Author's Note: Yes, it so appeared that shivvyshiv disappeared from the
face of this earth, but I'm back, people, with a whole new fic idea. It's
just that I was working on this other extremely important project, but
never be the mind. I know I'm so irresponsible with my fics, but unlike the
others, I actually know where this one is going, so I think I'll finish. I
hope you like it!
Disclaimer: These guys aren't mine, so LEAVE ME ALONE!!! Hee hee.
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked to the sound of a breaking plate.
Ron, removing his lips from the side of her neck, grinned sheepishly. "What?"
"None of that while I'm doing the dishes," she scolded, but a light blush appeared on her cheeks as she resumed her work.
"Oh, come on," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her. "Give yourself a break. You've been working like crazy all week."
"You should take a leaf out of my book," Hermione muttered.
"Well, aren't we cocky?" Ron teased back.
"You know how badly I need that job at the Ministry," she said. "Can you imagine? I'll be able to work with the Minister himself! Sorry, herself."
"Right, y'are," Ron replied. "I think McGonagall deserved it....... even if she was the strictest teacher."
"Be thankful it's not Snape. But if I get this job, well, I really think things can get really great for us."
"Aren't things great already?" Ron said. And as far as he was concerned, things were.
Hermione and he were only twenty three years old, fresh from college. After Hogwarts, both had attended their own college programs for magic, Hermione mastering in Arithmancy, and Ron choosing, surprisingly enough, a field of wand making. He had discovered the career fascinating in his seventh year while working as an apprentice over the summer for Ollivander. After college, Harry, Hermione and Ron had been just twenty-two, and had found each other once again. Just as soon as he'd renewed his relationship with Hermione, Ron proposed, and they'd been married just a year since. Even though they lived in a crummy flat, Harry was only four blocks away, they both had fairly well paying jobs, and their careers were just beginning to take off.
"No, Ron," Hermione sighed. "Things are wonderful, yes, because I have you and there's always Harry and the rest of the Weasley lot, but still. Maybe with the new job I can get us into a better apartment. Maybe even a house, Ron!"
"We don't need a house," Ron said shortly.
Hermione appeared uncomfortable in response, but Ron knew better than to press her.
"Well," he said, picking up a dish and resuming conversation. "What about this job? How is working with McGonagall going to help your career as an Arithmancist any?"
"Ron," she said, shooting him a bossy look. "Haven't you been paying any attention to what I've been telling you for the past week?"
No. "Of course I have. I just need a reminder."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Reminder, my foot. Ron, if I were to get this job, well, I'd be the Ministry's very own Arithmancist. It's one of the highest paying jobs in the entire magical world! It's extremely difficult, yes, but I'd be the first girl ever to do it, and I know I can."
Ron leaned over to kiss the top of her head. "I know you can."
"So?" she asked, drying the very last dish. "When's the wand shop opening?"
"Don't know," he said, scratching his head. "A few more meetings with dad, I reckon, and I'll figure out about how to get a spot in Diagon Alley."
She nodded her head as they walked into the living room. "Sounds wonderful."
They sat down on the sofa.
"Ron," she said, turning to him suddenly.
"Yes?"
"What would you think......" She seemed nervous, as she paused, and then swallowed. "What would you think about having children?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, suddenly panicky. "Hermione, you're not..... Are you.....?"
"No!" she cried. "Of course not! Strictly hypothetical situation. I was just wondering what your thoughts on the subject were, is all."
"Oh," he said, settling down. "Well, I..... I suppose it would be all right, actually." He took a minute to thihk about it. "It might even be, I don't know, nice. Maybe. As long as they don't act like Ginny."
She threw him a punch in the shoulder. "Ron!"
"What?" he asked sheepishly the second time that day.
"Babies are wonderful, all babies," she insisted. "And I'm sure your sister was much more of an angel than you were." She grinned wickedly.
"You didn't know my sister." Then he jumped on her, starting a tickle fight.
She grabbed a sofa cushion and began to hit him with it, and they felt just as young as they were.
Just another day in the life...... Ron thought.
It was a life he loved. *******************************************
EEEEEK! Okay, I know this seems a little pointless, perhaps rushed, but trust me. It will get better. I just needed this cute intro thingy. So PLEEEASE REVIEW! IF YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO READ MY STORY, YOU HAVE THE RESPONSIBILITY TO REVIEW!!!!
Shivvyshiv
Disclaimer: These guys aren't mine, so LEAVE ME ALONE!!! Hee hee.
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked to the sound of a breaking plate.
Ron, removing his lips from the side of her neck, grinned sheepishly. "What?"
"None of that while I'm doing the dishes," she scolded, but a light blush appeared on her cheeks as she resumed her work.
"Oh, come on," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her. "Give yourself a break. You've been working like crazy all week."
"You should take a leaf out of my book," Hermione muttered.
"Well, aren't we cocky?" Ron teased back.
"You know how badly I need that job at the Ministry," she said. "Can you imagine? I'll be able to work with the Minister himself! Sorry, herself."
"Right, y'are," Ron replied. "I think McGonagall deserved it....... even if she was the strictest teacher."
"Be thankful it's not Snape. But if I get this job, well, I really think things can get really great for us."
"Aren't things great already?" Ron said. And as far as he was concerned, things were.
Hermione and he were only twenty three years old, fresh from college. After Hogwarts, both had attended their own college programs for magic, Hermione mastering in Arithmancy, and Ron choosing, surprisingly enough, a field of wand making. He had discovered the career fascinating in his seventh year while working as an apprentice over the summer for Ollivander. After college, Harry, Hermione and Ron had been just twenty-two, and had found each other once again. Just as soon as he'd renewed his relationship with Hermione, Ron proposed, and they'd been married just a year since. Even though they lived in a crummy flat, Harry was only four blocks away, they both had fairly well paying jobs, and their careers were just beginning to take off.
"No, Ron," Hermione sighed. "Things are wonderful, yes, because I have you and there's always Harry and the rest of the Weasley lot, but still. Maybe with the new job I can get us into a better apartment. Maybe even a house, Ron!"
"We don't need a house," Ron said shortly.
Hermione appeared uncomfortable in response, but Ron knew better than to press her.
"Well," he said, picking up a dish and resuming conversation. "What about this job? How is working with McGonagall going to help your career as an Arithmancist any?"
"Ron," she said, shooting him a bossy look. "Haven't you been paying any attention to what I've been telling you for the past week?"
No. "Of course I have. I just need a reminder."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Reminder, my foot. Ron, if I were to get this job, well, I'd be the Ministry's very own Arithmancist. It's one of the highest paying jobs in the entire magical world! It's extremely difficult, yes, but I'd be the first girl ever to do it, and I know I can."
Ron leaned over to kiss the top of her head. "I know you can."
"So?" she asked, drying the very last dish. "When's the wand shop opening?"
"Don't know," he said, scratching his head. "A few more meetings with dad, I reckon, and I'll figure out about how to get a spot in Diagon Alley."
She nodded her head as they walked into the living room. "Sounds wonderful."
They sat down on the sofa.
"Ron," she said, turning to him suddenly.
"Yes?"
"What would you think......" She seemed nervous, as she paused, and then swallowed. "What would you think about having children?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, suddenly panicky. "Hermione, you're not..... Are you.....?"
"No!" she cried. "Of course not! Strictly hypothetical situation. I was just wondering what your thoughts on the subject were, is all."
"Oh," he said, settling down. "Well, I..... I suppose it would be all right, actually." He took a minute to thihk about it. "It might even be, I don't know, nice. Maybe. As long as they don't act like Ginny."
She threw him a punch in the shoulder. "Ron!"
"What?" he asked sheepishly the second time that day.
"Babies are wonderful, all babies," she insisted. "And I'm sure your sister was much more of an angel than you were." She grinned wickedly.
"You didn't know my sister." Then he jumped on her, starting a tickle fight.
She grabbed a sofa cushion and began to hit him with it, and they felt just as young as they were.
Just another day in the life...... Ron thought.
It was a life he loved. *******************************************
EEEEEK! Okay, I know this seems a little pointless, perhaps rushed, but trust me. It will get better. I just needed this cute intro thingy. So PLEEEASE REVIEW! IF YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO READ MY STORY, YOU HAVE THE RESPONSIBILITY TO REVIEW!!!!
Shivvyshiv