Disclaimer: I don't own it.


Later that night, Ron lay down in bed, waiting for Hermione to come to bed.

"Hermione, come to bed love, I'm going to be cold." Ron could sense the bathroom light being shut off.

"Ron," she said as she slid on top of him. "This is another part of your anniversary gift."

Ron rubbed at the silk around her butt. "I only gave you one thing."

"Ron, I don't think giving me thirty percent of the Chudley Cannons is nothing." It had been a life long dream to own the Cannons at forty, but he accomplished it twenty-one years early,

"It is; if we are bedroom partners, we should be boardroom partner too. I want to be as equal as possible."

"I know. That's why you're going to get spoiled rotten for a week." She nipped at his neck, making him groan.

"Money is not everything, Mione."

Hermione took a sharp inhale, "Because I have to go on a business trip."

Ron forced her to sit up and looked at her, his pale eyes glowing, "For how long? You know I need help; I can't get around by myself."

"For only three days. Harry's volunteered."

Ron's voice grew in bass, "You let people know that I was going to be here alone and that I need help."

Hermione touched the place were his jaw and his neck met. "I mentioned it in passing at lunch with him; he wanted to spend time with you anyway, so I just told him to come when I leave."

Ron kissed the palm of her hand. "Okay, beautiful. I'm tired; let's just go to sleep."


The next morning, Hermione cooked Ron his favorite breakfast.

"Herm, I need to ask you something."

"Okay, you can."

"Could you shave my face for me? I'm growing a beard again, aren't I?'

Hermione sat in his lap, stroking the stubble, "But it makes you look studly, Ron. But if you want it gone, I'll shave it. Come on let's go upstairs."

Ron sat in the chair, "Don't cut me."

Hermione lathered up his face with Fingannin's Fancy Shaving Cream, "Have I ever? I shave your face for you everyday, remember?" Hermione dotted their nose with the shaving cream and Eskimo- kissed Ron. "Seamus has made a lot of money with this shaving cream."

"Yeah, he has. Hermione can I ask you something?"

He could hear the smile in her voice, "You just did, but go ahead."

"Do you ever doubt my love?"

Hermione dipped the razor into the water in the sink behind her. "No."

"Why? I can't even see you; how can you love something that you can't see?"

"Easy, true love has no eyes. If true love could see do you think that Remus would fall in love with Minerva or Albus with Sybil? Because love is blind and you are too, we are much better off. I doubt if you could see me you would still love me." Hermione wiped away the last bit of shaving cream.

"I truly, truly would. Your body is amazing, but your mind is what made me fall in love with you. I love you, Herm."

Hermione took his hands and placed them on her abdomen. "Do you feel it?" She asked wistfully.

His eyes clouded and he pulled her closer. "You're hungry; I can feel that, but nothing else."

He heard the laughing in her voice, "I ask, Ron, because I am expecting a child, your child."

Ron stood up and held her even closer. "I need to be able to breathe, Ron."

He let her go quickly, afraid she might break. "But I won't break either. Come one let's take a walk."

Out in the gardens, spring had erupted full force; the bees were buzzing, the flower blossoming.

Hermione talked to Ron about what she wanted do later.

"I want to start on this garden before I get too fat."

"I can help; look at the humming bird. He's going to pollinate that flower," He pointed to a flower the humming bird. Hermione snuggled closer in his embrace. "You know how I could tell?"

She shook her head. "I could tell by colors everything gives off. Everyone has a color. You have my favorite color red. It's not the color of a flower, or Weasley, it's just the perfect shade of red. Indescribable red, brilliant, but subtle red."

Hermione stopped him, tip-toed, and kissed his nose. "I love you Ronald Weasley."

Later that night, Ron was in his studio, painting. The therapist said it would be good for him to paint his feeling out, but he didn't really want until the conversation he had with Hermione.

He worked on this one portrait for a straight hour before Hermione looked in on him. He sighed, dropping his paint brush on a near by counter. "Hermione, you might as well come in if you're not going let me work in peace."

Hermione got a stool and sat behind him, rubbing his shoulders. "Ron, how do you know it is me?"

"I told you, I can see your color. He turned and looked at her. (Well turned his eyes to her)

"Ron do you remember our first kiss."

Flashback

"Ron, you have to try." Hermione pushed the Braille book back to Ron, who picked it up and threw it at something. Ron stood up quickly, crossing his arms about his chest.

"No! I don't; everyone thinks it is easy to have this problemâ€this disability; well, it's not."

"I know, Ron-"Hermione tried to embrace him, but he shoved her away.

"Hermione, if I may be frank, you don't know shit." Hermione inhaled slowly; the therapist told her this would happen: that Ron felt so different that he would shut everyone out then let them in when he was ready. Hermione sat back down and waited for him to have his fit; this was only the beginning. "I don't know who is going to want me know? What woman wants to date, let alone marry, a cripple like me?" Hermione mumbled something that he couldn't here. "Speak up, Mione, I want to hear about how you sympathize, how you understand. Go on, stay it." She walked around the table and stood right in front of him.

"I said I would, Ronald Weasley. I said I would want to date someone like you! You don't see that though, you don't see that I live out here. I even help you get into the shower every damn day, Ron!"

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand; she couldn't believe she said that to him. Hermione looked at the floor, waiting for him to erupt like Mt. Vesuvius.

But he didn't.

Ron lifted up her chin, and kissed her.

After a few seconds, she pulled away.

"How did you know where my lips were?"

He smiled, his first really smile in a long time.

"I've been practicing."

Author's note: I know really super lame, but that's all I got for now.

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