A young woman with long curly brown hair tied up in a loose bun looked down at the mess of paper work in front of her. Since she had taken a long lunch earlier that day she was behind on her work. But looking at the stack of papers that seemed to grow every time she glanced over at them, she couldn't help but feel her body itching to leave and go home to her husband. She dragged her eyes away from the papers and looked up at the clock above her office door coming to the immediate conclusion that she was too distracted to make an attempt at anymore paperwork.

This was very unusual for Hermione Weasley, who never postponed work, but today was different.

Decidedly she pushed her chair back from her large oak desk and stood up yawning. Hastily she gathered up her briefcase and headed out of her office toward the elevators and down to the atrium of the Ministry of Magic. At the atrium she gave Percy Weasley, probably the only other worker of the ministry who worked later than her, a slightly more enthusiastic smile and wave than usual as she took the nearest fireplace home. A moment later she found herself in the fireplace of her and Ron's very modest flat. As she stepped out the fireplace, brushing off some slight soot that had accumulated from the trip she exclaimed, "Ron, I'm home!" Trying not to sound too excited.

Leaving her briefcase by the fireplace she headed toward the kitchen in search of Ron, who hadn't answered her. As she walked into the kitchen she wasn't surprised to find Ron sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet. Ron sat with his back to Hermione reading so she quickly reached around him and pecked him on the cheek as she headed to the sink to address the morning's dishes. As she enchanted the morning dishes to clean themselves and started preparation for dinner by having pots and pans fly out of their cupboards she didn't notice that Ron's knuckles were white or that he hadn't turned a page since she entered the room.

"What do you feel like for tonight?" she cheerfully questioned looking in the fridge.

When his reply was just a "Hmph.." and a shrug she emerged from the fridge with some chicken and other ingredients for the meal she been craving all day long. She hummed a little as she prepared the dinner, waving her wand, silently charming the meal to make itself. When she had everything under control and enchanted to where she didn't have to hover over the stove to make sure everything was doing what it was supposed to she walked up behind Ron.

Running her hands over his chest she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "Good Evening," Not bothering to hide the delight in her voice.

But Ron jerked away coldly to her affectionate greeting. At this she stood up straight and walked over to the sink now extremely agitated (as only Ron could make her) and hurt, having a feeling that his anger was directly targeted at her for the first time she arrived at the flat. It seemed Ron was the only person in the world able to make her go from amazingly pleased to abominably unhappy.

"What's wrong?" She said irritably as she started to dry the now cleaned morning dishes by hand.

Ron just scoffed loudly. This just enraged Hermione more and confirmed that he was indeed angry with her for some reason unknown to her.

"Let me rephrase that then..." She said taking a deep breath and shutting her eyes for a brief moment, "What did I do?"

Ron just snorted loudly, "Oh please! I saw you with him!"

Hermione put down the dishes she was drying with a clatter, rolled her eyes and sighed staring at the back of Ron's head. So it was her seeing Viktor today, was it? Ron's constant jealously of the famed quidditch player when it came to Hermione never ceased to irritated and amaze her to no end.

"Who Ron? I've talked with tons of 'hims' today." she said playing coy as her temper rose quickly.

"Viktor Krum." He said exaggerating every syllable now standing up and facing her, his face read with anger and jealousy.

"Well you should know! Harry and you saw him this morning in the Auror's office when he stopped by to say hello to Harry!" She exclaimed exasperated throwing up her hands.

"Oh please!" Ron snorted again but just stood there stubbornly frustrated.

"Ron! We're old friends, we used to write each other all the time! Of course he would come and see me if he was in town!" Her temper was at boiling point and her brown eyes were blazing.

Ron scoffed, yet again and said, "You were practically glowing, Hermione!"

Hermione just stared at him anger and exasperation shown plainly in her expression and tears now building up behind her eyes as they always did when she became extremely upset. But then Hermione did something that completely surprised Ron: She opened her mouth ready to battle and just as suddenly as her temper had flared, the light disappeared. Hermione closed her now-gaping mouth, turned around, stopped the assorted utensils from stirring the cooking dinner on the stove, turned off the stove and oven, and walked out of the kitchen silent as the dead.

Ron jumped, startled out of his stunned discomposure when he heard their bedroom door slam shut.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. How could he be so... so... Hermione thought angrily as she paced their bedroom floor. She planted herself on the bed as she tried to think of a bad enough word to describe her ridiculous husband's attitude. She was taken out of her revere abruptly when Ron opened the door to their bedroom and walked in the room. She looked up at him, her eyes and face red and puffy from crying. He had ruined it...

"Hermione, I-" Ron started but Hermione interrupted him.

"I'm tired. I'm going to take a bath.." she said coldly, as she wiped her tear stained eyes. Hermione then walked straight past his sorry-filled, confused eyes into the bathroom and slammed the door. She went to the sink and splashed some cold water on her face hoping it would make the redness and puffiness go down. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen... She thought angrily over and over in her head. She started the bath hastily... She didn't want to talk to him. She didn't want it to come out with the bitterness and anger she felt right now. She stepped into the hot water wincing at first at the steaming hot water but got all the way in once she got used to it. She didn't know what Ron was doing... She was glad he hadn't come to the door though. Knowing him he was probably making himself a sandwich for dinner and turning on the radio to listen to a quidditch match of his beloved Chudley Cannons. She could see him in her mind shrugging off the fight that had just occurred and settle himself comfortably on the couch while she agonized over the scene that had just passed.

After an hour of soaking in tub, tracing her finger around her bellybutton, and calming down Hermione got out, dried off and put her robe on as she walked out of the bathroom only to find Ron sitting on the edge of their bed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

"Hermione, I really am sorry... I was being a complete prat." Ron said looking into her eyes trying to find some hope of forgiveness.

She stood there for a second then sat down on the bed next to him, "Ron it isn't that... Well it IS that but..." She sat up and looked into his eyes, "I was glowing this afternoon because I had just..." she gulped, "J-Just found out I was pregnant."

Ron gaped at her for a few seconds then a large goofy grin found it's way to his face, "Hermione!" he exclaimed then realizing how he had treated her earlier that night, "I am such a git!" he yelled embracing her tightly.

She couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, yes you are Ronald Weasley..."

"Oh Hermione! A baby!" He said pushing her shoulders back and looking at her face to face, both of them grinning now.

"I know!" she said happily. Maybe tonight wasn't a complete disaster... She thought to herself.

Then Ron went suddenly concerned, "You haven't told anyone else have you?"

"Of course not!" she said backing away from him completely, ready to put up a fight again.

"I'm sorry... I just... well-"

But Hermione interrupted,

"Prat."She said plainly. "It was quite hard to keep it to myself too. My assistant kept giving me odd looks when she noticed me grinning non-stop..." Hermione said nuzzling her head into his neck affectionately.

"Well I'm glad my wife is a master of self-control. I would have yelled it down the halls of the Auror's offices..." Ron murmured as he put his arms around Hermione.

"Well practice makes perfect..." Hermione said quietly.

"Right..." Ron said as he kissed her head and stroked her hair.

Hermione sat up again, "I need to get some night clothes on..." she said tiredly looking down at her robe.

Ron pulled her back to him and kissed her gently, "Really?" he said with a flicker of mischief in his eyes.

Hermione knew that face anywhere and smiled brightly, "Well now that I think of it I am rather hot in the robe..." She said peeling it off slowly at Ron's eyes looked on in wonder.