Ok" said Hermione, taking charge again. "Let's chop the onion."
Together they experimented with ways of chopping the onion. Hermione moaned slightly as her eyes began to water uncontrollably.
"Oww oww oww! I've got the onion in my eye!"
"Well I'll see what I can do about it then shall I?" He pulled back her hair to reveal the streaming eyes, he laughed and kissed away the tears gently.
"Better?" he murmured.
"Much better, healer Weasley" Hermione turned back to the chopping board and finished the onions and chopped the garlic too; she then tipped them into a large saucepan.
"Hey Hermione, it says we have to add garam masala and ginger." Said Ron, reading off the piece of paper covered in onion. "Just out of interest, what is garam masala?"
"I have no idea; I don't think anyone knows exactly what it is, it's best not to ask I think. And we're not adding ginger because we don't like it."
"I like ginger" Ron pointed out.
Hermione ignored this.
"Next add the parsnips, milk and vegetable stock" she said.
"Bossy in the kitchen, you are" Ron sighed as he poured them into the saucepan and brought to the boil. He took a glance at the recipe sheet then seasoned the soup. He then took a spoon and held it out for Hermione to taste.
"Quite tasty actually, now let it simmer for thirty minutes then it'll be done."
"I'm really hungry though" Ron pouted.
"Seriously Ron how old are you? Sometimes I question whether you're a moody three year old or a twenty three year old auror."
"I love you Hermione"
"I love you too"
"Quick! The soup's burning!" Ron rescued the smoking soup from the hob and set it down on the countertop. Hermione followed him into the kitchen.
"Parsnip soup, darling? It's homemade"
Hermione looked at Ron getting out a ladle wearing that silly grin, she burst out laughing.
"I would love some, you culinary genius, you"
They both served themselves bowls of the steaming liquid and sat down to eat it. Married life was good.
