Disclaimer: I am not nor will I ever be J.K. Rowling, therefore, I own nothing but the plot and Sari.
Summary: It just goes to show that being wrong isn't always a bad thing.
A/N: This is just a little oneshot ficlet I posted for my friend, jessa-beth. She wrote one for me, a Ginny/Draco fic. Since we agreed to make the fics rated M, I will be posting a sequel to this fic at a later date, as I couldn't get it to work out in this one.
A Slight Misunderstanding
Hermione Weasley (née Granger) was lying on her king-size bed, hugging Sari, a giant panda who had been her best friend and confidant since she was six.
"Why did he forget? He's never forgotten before! What if he's cheating on me? Oh, Sari, I love him so much, I don't want to lose him!" Her eyes were red and bloodshot, and her face was streaked with tears, a box of tissues lying forgotten next to her.
Suddenly, she heard keys jingling in the front door, and she dove underneath the covers just as the bedroom door opened.
"Hermione?" Ron called out tentatively, noticing the dark blue taffeta gown thrown haphazardly across an armchair, "Are you okay?"
"Go away, Ron," Hermione choked out, "I don't want to speak to you right now."
"Come on, Mione," Ron begged, crawling on to the bed, "Why can't you tell me what's wrong? I want to help you.
"What's wrong, Ronald? What's wrong!" she screeched hysterically, throwing back the covers, "What's wrong is that you just came home from work at eight, when we were supposed to go out to dinner at six. What's wrong, Ronald is that it is our anniversary, and you completely forgot!"
Ron was staring at her, eyes open wide, and completely speechless, "Her—"
"Save it, Ron. I don't want to hear it. Now, I would appreciate it if you would leave. You may sleep on the couch, if you wish," Hermione finished coldly, glaring at him with a fiery passion hidden behind her eyes that Ron had never seen before.
"But Hermione," he protested weakly, "our anniversary isn't until tomorrow."
"Get out," she said, with a deadly poison laced in her voice, a shaking finger pointing at the door.
Ron slowly got off the bed, looking sadly at her, and headed for the door. With a last withering glance, he opened the door, stepped over the threshold, and closed it behind him.
After he left the room, Hermione completely broke down, large sobs racking through her body, and she was shaking uncontrollably, so much so, that not even Sari could comfort her now. She felt incredibly embarrassed and ashamed, first of all for accusing her husband of forgetting their anniversary, and second of all, it was she who had forgotten when their anniversary was. She was a whole day ahead of herself! How could she ever make this up to him? As she lay in bed pondering what to do, the door to the bedroom opened slowly, barely making any noise. Suddenly she felt a warm object slide into bed next to her.
"Hey," she whispered, "Can we talk?"
He nodded his head, swallowing hard, "I'm really sorry, Mione. I had no idea you were so upset."
"No, Ron. It's my fault. I blew things completely out of proportion, and to make matters worse, I was completely wrong!"
"You're my Hermione," Ron whispered sensually in her ear, " You're never completely wrong. And you can still wear your gown tomorrow evening, and you will look fabulous, and we will go to whatever restaurant you want to go to." He then began to kiss away every tear on her face.
"I love you, Ron," she murmured.
"I love you too," he vowed, "No matter what."