This is only my second fanfiction. But I just had this picture of Ron and Hermione talking about past relationships and thought it would make a good and funny story. You know how Ron reacts to such things... Anyway if you like it and would like to read more please review. So here is the first chapter.
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It was one of our rare quiet evenings together. We were sitting at home in our living room with a bottle of Scotch whisky Minerva McGonagall had given to Ron as a birthday present. Normally I'm not one for drinking something stronger, but after a tough day at the ministry we had earned it. Ron was reforming the Auror department together with Harry and I was at that time still working in the department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Today had been rather tough as I was currently trying to establish new laws concerning the giants. Not only was it hard to convince my colleges that giants should be given more areas to live in and more rights to decide certain things for themselves but I also constantly had to deal with Grawp, Hagrid's younger half-brother. For a giant Grawp was quite pleasant and civilized but he still tended forget himself and pick me up when he got excited. Besides I was in constant danger of being trodden on. To make a long story short, I was very grateful for this calm evening.
"I wonder what she'll be like," said Ron, startling me out of my thoughts. I knew immediately what he was talking about. A couple of days ago we had learned that I was pregnant and that we would get a daughter. "I don't know" I said honestly. Actually I was quite nervous about the whole thing. I was very happy but I felt a bit insecure. I had started reading both muggle and wizarding books about childcare and parenting and hoped to become a good mother. "I just hope she comes after you in looks and brains," Ron sighed. I laughed at that. "Or she'll get your red hair, freckles and nose and my childhood teeth and bushy hair." Rons eyes grew wide in shock. "Bloody hell. No!" I laughed at his shocked face. "No, she'll be beautiful, you'll see," I soothed. It calmed me greatly to know that I could always go to the Potters to ask for help. Harry and Ginny already had a child James Sirius, to whom Ron was Godfather.
We were silent once more each hanging after our own thoughts. After a while I noticed Ron glancing at me. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Ron blushed slightly and stammered: „I've just been wondering…oh forget it." "What is it?" I asked. "Nothing." "Oh come on, I know you. Spit it out!" His blush intensified and I became really curious what he was going to say. "Well, I've always wondered…Back in our fourth year…You know, when you was with Krum…" He paused again. Then he seemed to give himself a push. "Did you sleep with him?" he blurted finally out. "No," I said, "we just kissed, but that was all." Ron looked slightly relieved, but then he asked: "Does that mean I was the first? You didn't have a boyfriend after Krum until me…" Now it was my turn to blush. I had always avoided that question, but now, slightly tipsy I had walked directly into the trap. I felt my pulse quickening and I wondered whether I should refuse the answer. He certainly wouldn't like the answer, but I knew him well enough to know, that he would now pester me until he had the answer. "Well?" he prompted. "Ok, Ron I'll tell you, but only if you promise me not to make a scene and not to talk to him about it." "What, is it that bad?" he asked jokingly. But I knew he was trying to hide his anxiety. "Do you promise?" I asked again. "Ok, I promise," he sighed. "And don't talk to him!" "But that sounds as if I know him very well!" he said shocked. "Hey, wait a minute, not Harry?" "No, not Harry!" Again I saw relief flood his face. That would have confirmed the image one of Voldemorts Horcruxes had presented him with, before he had destroyed it. Now I knew that I finally had to spit it out. "Fred and George," I mumbled. "WHAT?" he yelped. "BOTH of them?" "Yes, both of them," I said blushing further. I knew that I had really shocked him. But there was nothing for it, it was the truth, although it had shocked me too at the time. I've never told anyone about it. Whom should I tell? Ginny would probably have been as shocked as Ron. Harry might have understood, but I couldn't talk to Harry about something this intimate. "How – why - when? You…my brothers…that's almost worse than Krum or Harry…"he spluttered.
"Well there had been a series of little moments that led up to it really," I said. "The first one was at the yule ball in our fourth year." And so I told him the whole story.