Keys
"Ron!" Hermione called. She was nine months pregnant and she was due any day now. And that day just so happened to be today. Trying to remain calm, she staggered around in search of her husband.
She found Ron perched in a velvety red chair in the sitting room. The newspaper he held flashed pictures of men on broomsticks. Ron looked up when Hermione shuffled in.
"Yes, 'Mione?" He asked, his dark ginger eyebrows knitted together in worry. She took a deep breath.
"It's time." She whispered, trying to keep Ron in a calm state too. But, it was easier said then done.
"What!" He gasped, jumping up and flipping the newspaper into the air. It landed on Crook Shanks, who hissed and darted out of sight. Hermione sighed, while Ron galloped around the room with his hands on the top of his head. He stopped, took one look at Hermione, and then ran into their bed room to retrieve the previously packed suitcase. Ron returned, sat the suitcase at Hermione's feet, and proceeded to recheck the mental to-do list in his head.
He threw a bowl of food on the floor for the cat, along with one filled with water. It sloshed on the tile.
"Ron! Be careful!" Hermione said, exasperated and breathing heavy. Ron, barely paying attention muttered.
"Sorry, Love." he said as he tossed a towel on top of the water and ran it across the cream flood with his bare foot.
"Not trying to make you panic, but can you please hurry up!" She whispered.
"Oh my god, it's time! Your having a baby! Little Rose!" He suddenly remember, gazing back at Hermione.
"Yes, I know that, so will you please find your keys." She growled. Ron darted to the kitchen, the hallway, the bathroom, the bed room, every where.
"Oh bloody hell, where are my keys!" He was yelling, running a anxious hand through his hair.
"This is not the moment to lose my keys! I'm a horrible husband, losing my keys right when my wife is about to have a baby! Oh, stop talking to yourself, Ron and find those damn keys!" Ron mumbled, running around and talking to himself.
"For Merlin's sake Ronald! Are you a wizard or not!" Hermione screeched, the pain becoming steadily worse. Ron stopped.
"What? Oh. Oh, ya!" He wiped out his wand, and yelled "Accio keys!" There was a jingling, and the pocket of Ron's jeans bulged as if something was trying to escape. Ron noticed this, and shoved a hand inside, pulling out several shiny keys on a ring.
"They were in my pocket." Ron grinned sheepishly. He held them out to Hermione to look at.
"Ron!" she moaned. He shook his head. He clamped the key's ring in his teeth and grabbed Hermione suitcase, and swinging her onto his shoulder.
"Ron, you need shoes." She said as she glanced at his still bare feet. I hopped away.
"I'm do dorry 'Erminy! Wet's go 'ave a baby!" He mumbled, leading his gasping wife out the door and kicking close behind him.
Hermione couldn't help but think Merlin, I love this idiot with a smile.
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