Ron woke late the next morning. Thoughts were clashing around in his head; mostly about Hermione.
What should I tell them? Does Hermione think I like her now? I don't know what to say…do I like her? I don't know! What about at the Yule Ball when she went with Krum?—I was just mad because she was with someone who was against Harry—that's it…Or was it? And that big row we had afterwards…
Ron rolled over listlessly. Harry's bed was empty, as well as the rest of the dormitory. Ron decided to go downstairs and face his friends.
Harry and Hermione were talking eagerly in chairs near the fire. The only other people in room were Fred, George, and Ginny and her friends. Fred and George were talking quietly in the corner, while Ginny was gabbing with her friends.
Ron walked over the Harry and Hermione and sat down. Ginny stopped talking and walked over expectantly. Ron shot her a murderous look, and she walked out huffily, her friends in tow.
Harry opened his mouth expectantly, but then changed his mind and closed it again. Hermione, however, got straight to the point.
"What happened, Ron?" she said eagerly.
Ron had to decide how to broach the subject delicately. "Well," he started. "It's like this: I woke up to find myself in a strange bed, in a strange house, next to someone I didn't recognise. I walked into the living room and saw a load of picture. One of them was a wedding picture. It was of me—and you, Hermione."
Hermione gasped. Harry snickered silently, but Ron didn't see. Fred and George got up from their seat in the corner and walked over to hear Ron's story.
"Me?" Hermione said in disbelief. "We're—married?"
Ron blushed slightly. "The biggest shock came later that day. You came home and told me—" Ron trailed of, deciding it better not to tell this part of story, but it was too late.
"What?" questioned Harry expectantly. "What did she tell you?"
"She told me—she told me," Ron was brick red by now. "She told she was pregnant." Ron cringed, awaiting a rampage from Hermione.
Hermione sat with her mouth agape, in complete shock. She looked slightly pale. "I was—pregnant?"
"Yeah, Hermione," started George, "people do get pregnant when they're married, you know."
Harry elbowed George. "Go on, Ron," he encouraged.
Ron told them the rest of the story. He had to admit, they were a very attentive audience. They laughed in the right places and gasped when things went wrong for Ron. He tactfully omitted the night Hermione played the "trick" on him.
"So how did you like being married to Hermione, Ron?" asked Fred with a teasing edge in his voice.
Hermione had sat silently through the whole story. Ron was incline to be slightly taken aback at her disgust with him, but he chose to ignore it. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel around Hermione right now; things were a bit awkward.
"Where's everyone else?" he asked, trying to draw attention away from himself.
"They're all outside," said Hermione. "It's a beautiful day."
But Fred and George had other interests; they wanted to pelter Ron with more questions.
"So did you kiss her, Ron?"
"Ah, ickle Ronniekins was married."
"What else did you do, Ron?"
"Get off it!" Ron shouted, turning more crimson with every unrelenting question. He knew Fred and George were just trying to get the best of him, but it was working.
"No!" he shouted finally. "I didn't kiss her," he lied.
Ron thought Hermione looked slightly put out, but he could have just imagined it.
Fred and George eyed him suspiciously.
Sensing Ron's embarrassment, Harry changed the subject to the previous day's Quidditch match.
Hermione wasn't too interested. At one point, Ron caught himself straying from the conversation and staring at Hermione very openly. He shook his head and looked to see if anyone saw him. Fred got a sly smile on his face and leaned over to whisper something to George. George smiled back.
"Well, I'm off," announced Hermione, rising from her seat. "I've got work to do in the library."
"Wait," called Fred unexpectedly. He got up, grabbed Hermione by the head and kissed her loudly, straight on the lips.
Hermione turned bright crimson, as well as Ron. She was angry as well.
"What was that for?" she demanded shrilly when Fred pulled away.
Giving a small wink to Ron, he said slyly, "Well, if Ron won't hurry up and kiss you, I guess I have to!"
"What?!"
"He's only liked you for the past two years, Hermione. I got tired of him just staring at you all the time."
Hermione stood sputtering, looking at Ron open-mouthed. Ron didn't trust his voice to say anything. He just sat, mortally embarrassed.
A/N—Nanner, nanner, it's FINALLY over! NO MORE PARTS! I know this one's bit short, but I really would like to go watch the Olympics…I really like the ending—VERY Weasley twinish…cute. PLEASE REVIEW if you haven't already, and THANK YOU SO MUCH for reading my wonderfully bizarre series! Farewell and God bless! I love you guys!
-Megan-
Disclaimer—Ian Thorpe lost the 200m freestyle, hah! Lenny Krayzelburg won the 100m backstroke! Yay! China won men's gymnastics, and I am free, because JKR just won the most accomplished modern magical fantasy seven-part "children's" book series gold medal.