Fanfiction 100
2. Middles
We had fallen into a routine in the middle of our lives. If my younger self could see me now he would laugh and call us, "old." But it was only for the weekends. We'd gotten use to it and it was easy, comfortable. You would wake up before me just as you always do. You would burn our breakfast and I'd tease you. Eventually, we would settle into the living room and read the Daily Prophet, do the mass amount of paperwork we accumulated at our jobs, or talk about the children.
I smiled at you as I looked up from my paper. No matter how many years have gone by, you still read with the same expression. Your eyes fill with fascination as you read (something I'll never understand), you're brow furrowed in concentration, and the way you lean over what you're reading.
I laughed when I saw what you were reading.
"Witching Weekly?" I asked you.
You looked up and gave me one of your looks. The look that means, "You're being sarcastic and I'll kill you for it." "What?" You said. "It's just silly, light reading. For entertainment. It's not brilliant writing."
"You're stooping low…my mother reads that."
"Are you calling your mother low?"
"No. I'm just saying it's not really your thing to gossip."
You flipped the pages in the magazine and sighed. "In a way I have to read it. People write all those articles about us. That Golden Trio rubbish."
"Well I dunno. We did save the world."
You chuckled and went back to reading. I decided I was curious as to what you were reading so I snatched the paper out of your hand. How to Know If Your Husband Really Values Your Marriage.
"A relationship article!?!?" I asked incredulously. "Is there something wrong with our marriage?"
"Of course not! I was just curious as to what it said." You defended.
"Hmph…well maybe my wife doesn't value our marriage." I scanned the questions on the page. "Ask your husband if there was one particular moment when he knew he loved you. Well? Answer the question!"
You smiled and a little blush crept onto your face.
"Ow! Bloody hell! Watch it!" Ron cried.
"You're such a baby." Hermione said.
"Am not! How would you like it if half of your bloody side has been cut off? I've lost a lot of blood."
"I know. Just hold still. You're making me nervous."
"Yeah. You better be nervous I could die!"
Hermione's eyes darkened at this and she looked up at Ron very seriously. "Don't say that, Ronald."
He immediately felt horrible. "Sorry…I didn't mean it like that." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Ron had gotten into another particularly nasty accident with some dark wizards. He felt incredibly tired as Hermione healed the wound on his side. The gentle colors of the fire, the warmth of the room, and the amount of blood loss was making him tired.
After, Hermione went around cleaning the house as she did when she was nervous. She absolutely hated it when Ron got hurt. And this one reminded her of the time she had accidentally splinched him in the forest so long ago. She glanced at Ron was trying to fight off sleep as his body healed.
She walked over to the couch and sat down next to him. He jumped a bit and looked at her. "Oh god. I am so tired." He moaned and instantly he wrapped his arms around her waist and then crashed his head into her lap face first. He was asleep instantly.
Hermione laughed and smoothed his hair. "You just want an excuse to get down there." She whispered. But Ron really was asleep. She thought of how they had fallen asleep on the couch several times and vowed to never do it again after waking up with a crick in their necks. But didn't mind too much and she fell asleep with him.
"So you decided you loved me after all that time?"
"No! I just remember thinking about it at that moment. It was cute."
I grinned. "I'm always adorable."
a/n: muhaha…I used 2nd POV…intensifying? SO PLEASE SUGGEST PROMPTS….I need motivation…I es lazy. And review too! Thanks!