Taking place two years after Traveling Forward with them being twenty-four years old and happily married. But with marriage comes risks…ENJOY! LAST MOVIE COMING SOON!
"What do you think?" asked Ron as he planted a box on the wooden floor. Hermione stepped slowly into the house, her face in a bright smile. The room was large with two windows at the opposite wall and two more that border the huge brick fireplace. The walls were pale green, one of Hermione's favorite colors.
"I love it," she sighed happily. After nearly two years of marriage with her husband, they have finally found the perfect house to live in and call their home. For a while they lived in Hermione's apartment, but then they wanted a place that was bigger and homier like Ron's parents' house, the Burrow.
Ron walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist, his head resting on her shoulder. "I knew you would. And you haven't even seen the rest of it. Come on, I'll show you the kitchen," murmured Ron as he pulled Hermione along side him to another doorless doorway.
The kitchen was a perfect size, the counter jutting out three feet to the middle, the cupboards a honey brown wood and the floor a tile of gray and white checkers. Hermione slid her hand across the counter and looked out the nearest window, revealing a lustful field behind a patch of freshly cut grass. With the window open, Hermione breathed in the smell of the outside.
"One of your favorites, huh?" asked Ron as he walked over to the other window, opening the glass closer.
"What?" asked Hermione back confused.
"The fresh cut grass," commented Ron simply, "one of your favorite smells that you love. Like, spearmint toothpaste and new parchment and…what was that last one again Mrs. Weasley?" he teased.
"Nothing, Mr. Weasley," Hermione muttered back with a blush.
"No no, I remember what it was. My hair."
"Oh, shut up," Hermione ordered with an annoyed but warm expression.
"That's what I was expecting," he laughed and walked back over to her, his hand tangled in hers.
"I believe there is more?" asked Hermione knowingly as she pulled him to a staircase just outside a second doorway. The second floor was just as welcoming as the first with peace colored walls and an open space to walk to the doors. On the right was the bathroom with three empty bedrooms covering the other two walls. On the left were double Dutch doors that opened to a porch.
"I can't believe you found it," said Hermione.
"Why? You thought I would find something like a shack?" accused Ron.
"No, Just that it is too perfect. You must have read my mind with a spell," joked Hermione. When Ron chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head, Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Did you?" When he smiled sheepily Hermione's face fell. "You did!"
"What's the harm? At least I found what you wanted, right?" defended Ron quickly. Hermione glared at him before sighing.
"That's true. But do you like it? I don't want you to do this just for me," spoke Hermione truthfully.
"No, I love it. Reminds me of when we spent our holidays at the Burrow when we went to Hogwarts."
"Yes, I remember. Didn't you blush like crazy when you almost walked in on me?" questioned Hermione.
"What? No I didn't!" shouted Ron.
"Yes, you did! It was going to be our sixth year and you nearly charged through my door when I was dressing!"
"I didn't charge! I knocked!"
"Knocked while you came barging in I suppose?"
"No no no! It's just that Mum was yelling at me to call you down for breakfast and she was going to beat me if you didn't. I thought you were so engrossed in a book or something to hear me calling you."
"No, I heard you. I just thought I would have my skirt on in time to walk out the door. I didn't think you came upstairs that fast."
"Yeah, well…"
"And I remember your face! Red as your hair!"
"Stop it," muttered Ron embarrassed.
"No really! Was it my anger that scared you or my bare skin?"
"Hey, I did not see that much! It was only your legs. After all you had a long shirt on."
"So it was when I threw one of my school books at you that you bolted?"
"Why don't we see the other rooms, huh?" asked Ron quickly as he walked to a bedroom, clearly wanting to change the subject. Hermione shook her head, knowing how much trouble she was getting him into. But that's what they do best. It how they became friends to best friends to a couple to marriage.
"Nice, right? I figured this could be ours because of the space and view," explained Ron as he walked to the center of the room. Hermione leaned against the doorframe and eyed the area.
"It is nice. But what about the other rooms?" she asked.
"What about them?"
"Well, there are two extra rooms."
"—Plus the one downstairs," added Ron.
"Yeah. So, who is living in them?"
"No one. I guess they can be guest rooms."
"Is it possible they would be…a permanent guest room?"
"Who are planning to move in? Don't say your parents—"
"No, not them. I thought someone new in this family," answered Hermione quietly.
"Who else could you be-oh," said Ron shocked.
"Do you know what I am talking about?" asked Hermione shyly.
"Um, yeah. I just didn't think you wanted…"
"Didn't think? Come on, Ron, I don't plan on being childless. Its one of the reasons I love your family. So many happy people living together…"
"Do you really want another Fred and George?" hinted Ron.
"I don't think we'll have that problem with us as parents. Come on, Ron," she urged while stepping quickly up to him, her hands grabbing his arm, "Let's do it. Let's have a baby!"
"Well this is sudden," replied Ron still shocked. "Shouldn't we wait until the house is ready?"
"Ron, the baby isn't going to come the very next day. It'll be months until it would be here. Please, Ron. Let's have a baby."
"You know I wouldn't say no. But…"
"What? Is there a problem?" asked Hermione.
"When do we know it's the right time to do it?"
"I guess we'll have to make this a habit then won't we?" smiled Hermione seductively, putting a hand behind Ron's neck to pull him down to her lips.
TO BE CONTINUED! PLUS, IT MIGHT TAKE A FEW DAYS TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO WRITE SHORT AND CRAPPY CHAPTERS. AND I HAVE FINALS THIS WEEK, BUT DON'T YOU WORRY!
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