A quick note:
I highly recommend you read my first story DEAR BEAUTIFUL. The stuff here will be easier to understand.
I'm not anything close to being the real author of Harry Potter…I wish!
"An airplane?" Ron's eyes went wide.
I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, Ron. We are going to Chicago in an airplane."
Ron sat on one of our packing boxes and to his horror it caved in. Ron was now sitting on the floor surrounded by picture albums.
When I laughed at him, Ron glared. "It's going to take forever! Like an entire day! Why can't apparate? We are magicly bringing the boxes…"
Leaning over Ron, I kissed his cheek. "Alright Ron, let's apparate. It's be like 'Oi! We're in America, it's a shame that I no longer have an arm!"
Ron bit his lip. I knew that he was trying not to laugh at me. "Hermione ever so often you turn out to be pretty funny,"
While Ron fixed himself a sandwich, I couldn't help but wonder if we were making the correct decision. Three weeks ago, on the last day of our honeymoon we decided to start something new. Ron and I were planning to move to Chicago for around six months and just live. There would be no working, no family, just the two of us newlyweds living in the States.
It was horribly exciting. The idea that we were on our own was great. No one would know that we were magic folk. Chicago had two wizarding villages, Penedine and Saint Alexanders. But we were staying in Hyde Park, which was chosen because I wanted to live with history.
"Hey Hermione? Should we pack the furniture?"
I rolled my eyes at Ron. "We will get new furniture when we move to Chicago. Remember that we are renting out your flat while we're gone. The furniture comes as part of the deal,"
Scrunching up his nose Ron sat on our bed. "But this is our bed! I don't want people in the bed where we had sex!"
"Remember how we talked about how the bed is going to Shell Cottage? Bill and Fleur are not even living there. They are willing to take it."
Shaking his head Ron muttered, "I don't remember having this conversation,"
"Two days ago?" I loved Ron, but sometimes I simply had no idea how to deal with him. "I came home from work and we had this conversation."
"Nope," He was trying to ward off a smile.
"Unbelievable, Ron!" I this was insane. "Listen. We're packed. Now would probably be a good time to stop by your parents' house. We'll probably see them before we leave but it will give us a chance to say a joint goodbye."
"I can't wait until it's just you and me, Hermione." I couldn't help but agree with him. "I mean think about it. My mum checks on us twice a day. I am not that interesting of a person!"
I shrugged, as I slipped on my coat. "She wants to make sure that you are okay. All parents are like that. Your mum checks on us. It's just like how Harry and Ginny will do anything for the baby they are expecting. Don't you think that we'll want to care about our kids when we have them?"
Ron looked at me head on. "When…do you think we might try for that?"
"I don't know. I think that it shouldn't be something we plan out. When it happens…it happens." Ron nodded and we locked up the flat.
"So Hermione, want to let me side-along you?"
I couldn't help but smile up at Ron. The brisk breeze across our faces whipped and I brought my scarf close to my face. "You want to side-along me?"
"Yeah, you know." Ron grinned at me. "I don't want you to lose an arm or anything,"
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