Ron woke up to a sleeping Hermione nudged up against his right arm. He sighed softly and pulled her close. It had been two days since he had started to tell her his story. Hermione was nervous for the fact that Ron had actually thought about their future together. She would've never expected something that heartfelt coming from him, well atleast not that early in the morning. There they lay, arm in arm, body against body.
Ron had managed to fall back asleep for a few hours and then eventually woke up to Hermione rolling over ontop of him lying down on his stiff chest. She layed her head sideways so her ear was pressed up against his chest so she could feel his heartbeat. Just a few minutes later Ron woke up to his gorgeous wife staring into his eyes with her adorable smile. "Well good morning sleeping beauty." she laughed. "Look who's talking! I already woke up once this morning but you were still asleep and i got bored and decided to go back to bed." He said. "Mhmmm." Hermione groaned. "Honest! It wasn't even light outside yet and the bloody gutter outside our window kept dripping. We really should fix that. I mean, it's not like we literally have to fix it, we are wizards ya know." He said with a grin.
Hermione had started to drift away towards the whole 'resort to doing magic because I'm to lazy to do it myself' way of life, unlike Ron who was too lazy to use the microwave to make his popcorn the other night and used magic instead because one, he didn't feel like getting up off the couch, and two, because he was much to impatient to sit there and wait the WHOLE two minutes for it to pop.
"I'll call the repair man later today." She mumbled.
"Blood hell Hermione! Just use magic! That's what it's there for!" Ron shouted with a hint of humor in his voice.
"Ronald, I am not going to turn into a lazy bum like yourself who can't even wait for popcorn to pop!" She laughed
"Oh come on. That was only the one time!" He smiled.
"Either way, I will call the repair man later today and see if he has time to come and fix it." She said.
"Whatever you want Mrs. Weasley." He said smiling. He loved the feeling of her new name roll of the tip of his tongue. She smiled. "So what do you have planned for today 'Mione?" Ron asked. "Nothing much really, just little errands here and there." "Mind if I come along?" he grinned. "Ronald! Don't be silly, Of course you can!" she shouted. Little did he know that she had planned to go into London to go shopping at Muggle stores for some new work clothes. Ron hated shopping at Muggle stores. He always felt so awkward and out of place. He'd much rather be at the Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley. But of course, that wasn't the case.
After a minute or two of playing footsies, Hermione started to sit up to get off the bed and go get herself ready for the day when Ron grabbed her by the wrist. "Love, come back to bed." he pleaded.
"Ron, it's almost eleven. That'd be the fifth time we've slept in just this week alone. I need to go get ready." She knew what he was trying to do. She knew that he was going to try to tell her the rest of his story, but to be honest, she wasn't as mentally prepared for it as she'd liked to be. "Hermione. Please. Just come sit. Ten minutes tops. Promise." He said smiling. She didn't know which way to go. She knew that she could get away with saying no and that he wouldn't object but she didn't want to hurt his feelings again. "Fine. Ten minutes. Go."
He looked into her eyes smiling. "I know you've had weird feelings about this but I feel as if you're running away from it. So, I'm just going to come right out and say it." There was a short pause and he could hear Hermione swallow. He looked down and looked back up where their eyes met. "Her-"
"-Ron. I know where this is going." She said cutting him off, as usual. "Oh do you now?" he said. "Well, if this is your little 'imagination' story, then yes."
Ron sat there for a minute with a blank look on his face. She had caught onto him. 'Well, time for plan B' he thought. "And where do you think I'm going to take this? First of all, yes you're right. Second of all, will you ever let me talk?" He smiled. Hermione laughed quietly. "You know what, I'm sorry.
Just keep going, I promise I won't interrupt again." She apologized. "Thank you." He said. "I had thought many times of how I was going to tell you this story,
but I could never come up with a brilliant way of telling it. So, I've decided, I'm just going to do it." He said. "Do what Ron?" she questioned. "This." he kissed her.
"Now, before I begin, if you have any questions or anything to say just let me know and I'll stop. Okay?" he said. She nodded softly. She'd always trusted Ron so she decided to just let him to 'do his thing'. "So, Hermione, I've been thinking." 'Wow, theres a first' she thought. "I've been thinking that, well, we've been married for about a year now, and we haven't really talked about it, well, atleast not an in depth conversation." he said staring at his twiddling thumbs. He stopped. "About what Ron?" she knew where he was going, but she just wanted to get him back on track, after all, his ten minutes were almost up. She guessed he didn't beleive that she actually meant only ten minutes. "Oh, sorry, well...alright. I'm just going to come out and say it." he paused. What was he doing? The antisipation was building up in her chest. "Ron?" She said pulling his face towards hers by his chin. "I know what you're thinking about Ron, and well, I've been thinking about it too." she said. 'Hermione had been thinking about it too? No way. She must be thinking about something else. We haven't even talked about it yet!' He pondered. "I...I um, well..." She studdered. "I want to have a baby too, Ron." His hands dropped to his sides slamming against the down comforter.
'Oh, well i guess she was thinking about it!' He said to himself mentally. He looked her in the eyes. "Really? With me?" he asked. "No Ron, Dumbledore! Honestly,
Ron, who did you think I would be talking about?" she said. He laughed quietly. Hermione Jane Gran- Weasley, had wanted to have a baby with HIM. Ronald B-
illius Weasley. 'What on earth was she thinking? I must've hit the lotto. Of all people, the most bloody amazing women on the entire planet, wants to have a baby with ME?' "Ron? Hellllooo?" she said waving her hand infront of his face. "Oh, um...sorry 'bout that. Are you sure Hermione?" he said looking back up at her. "We haven't even talked about it!"
"Well, then lets talk now!" she said.
"Okay, well... What's there to talk about?" he said.
"Uh, good question." She said.
"Well, then uh...when should we start... you know...trying?" he said. He couldn't beleive what was happening. He felt like an eleven year old first year again.
"Well, obviously not right now, your ten minutes is up!" She smiled. 'Bloody Hermione and her bloody schedules.' he thought.
"Oh, well then I guess we'll talk later?" he questioned her as she was starting to get out of bed.
"Yes, Ron, we'll talk later. She got on her hands and knees and kissed him on the cheek and smiled. Then she crawled off the bed and walked towards the bathroom.
'What in God's green earth just happened?' He thought. That had gone a lot easier than he had originally planned.
Hermione walked into the bathroom like she was completely fine. As soon as she closed the door she leaned her back up against it and took a deep breath. "What in the world did I just do" she whispered.