A/N: I'm Soooooooooooo sorry this has taken so long, but, to be
entirely fair, it wasn't all my fault. I wrote this on a vacation in
Florida. But, when I got home, my computer crashed on me. It took a week
or so to get it fixed and get a new hard drive. But, when I did, I
couldn't get Microsoft Word installed for another week or so. After
everything on my end was straightened out, fanfiction.net decided to shut
down completely. However, now that everything is worked out, I'll post.
Also, in this post you get to find out Ron's surprise for Hermione. And,
like I've been telling you since the beginning, it's not a physical
surprise. It's not something he bought or made.
After their fight, Hermione and Ron decided it was time to go to sleep. Hermione's room was downstairs, but Ron's was upstairs. So, they kissed each other goodnight and went their separate ways. Hermione was exhausted due to the day's events, and she was asleep in five minutes and dreaming sweet dreams of Ron in ten. Ron, even though he was just as exhausted, couldn't sleep.
Ron's room was upstairs, and on the opposite end of the house from Hermione's. After tossing and turning for twenty minutes, Ron snuck downstairs and woke Hermione up. They had wild sex all night and nine months later they had a kid and got married.
THE END..
JUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTT KIDDDDDINNGG !!!!!!!!
What really happened was this: after twenty minutes of no sleep, Ron figured that he wasn't going to crash anytime soon. He though briefly of going downstairs and seeing if Hermione was still awake, but decided that she had looked pretty exhausted and to leave her alone. Ron ended up sneaking into the library, curling up in a huge, leather armchair, and listening to music. He fell asleep that way ten minutes later and stayed that way all night.
The next morning, Ron was woken up by Hermione shaking him and whispering, "Ron, wake up. Breakfast is ready." Ron moaned and rolled over, thinking her was in bed. Since he was actually in a chair and couldn't roll over, he ended p rolling out of the chair, thus pulling the headphones out of the stereo. The jack flew through the air and smacked Ron in the forehead.
"Hmmr," said Ron. Hermione, who had been trying to keep from laughing, failed in doing so. Ron glared at Hermione, paused to take the bulky headphones off, and then continued, glaring.
"Did you say something about food?" Asked Ron, as he got up from the floor.
Hermione smiled and said, "Yeah, come on. Breakfast is ready."
Ron needed no more incentive. He was off towards food in a second. In a record ten seconds, Ron was downstairs and at the kitchen table. Hermione joined Ron in a normal human fashion.
Hermione and Ron had a nice breakfast with, uh, food. (How am I supposed to know what British people eat for breakfast? I would assume that they eat the same things as Americans do, but I could be wrong. If any British folk out there that want to e-mail me telling what you normally eat for breakfast, then I'll edit it right in.) As breakfast was ending, a group of three owls swooped into the room and dropped off the mail. There were two letters along with Hermione's subscription to the Daily Prophet. Hermione picked the letters up first. The first one was from Harry, asking about her summer so far and such. Pretty standard Harry letter. The other, however, was very mysterious. It was the letter that Ron had written Hermione before he left for her house.
Hermione set the parchment down and looked at Ron, who had stopped eating and was looking at her as well. "What did Harry have to say?" Asked Ron with a small smile.
Hermione replied, "Oh, you know, Harry stuff. What's weird is your letter. What surprise do you have for me?"
Ron said evasively, "Oh, I can't just tell you out of the blue. The moment has to be perfect."
For a second, Hermione looked disappointed, but then she just nodded and said, "Sure Ron, whatever." Next, Hermione picked up the Daily Prophet and began scanning the headlines.
After a few seconds, Ron casually asked, "So, is there any new news about Voldemort in there?"
For a second, Hermione didn't realize the immensity of what Ron said. She opened her mouth to answer Ron, and then it hit her. Her eyes popped open to match her mouth and she just stared at Ron in shock.
Ron smiled sheepishly and waited for Hermione to regain her composure. When she did, she exclaimed, "Ron, you said Voldemort's name! I'm so proud of you!"
Ron blushed fiercely, his face quickly matching his hair. "Yeah," he said, "well, that's my surprise. Do you like it?"
Hermione hugged Ron excitedly and exclaimed, "Of course I do! But what got you to do it?"
"Well, you always told me to confront my fears," explained Ron. Then he shrugged and continued, 'and I figured that since we're a couple now, I might as well start listening to you."
Hermione smiled at Ron and said sarcastically, "I thought listening to me was a no-brainer." She paused and stood up, putting her plate in the sink, "But I guess even a no-brainer isn't simple enough for you!" Then she dashed out of the room, chased closely by Ron.
Next Chapter: Ron and Hermione go to town!
After their fight, Hermione and Ron decided it was time to go to sleep. Hermione's room was downstairs, but Ron's was upstairs. So, they kissed each other goodnight and went their separate ways. Hermione was exhausted due to the day's events, and she was asleep in five minutes and dreaming sweet dreams of Ron in ten. Ron, even though he was just as exhausted, couldn't sleep.
Ron's room was upstairs, and on the opposite end of the house from Hermione's. After tossing and turning for twenty minutes, Ron snuck downstairs and woke Hermione up. They had wild sex all night and nine months later they had a kid and got married.
THE END..
JUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTT KIDDDDDINNGG !!!!!!!!
What really happened was this: after twenty minutes of no sleep, Ron figured that he wasn't going to crash anytime soon. He though briefly of going downstairs and seeing if Hermione was still awake, but decided that she had looked pretty exhausted and to leave her alone. Ron ended up sneaking into the library, curling up in a huge, leather armchair, and listening to music. He fell asleep that way ten minutes later and stayed that way all night.
The next morning, Ron was woken up by Hermione shaking him and whispering, "Ron, wake up. Breakfast is ready." Ron moaned and rolled over, thinking her was in bed. Since he was actually in a chair and couldn't roll over, he ended p rolling out of the chair, thus pulling the headphones out of the stereo. The jack flew through the air and smacked Ron in the forehead.
"Hmmr," said Ron. Hermione, who had been trying to keep from laughing, failed in doing so. Ron glared at Hermione, paused to take the bulky headphones off, and then continued, glaring.
"Did you say something about food?" Asked Ron, as he got up from the floor.
Hermione smiled and said, "Yeah, come on. Breakfast is ready."
Ron needed no more incentive. He was off towards food in a second. In a record ten seconds, Ron was downstairs and at the kitchen table. Hermione joined Ron in a normal human fashion.
Hermione and Ron had a nice breakfast with, uh, food. (How am I supposed to know what British people eat for breakfast? I would assume that they eat the same things as Americans do, but I could be wrong. If any British folk out there that want to e-mail me telling what you normally eat for breakfast, then I'll edit it right in.) As breakfast was ending, a group of three owls swooped into the room and dropped off the mail. There were two letters along with Hermione's subscription to the Daily Prophet. Hermione picked the letters up first. The first one was from Harry, asking about her summer so far and such. Pretty standard Harry letter. The other, however, was very mysterious. It was the letter that Ron had written Hermione before he left for her house.
Hermione set the parchment down and looked at Ron, who had stopped eating and was looking at her as well. "What did Harry have to say?" Asked Ron with a small smile.
Hermione replied, "Oh, you know, Harry stuff. What's weird is your letter. What surprise do you have for me?"
Ron said evasively, "Oh, I can't just tell you out of the blue. The moment has to be perfect."
For a second, Hermione looked disappointed, but then she just nodded and said, "Sure Ron, whatever." Next, Hermione picked up the Daily Prophet and began scanning the headlines.
After a few seconds, Ron casually asked, "So, is there any new news about Voldemort in there?"
For a second, Hermione didn't realize the immensity of what Ron said. She opened her mouth to answer Ron, and then it hit her. Her eyes popped open to match her mouth and she just stared at Ron in shock.
Ron smiled sheepishly and waited for Hermione to regain her composure. When she did, she exclaimed, "Ron, you said Voldemort's name! I'm so proud of you!"
Ron blushed fiercely, his face quickly matching his hair. "Yeah," he said, "well, that's my surprise. Do you like it?"
Hermione hugged Ron excitedly and exclaimed, "Of course I do! But what got you to do it?"
"Well, you always told me to confront my fears," explained Ron. Then he shrugged and continued, 'and I figured that since we're a couple now, I might as well start listening to you."
Hermione smiled at Ron and said sarcastically, "I thought listening to me was a no-brainer." She paused and stood up, putting her plate in the sink, "But I guess even a no-brainer isn't simple enough for you!" Then she dashed out of the room, chased closely by Ron.
Next Chapter: Ron and Hermione go to town!