Hi guys! :) Yes, 'tis me yet again. XD This is a story that's plot has been dictated to me by rhmac12, so kudos to her! As you may have noticed (by the fact that I've done one of these before), I tend to listen to requests for fics, so...REVIEW! XD Didn't see that one coming a mile off. Another little ramble of mine, but I was just wondering if any of you who are reading this have read my fic about R&H's wedding (Ron and Hermione, not Rose and Hugo. *shiver* Nasty thoughts. XD). So for all you returners, if you could tell me, I will go insane (for the billionth-going-on-trillionth time) and send you happy replies. XD XD Anywho, thanks again to BuzzCat-who-is-awesome for being beta. :) Cheers!
Disclaimer: This kind of stuff makes me depressed (especially when I have no claim over anything at all, basically), so I'll just get on with it. I don't own anything. Gah.
Chapter 1: Surprise!
Hermione sighed as she closed the door to the apartment that she was renting with Ron for their honeymoon in the Caribbean. Heh, honeymoon. She still had a bit of trouble getting used to the fact that she was married to Ronald Bilius Weasley, but now there would be even MORE to get used to. She wondered vaguely how Ron would react as she went into the kitchen and helped herself to some leftovers from the night before. She was just about to dig into her buttered squash when she heard a door close down the hall and Ron come into the kitchen. Oh joy, she would probably have to tell him immediately. Ron flashed her a lopsided grin as he opened the refrigerator and began to rummage through it's contents. Hermione got a funny little smile and a far off look on her face for a little bit after that, remembering last night.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ron asked, settling on some wonky fish and chips they had got the other day down at the pub. Well, it was ACTUALLY called a bar, but he thought of it more as a pub, still. Old habits, and all that.
"Erm...Ron, I have to tell you something important." Hermione said, squirming under his gaze. Ron blanched and Hermione swore she could him draw back into his shell that had developed after the war. It broke her heart to see him that way.
"You're not leaving me, are you?" he asked warily, and so gravely that it made Hermione want to laugh. That ticked him off a bit, though; this was serious.
"No, darling. You see, it's just that I'm...I'm...I'mgonhavebaby." she spluttered out, making Ron look at her in a confused way. It weirded him out a bit to see her talk lke him when embarrassed.
"Erm, not that I don't love the way you speak, ar anything, but could you possibly say that a little slower? Like at a speed that normal humans can comprehend?" he asked, making her roll her eyes at him exasperatedly.
"I'm pregnant, Ronald." she said, and it was in such a bossy tone that Ron dropped his dinner (not much of a loss, anyway) and fainted. Hermione looked down at him for a moment and shook her head sadly.
"Will he ever stop being so dramatic?" she asked no one in particular as she knelt down and proceeded to check his pulse. Everything seemed alright, so she decided that muggle resuscitation wouldn't be necessary.
"Enervate!" she said, and Ron suddenly woke with much spluttering and wide eyed exclamations.
"What-where am I? And-...BLOODY HELL! I'm going to be a father." Ron said this with a certain reverence, and then looked at Hermione hopefully. Hermione nodded. Ron let out a whoop of joy and stood up, then began to twirl Hermione around to the music of his exclamations of joy.
"I'm gonna be a dad, I'm gonna be a dad, I'm gonna be a dad!" he said with such enthusiasm that Hermione was laughing right along with him. Suddenly, Ron realized that he was twirling around his now-pregnant wife and stopped abruptly. Hermione looked up at him quizzically, and he whisked her off her feet without a word and placed her on the couch gently.
"Sorry, I should have been gentler, but I was caught up in the moment." he said, making her roll her eyes and stand up again, only to be guided down once more. Hermione sent Ron a thoroughly peeved look and proceeded to chew him out.
"I'm not a set of fine china, Ronald. I'll be alright to stand and sit like a normal person." she said, standing up with such vehemence that Ron took several steps back in a frightened way. Hermione looked curious for a moment, then took another sudden step forwards, making Ron squeak and hide behind a nearby peice of random furniture.
"What's wrong, Ron? Scared of your wife, who is, as you insinuated, breakable. Shouldn't a big, grown-up like you be able to take me?" she asked, using one of her favorite ploys; the ego. Men usually have very tender egos, you see. Ron was no exception to this rule at all, but then again, anyone who had grown up as Fred and George's younger sibling (or as Percy, but he acted like he fell under that category) would be. Her plan went smashingly, as was portrayed by Ron's red face and flustered mutterings.
"Alright, you're not breakable." he said, as though the words were bring ripped from him by an outside force. Hermione's eyes softened and she smiled. Ron wasn't actually being a prat purposefully for once. Alert the press.
"Oh, come here you great wallop." she said, giving in and hugging him. Ron grinned over Hermione's shoulder, and he knew that his plan had succeeded as well.
Now all that was left to do was tell mum. Oh, bugger.
Muhahaha...can't wait for Molly's face (which I will write if rhmac allows it. ...May I have s'more please? XD). More chapters coming soon (but not immediately, as my updating tendencies lean to weekly. XD)! I really hoped you liked it, rhmac, as well as everyone else (including ASTRIDINES and BuzzCat, my loyal reviewer and beta). Review. :) Betcha didn't see that one coming, did you? XD
-Miriflowers