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I don't own these characters. Imogen is mine however. I do own my plot.
White Rose
"Ron! It's beautiful!" Hermione exclaimed, "It's
really ours?"
"As soon as we move in!" Ron looked around the
grounds of their new home. It was situated right near the woods and there was a
little spring out back. The house itself was a modest two-story with 3
bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, and a fair sized Kitchen. They had been
saving for a house or quite a bit, and when Ron's Uncle decided to move he
asked them if they wanted to buy his old house for a very good price, they
leapt at the chance. "Shall we look inside? I mean really…standing out on the
front lawn of our own house."
They went into the house. To the
right they were greeted by a staircase and to the left the kitchen. They
decided to explore the upstairs first. When they reached the landing they saw a
door to their immediate left. Hermione grabbed the knob and opened it.
"Wow!
Look! This room is exquisite!" and it was. The room had a slightly domed
ceiling with a night sky painted across it. The floor was hard wood, and the
walls were a navy blue. A beautifully crafted four-poster was right in the
middle of the room up against the back wall. Upon the bars was draped a gold
shimmery material. The sheets were gold and rather frilly, not much to Ron's
taste but he could weather it. "Is this bed supposed to be here?"
"My Uncle said he had no use for it where he was
going and asked me if we might need it. I told him that we would… I don't
believe I brought my bed from home."
"Me neither. Where shall I sleep? In which room,
that is."
"I was thinking we could share one. It's not like we
are at one of our parents' houses. I'm not saying we have to do
anything, but if we ever wanted to we could. Besides, I think we could make it
work. I would miss you if you were too far away."
"We won't be doing anything. Can I have the
side near the window, then? Thanks." She gave him a kiss.
"Fine, whatever you say. It's not like we are
married or anything."
They started to bring in the stuff from the car that
Harry had let them borrow.
"Wingardium Levosia!! Oh, look Ron, we can
float it in! Aren't Harry and Ginny coming over later?"
"Yes, I think they are bringing Imogen too. My
little niece, doesn't that sound weird? My little sister married and has a kid,
with my best friend. Well, one of them."
"I think it is cute" Hermione sighed.
"Do I sense a bit of jealousy?"
"No. I am just happy for them, is all."
"Did I ever tell you I love you Hermione?"
"All the time, but it never hurts to say it again."
Ron leaned over to kiss her, but Hermione started to
tickle him.
"Ah Hermione! Stop it! Hah ahaha. Ow! Can't…breathe…
AHH!!"
Ron felt
himself being pushed to the floor and Hermione leapt on top of him and started
to tickle him harder. Just as Ron had grabbed a pillow and was just about to
start swatting her off he heard:
"I'm sorry, are we interrupting something?"
It was Harry, Ginny, and Imogen. Hermione got off of
Ron and Ron stood up.
"Erm, no. My girlfriend was
just massacring me. We are really happy
you could come and help. Hey Immie! How's my cute little niece? If you want I
can watch her while you guys unpack?"
"Admit it Ron, you just don't want to get your hands
a bit dirty. I think it is a good ides for you to stay out of our way, though."
As Harry went to bring in some chairs in from the
car, Ginny and Hermione started zapping the walls different colors and hanging
up paintings and putting up curtains.
Ron sat out on the porch with Imogen. What a cute
little baby. Weasley hair. Green eyes. Sweet little dimples. Huh, I never knew I was good with little
kids. I hope I'll have my own kid someday. I wonder if Hermione wants any kids.
Ah, yes Hermione. I feel like the luckiest guy ever to have her. Hmm…I need to
talk to Harry about this…
"Harry, can you come here a minute it is very
important!"
Harry came pelting down the stairs. "Is Imogen ok?"
Ron laughed. "She's fine. I didn't mean to scare you. I wanted to get your opinion on
something."
"Wow! Ron, you're being serious!" Ron made a face.
"Okay, Okay, what's on your mind?"
"Hermione."
"Well, that was evident." Ron shot him another look.
"I really love her. I am thinking about asking her
to marry me. Now before I get a speech, listen. We are moving into our own house,
we have good jobs, and we are happy. I
just think it is the next logical thing."
"Ron, you are preaching to the choir. I think it is
a great idea. She'll say yes, she loves
you. Plus if you ask me, I think you would make great parents. I know you didn't
ask me, but I have seen the way you are around Imogen. Hermione is a wonder
with her too. Good luck, Ron. I'll take
this. Well, now Miss. Immie. Hello my sweet."
The baby gurgled as Harry led her away into the
living room. Ron sat on the porch and watched the sunset. He forgot all about
unpacking, He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Ginny come into
the doorway.
"The house is wonderful. We painted all the walls.
And the furniture is in for you guys to arrange." Ginny looked at him funny.
"What??"
"You look like you are thinking about asking
Hermione to marry you!"
"There is a LOOK for that?!"
"Harry had that look on his face for a month before
he asked me. I know these things. I wish you well. We need to leave now though.
Im needs to get to bed. Whenever you are done with the car call dad over, he'll
floo it back. I still can't believe he made that. Neat Wedding present eh?"
"Harry. Ginny thanks so much for helping. I don't
think we could have gotten it all in without you. If you EVER need a
babysitter, just give us a ring. We
bought a fellytone."
"Telephone, Ron, Telephone." Hermione giggled.
"Gurgle Goo ptthh," cooed Imogen.
"Bye Sweetie." Hermione gave Imogen a kiss on the
forehead.
When Harry and Ginny had left Ron said to Hermione.
"Want to go to sleep? I'm tired. We can finish the unpacking tomorrow."
"Fine with me. I can't keep my eyes open." Hermione
yawned.
They headed up the stairs silently. Hermione changed
in the bedroom while Ron went into the bathroom. In the summer he wore muggle
clothes. He rather liked them. Since it was July and very hot he slept in his
boxers. But, this was the first night in their new house. Oh, well. It's not
like she's never seen my underwear.
He left the bathroom. He walked to the bedroom door and noticed it was open a crack. He
peeked in. Oh shit. Hermione was walking around in her underwear. Ron
knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Come in?! But she's half naked! ..And so am I!
He walked in. She was indeed 'half naked', if you could call it that. It was almost forbidden to Ron. They were in their own house. No Parents, No rules, No Guardians, No Anything. And in their skivvies. It just seemed different outside of the watchful eye of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley or Granger.
They got into bed under the golden sheets, which
were as light as air.
"Good Night Sweetie," said Hermione.
Ron wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck
softly. He still felt a bit odd. He could feel her heart beating they were so
close. He gave her a hug and fell asleep.
END CHAPTER ONE
A/N
I really want you're feed back on this one. I haven't written for a while.
Please R&R if you like it I will post chapter 2 soon.