Till Death Do Us Part
Chapter 2 – Our Life
By amarthaine
Once we got back from our honeymoon, we found a quaint little apartment in the housing area of Diagon Alley. It was perfect – small and easy to keep clean, but it had a great view over the gardens that the place had. Often, we would find ourselves wandering through those gardens, remembering everything from our school days and deciding what we wanted to do with our lives. For the time being, I was going to train to be an auror and work in the store with George in my free time, for extra money. Hermione was going to see if she could get a job at Flourish & Botts while she looked into being a lawyer – she had decided against becoming an auror merely because there wasn't much of a point anymore. True, we still had those loose Death Eaters running around determined that they would be the one that would revive Lord Voldemort's mission in life, but usually they weren't that hard to take down. The good ones, like Malfoy senior, had requited that profession and were working with the Ministry to catch others who wouldn't do us. Of course, a lot of veritaserum was used in the process to determine if what they said i was /i the truth.
Everyone was going perfectly. My training was harsh, that's true and I won't try to deny it. But even though we didn't have much time together, we made the most of the time we did have together. Not long after we'd moved into the apartment, I believe it was about five weeks after; I got home from a long day of training wanting to only go to bed and pass out. But once I walked into that apartment, everything changed. Hermione had cleaned and had the lights dimmed down. Faint music was echoing throughout the room, and a pleasant smell was drafting towards me from the kitchen. Sniffing, I took my jacket off and left it just inside the door, along with everything else I had on me. I slowly followed the smell towards the kitchen, only to see Hermione frustrated as she was cooking, flour covering her head to toe. She was muttering quietly, she obviously hadn't heard me enter. Ever so quietly, I sneaked up behind her and snaked my arms around her waist, smiling as she jumped ever so little.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you expected some pleasurable company." I whispered quietly into her ear, chuckling quietly as I felt her skin flame up in a blush under my cheek.
She made an effort to turn around and face me, so I loosened my hold around her waist and allowed her to turn around. Once she had settled against my chest again, I tightened my grip on her, breathing in deeply the smell of her hair. "What would be the special occasion that calls for this?" I whispered quietly in her hair, not wanting to ever let go of her.
For a few moments, she said nothing, so I waited patiently for her to tell me. Eventually, she began to speak. "Now, you can't think me stupid or anything." She mumbled into my chest, and I made a vague inclination that I wouldn't and for her to continue.
"But today, it's been seven years since you saved me from that troll. In first year, remember? Tonight is Halloween." Loosening my grip a little, I leaned back and looked down at her face, smiling as I noted the blush spreading across her cheeks again.
Leaning down, I kissed her forehead. "It was the beginning of something special. I'm sorry I ever made you mad enough to hide in the bathroom in the first place." Hermione smiled, and I undid the apron that was tied around her waist. "To save some time, and because I'm starving, let's finish this the magical way." I pulled the apron over her head and, pulling my wand out of my pocket, muttered scourgify to clean the flour off of her. Turning to the rest of the kitchen, I muttered a few choice spells and smiled in satisfaction as everything returned to its rightful place and the food was ready.
Together, the two of us moved everything into the dining room and I conjured a bottle of wine and poured some in each of the glasses sitting at the table. Insuring that Hermione wasn't around, I pointed my wand at myself and muttered a couple more spells to clean myself up and get in something nicer. Looking down, I was satisfied to see nice black pants, though a little worn, and a nice white sweater, hand made by my mum. It wasn't the nicest – but it was the best I could do with the amount of money I had at the moment. And Hermione didn't care for that sort of the reason – which made me love her anymore.
After I couple of moments of arranging items on the table so it was arranged perfectly, I heard a noise from the doorway, and I found myself looking up. Swallowing, I allowed my jaw to drop a little as I saw Hermione. She was wearing a simple black dress – but it was something I'd never seen her wearing the likes of before. The cut came right at her thigh, and every time she would move, more thigh was exposed. It was strapless and clung perfectly to her body. It was like her wedding dress – only much more provocative in the results.
"Surely, I'm the luckiest man on Earth today." I managed to mumble and was rewarded with Hermione's bell like laughter rebounding off of the walls. "There must be something more than this just being seven years since the beginning." I raised my eyebrows at her and was only rewarded with a sneaky smile from her. With that, we both took a seat, and began eating dinner, the soft and quiet music becoming a little louder, but not so much that it ruined the mood.
For the next hour or so, we enjoyed our dinner, talking of things that happened in the past. Anything from that night with the troll, to our third year at Hogwarts when she suckered punched Malfoy. Those glorious memories of when our greatest fear was of getting in trouble by the teachers for something. And what Voldemort would do next. The days before we knew what would truly have to happen between Harry and Voldemort. The days before Harry became…changed because of that. Then finally, the days when Voldemort was gone – those days before our wedding. The night Harry had proposed to Ginny, only the week before. They planned on having a Christmas wedding. It was going to be the thing to talk about for that year.
Finally, we ran out of food, and I sat their expectantly waiting for Hermione to tell me what else there was to this special night. Though, I certainly wasn't going to complain about it. As I watched Hermione, a couple of locks of hair fell in front of her face and I watched as she fiddled with the napkin sitting on the table. Eventually, she spoke from behind the layer of hair. "Ronald…I-" here she paused, but finally she gained enough strength to look up at me and finish her sentence. "I want children before I get too old – I want your mum to be able and see our children. I want little Weasley's running around the house…" She finally trailed off and I smiled wickedly.
Getting out of my chair, I walked around to where she was sitting on the table, pulling her hair back from her face and tracing her jaw lines with my fingers. "Then why are we waiting?" I whispered quietly, grinning as she turned around in a rush to look at me – I could tell she was expecting me to argue about it. Taking her small hands into my large ones, I pulled her out of her chair gently, and kissed her slowly and passionately. I felt her crumple into my arms and I pulled away.
"Why don't we go somewhere a little more…appropriate?" I grinned evilly as I watched Hermione practically melt into my hands as she nodded at me. Practically carrying her out of the dining room, I carried her to our master bedroom in the apartment. Settling her gently on the bed, I turned around and shut the door behind us.
You can't really expect me to tell farther, can you? These are the few precious moments I still have to treasure while I can remember.
Author's Note: so here is the next one ) I'll have this all up within a couple of minutes since it is done, just the process of adding them will delay it. As always, rate and review!!
