"Shut up Hermione."
"No, you shut up!" Hermione screamed back from the couch, placing her hand on the visible bump from her stomach. "It's your fault I'm like this."
Ron sighed exasperated, before turning on her. "Not that again!"
Hermione glowered. "Ron, I just ask you to do one thing, and you can't. Are you the one who's pregnant here? Are you the one who has to vomit every time you eat something?"
"But this is the tenth weird thing you've asked for today! I can't keep supplying for your cravings," Ron said. "I'm sorry, but vanilla broccoli is crossing the line."
Hermione screamed in frustration. "I want vanilla asparagus! Pay attention!" The tears sprung up in her eyes and she glanced away. Damn her and her stupid mood swings.
Ron groaned. Here come the waterworks.
"I'm really sorry Hermione. I'm going to run out and get you vanilla asparagus right now." Ron backed away, and stood at the fireplace.
Where the fuck am I going to get vanilla asparagus? Ron thought as he disappeared in a green poof of Floo Powder.
"Hermione, I found it...vanilla asparagus, just what you wanted."
"That's disgusting! I want cinnamon pickles."
A/N: An odd ending to an odd collection of drabbles. Hope you all liked it!
Done for:
Alphabet Soup Drabble Collection Competition-S for Shut up
OTP Boot Camp-Prompt #40-Want