had done some pretty amazing and brave things in my life. Instrumental in killing the most evil wizard of all time - check. Brightest witch of my age - check. Awesome lawyer at the ministry - check.
Now the one thing I did not have in check... was my boyfriend, Ron. What's the problem, you may ask? That's just it. He's like my perpetual boyfriend. The boy has done some courageous things in his life, too. Destroying a horcrux, entering the Chamber of Secrets, escaping a forest-full of giant spiders, and being one of the best aurors at the Ministry of Magic.
A brave person, wouldn't you say?
But the one thing he was bloody afraid of : commitment.
And the one thing I was the most afraid of came true one day.
We were just sitting on the sofa one Saturday evening in the flat we shared together near downtown London, watching the rain pour down the window, my head on his shoulder, reading a mystery novel. The window was opened just a crack, I loved the sound of the rain. Ron was reading the Daily Prophet, as usual, on the Sports pages. And yes, he still loved the Cannons.
Slowly, I brought my head up to study his face. Unknown to him, I examined his eyebrows and eyelashes. They were so pale and pretty, and framed his gorgeous eyes. Next came his long nose, which luckily didn't come in the way of a good kiss. After that were his lips, and upon seeing them my lips puckered automatically, oh how I love his lips. His mouth twitched a little, exposing his jawline, which any guy would want. I, personally, am a sucker for strong jawlines like his.
And then I mustered up all the Gryffindor courage in me. Come on, Hermione, you can do this. I told myself. You helped kill Voldemort. You created equitable laws. You convinced Ron to not just be friends-with-benefits. You can do this.
My hands shook as I set down the Agatha Cristie on the coffee table. I took a deep breath.
"Ron?"
He looked up from his newspaper, folded it, and placed it on the coffee table so that a picture of the Cannons latest seeker was waving enthusiastically at us.
"What's up?" He said, taking one of my hands, and kissing it. I closed my eyes at his touch.
"Ron... look, I know we've talked about this before, but I really think it's time for us to.. you know... settle down... get married.." I squeaked, so nervous I wasn't even sure if I hadn't spoken complete gibberish.
The look he gave me seemed to confirm my thoughts. He looked confusedly at me, and said, "Yeah, we have talked about this before, and I thought we had agreed that we would wait until our careers are more stable, and to let the Harry-Ginny thing die down."
I inwardly sighed. Harry and Ginny were getting married in a month's time, and the whole family was abuzz with excitement.
"Ron, I'm 28, I feel stable enough, and we both know there is no one else for either of us." I told him gently.
"Bloody hell, Hermione. When did I ever say there was someone else I wanted to be with?" He said, springing up from the sofa.
This time I sighed out loud. "Ron, you're reading too much into it. All I said was that -"
"No, I heard what you said! You're in love with someone else, aren't you? That was a trick statement! Some fancy Ministry bloke, isn't it? That young new chap, Grant, I saw you smile at him the other day! I'm not good enough for you, you need some rich lawyer type, I always wondered why..." he went on.
"Ron, I'm pregnant." I said quietly.
"I always knew it... stupid..." he kept on muttering darkly.
"Ron, I'm pregnant!" I screamed.
In the span of about 30 seconds, I saw his expression go from dark, to dazed, to happy, to dazed again. He stopped talking, and his face turned pale.
"W-what?" He asked.
I felt my heart break. I knew he wouldn't want the baby, but I had already made up my mind, I was keeping it, whether he wanted it or not. I didn't need him around.
"I knew you would say that." I say sadly, standing up from the sofa, and walking to the bedroom to collect his possessions (Hey, you think I would leave? No way! If anyone would leave, it would be him).
But before you could say accio, Ron ran into the bedroom, and promptly began jumping on the bed. Can you imagine? A 6 foot, ginger man, jumping up and down on the bed, a look of euphoria on his face.
"Ron, stop!" I cried, but a huge grin had already broken out on my face. "Ron, you're going to break my bed!"
"Oh, so it's your bed is it?" He said, grinning evilly, before sitting down on the bed, pulling me into his arms and onto the bed with him, so were both lying down facing each other. He put his hand on my belly.
"I can't believe it, 'Mione! I'm going to be a father! The father of your child. I've already decided the name. Ronald Junior. On second thought, maybe we shouldn't subject the kid to the torture I had to endure because of that ruddy name. Maybe Raymond? Something with an R. Rupert, Robert, Richard.. or maybe something with H, after you? Herman, Harold, Hank..."
I laughed. I had a feeling these 4 months were going to be long, but in a good way. "Ron, what if it's a girl? Has that possibility crossed your mind?" I say teasingly.
"A Weasley girl? That's a rare occurrence, Hermione," He replies in the same jocular tone.
But I'm not even a Weasley yet. I think sadly.
As if he was reading my mind, he looked me in the eyes, and said hastily, "Marry me?"
Instantly I jumped off the bed, and begin punching him. "Ron! How many times do I have to say this before it finally penetrates your thick skull? YOU COMPLETE ARSE! That was the most unromantic proposal ever!"
"So-rry." He sticks his tongue out at me. "Don't worry, I'll make up for it." He winks at me.
I laughed again. "You-"
But he silences me with his lips as he pulls me back on the bed.
I pull away and look at him, as he smiles at me.
"So, Hank or Harold? No, I think Harold is too similar to Harry, and that can't be good. He might become scrawny and short, like Harry." He dodges a swat from me, and continues talking.
Typical Ron, just the way I love him.
A/N: Hey guys, this plot bunny just strolled into my head, please tell me your thougts. I am thinking of doing a series of one-shots about Ron and Hermione Post-Hogwarts (like this one). What say? Let me know! Thanks xox
