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A/N - Hello, Lovely readers! This is one of my first stories. Please share your opinions! Also, I would love a beta, so if there is anyone out there who would like to help me, I would really appreciate it! 3
"Ron? Is that you?" Hermione was humming to herself in the kitchen of the flat above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, alternately stirring her spaghetti sauce and checking her pasta. "Honey! I'm home!" George dashed in with a flourish, bowing lowly. "M'lady."
She kissed him on the cheek. "Hey, Georgie, want some pasta?"
"No thanks, Sweetheart, I'm off to the pub with Angelina tonight, I'll grab a bite there. Smells amazing as usual!" Hermione grinned, turning back to her task and resuming her humming. Hermione and Ron had moved into the flat together when Ron decided that he would help George run WWW. When he asked Hermione to move with him, she hastily accepted. They had been living at the Burrow since she had finished school, Ginny and Harry had eloped at the end of the summer after the Battle of Hogwarts and lived at Grimmauld Place, and she didn't want to impose on Molly and Arthur when all seven of their children had finally flown the coop.
It has been a little over two years since the Battle, and six months since she had settled in with the two brothers. They had developed a comfortable rhythm and she found that she thoroughly enjoyed their situation. They all had nightmares of the war, and there was always someone to share a cuppa when they were up at odd hours.
With a POP, Ron appeared in the hallway. "Hey, Mione," he sighed, laying his coat on the couch. Hermione came to him, gave him a kiss and proceeded to place his coat on the hanger. "Rough day?" Ron nodded, taking off his shoes in the middle of the floor and plopping onto the couch.
"Kingsley is really hounding us to capture Dolohov, and we got a lead and it ended up being a trap. Harry and I came out fine – we were in the second group, but Corbin and Drew were both hit by shrapnel from a glass bomb. They'll be fine, but they got to go to St. Mungo's while Harry and I got ALL the paperwork." Ron groaned and slumped further into the couch.
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm glad everyone's alright. Why don't you go take a nice, hot shower? I've made dinner, I'll keep it warm for you until you're done." Ron grimaced at the thought of getting up, but made his way to the bathroom, placing a kiss on her cheek on the way out.
Hermione sat, tapping her feet nervously at their dining table. It was an important night, she wanted him to be in a good mood. She grabbed her wand and two mason jars, conjuring blue flames into them. She set the table immaculately, and perked up the flowers she had purchased from the market earlier.
Ron came out in only a pair of grey sweats, his sinewy body almost glowing in the soft light. "This is lovely, Mione, dinner smells divine." Ron smiled at her halfheartedly. They ate in relative silence, Hermione squirming with anticipation. As he scraped the last bits of spaghetti from his plate, she cleared her throat. "Ronald, I have something to tell you." She smoothed her hair. Here goes it. "I'm pregnant."
Ron stared at her blankly. "What?" "I'm pregnant, Ron." Hermione stared at him expectantly. "No you're bloody not. Tell me you're joking." Hermione scoffed at him. "No, I'm not joking, but I hope this reaction is a joke!" She could feel her blood pressure start to rise. "I don't want to be with you!" He blurted. Hermione took a deep breath. "Come again?"
"Hermione, I love you, but I don't want to be with you, I'm in love with someone else. I was going to tell you today, I was going to ask you to move out." For once in her life, Hermione Jean Granger was speechless. Her chin began to tremble, and she fought it desperately. She was officially a mum now, she had to be strong for her little jelly bean.
"And go where?" she whispered. "What?" Ron was pacing now, almost panting, and he turned to stare at her with nearly feral eyes. "Where would I go? Grimmauld Place? Harry and Ginny are newlyweds, can't go there. The Burrow? That's your family. My house was destroyed, my parents are gone. What do you want me to do?" Ron stared at her – now it was his turn to be speechless.
George Apparated in, "Sorry, don't mean to interrupt, I forgot my …. What's going on?" He took in the scene with suspicion. "RON here is in LOVE with SOMEONE ELSE and was just INFORMING ME that I … MY CHILD AND I are being tossed on the street!" Hermione's nostrils were flaring and Ron looked at her in horror. She stormed into the room they shared and slammed the door, leaving both men gaping at her absence.
"Mate… what she said was pretty clear, but I'm going to give you two minutes to explain your side of this story before I wring your freckly neck." Ron blanched, but began explaining. "I was going to tell her, this week. Amelia Spiderwick and I had that undercover operation a few months back, do you remember? She and I … something happened, Georgie, I can't help it. We have been seeing each other, and I think I'm in love. I've never felt this before, not like this. A-and then I come home, and Hermione just told me she's pregnant. Oh fuck, George, I had the worst reaction I could possibly have had!"
George was furious, so much that he had a hard knot in his stomach. How could his brother screw his relationship up so badly? "Well Ron, Amelia-Bloody-Spiderwick has her own flat in London, I'm sure you know the way. Get the fuck out of my house; Hermione will let you know when you're allowed back." "But … what about the shop? I can't just leave, you need me!" Ron looked pleadingly at his brother. "We will do just fine without you. Merlin Ron, what the bloody FUCK were you thinking!? Get out of my flat!" He shouted. Shaken, Ron Apparated away.