1.1 Ch. 2 – Love is in the Air
"Now where did you say you got that dress from again?" Ron asked looking Hermione up and down in the taxi. Hermione was wearing a tube top black dress that sparkled and flared towards the bottom of the long skirt. She had her hair up in a bun and ringlets let lose around her face.
"I got it at some muggle place named um… what was it? Greensmith's? Silversmith's? No, that's not it…" Hermione put her hand to her chin and looked in deep thought for a few moments, "Oh yes! Goldsmith's."
"And how much did you pay for it?"
"Does it really matter?" Hermione leaned towards him and smiled.
"Yes," Ron said, avoiding the urge to kiss her while trying to be stern and stubborn. "Well, you'll find out on our next bill." Hermione smiled sweetly then looked out the window. They had arrived at the famous Paris restaurant for wizards and witches, Le Tigre Caché (hidden to muggles, witches and wizards only of course). Ron jumped out of the car to open the door for Hermione. They walked arm in arm through the shop covering the front and through the front doors of the restaurant.
"Welcome to Le Tigre Caché. Party of two?" the server asked.
"Yes." Ron and Hermione followed the Maître dè to a table with a dark blue tablecloth and a lit candle in the middle. The table was located next to a large window with the quarter moon shining through. Ron pulled out a chair for Hermione and she cast a small smiled toward him. They were handed menus and the Maître dè walked away.
"Wow, all of this looks really good." Ron was gazing at the menu and practically drooling on himself. "Steak sounds good." Hermione was gazing out at the stars. "Not hungry?"
"It's just like you to come to a place like this and only think about the food." Hermione sighed but looked at Ron and smiled.
"How could you not think about food in this place? It's called a restaurant for a reason." Ron smirked and started browsing the menu again.
"I chose here because it's so… romantic." Hermione sighed again and looked out the window again. Ron started to reply, but something hit him in the back of the head and pudding went everywhere.
"I'm so sorry!!" The woman exclaimed. She had bumped into Ron and pudding was all over his head now.
"Really… it's okay… Brenna!?" Ron sounded startled and started wiping the pudding off his head.
"Ron??" The woman, Brenna, obviously, exclaimed. Ron jumped up and hugged her. (This of course causing a scene in the quiet restaurant.)
"Brenna, you know my wife, Hermione, from school." Ron nodded his head toward Hermione, who was now standing. Hermione shook Brenna's hand. "This is Brenna Waters. Remember?"
"Oh, yes. Brenna. How could I forget?" Hermione half-smiled at the woman. "Didn't you two date or something when we were all 6th years?"
"Yes! That's right." Brenna smiled innocently at Hermione.
"Brenna, would you like to join us for dinner?" Ron asked looking at Brenna intently. Brenna was around 5'8" with platinum blonde hair, a huge chest, and crystal blue eyes. 'Great. The first night on our second honeymoon we run into an ex-girlfriend. Just great.' Hermione thought to herself as she took her seat again.
"Ron, I'm not sure. It looks like you and Hermione were having a dinner for two until I spilled pudding on your head." She flashed her very large, white teeth towards Ron and he laughed. 'Even better, she flirts without knowing it.'
"Hermione, it's fine, right? We're old friends. It's not everyday you run into a person you haven't seen in over ten years." Ron smiled sweetly at Hermione.
"Of course," Hermione said as politely as she could and started to gaze out of the window again.
An hour and a half of reminiscing and catching up was done and it was around 7:30 when Brenna finally stood up after finishing her rib special.
"I better go. Ron, I'll see you later. Hermione, it was nice to see you again after such a long time." She took Hermione's hand and shook it.
"Brenna, give me your phone number and we'll go out sometime in the next week?" Ron smiled his cheesy smile and stood up to say goodbye. Brenna wrote down her hotel, and phone number on a napkin and handed it to Ron who put it in the inside pocket of his tux. Ron and Brenna hugged then said their good byes.
Ron sat down again (he had mopped the pudding off his head and his hair was still wet.) "Well, what a coincidence." Hermione sighed and looked out the window again. (Like she had been doing all night.) "What's wrong honey?"
"Oh nothing, it's just our honeymoon is turning into a school reunion." Hermione tucked a strand of her straight brown hair behind her ear.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He stroked her cheek with his hand.
"I bet you don't even remember our anniversary is this week," she said still looking out the window.
"Of course I did. I promise, it will be just me and you for the next couple of days." Ron took her hand and looked out the window too. He looked back at her again. "Would you like to dance?"
"Are you sure Brenna would be okay with it?" Hermione half smiled at him and nodded her head slowly.
"You have no need to be jealous of her." Ron took her hand and led her onto the dance floor with the piano music in the background.
"But you know it's in my job description as your wife to play 'the jealous wife.'" Hermione smiled at him as they danced.
"Now where did you say you got that dress from again?" Ron asked looking Hermione up and down in the taxi. Hermione was wearing a tube top black dress that sparkled and flared towards the bottom of the long skirt. She had her hair up in a bun and ringlets let lose around her face.
"I got it at some muggle place named um… what was it? Greensmith's? Silversmith's? No, that's not it…" Hermione put her hand to her chin and looked in deep thought for a few moments, "Oh yes! Goldsmith's."
"And how much did you pay for it?"
"Does it really matter?" Hermione leaned towards him and smiled.
"Yes," Ron said, avoiding the urge to kiss her while trying to be stern and stubborn. "Well, you'll find out on our next bill." Hermione smiled sweetly then looked out the window. They had arrived at the famous Paris restaurant for wizards and witches, Le Tigre Caché (hidden to muggles, witches and wizards only of course). Ron jumped out of the car to open the door for Hermione. They walked arm in arm through the shop covering the front and through the front doors of the restaurant.
"Welcome to Le Tigre Caché. Party of two?" the server asked.
"Yes." Ron and Hermione followed the Maître dè to a table with a dark blue tablecloth and a lit candle in the middle. The table was located next to a large window with the quarter moon shining through. Ron pulled out a chair for Hermione and she cast a small smiled toward him. They were handed menus and the Maître dè walked away.
"Wow, all of this looks really good." Ron was gazing at the menu and practically drooling on himself. "Steak sounds good." Hermione was gazing out at the stars. "Not hungry?"
"It's just like you to come to a place like this and only think about the food." Hermione sighed but looked at Ron and smiled.
"How could you not think about food in this place? It's called a restaurant for a reason." Ron smirked and started browsing the menu again.
"I chose here because it's so… romantic." Hermione sighed again and looked out the window again. Ron started to reply, but something hit him in the back of the head and pudding went everywhere.
"I'm so sorry!!" The woman exclaimed. She had bumped into Ron and pudding was all over his head now.
"Really… it's okay… Brenna!?" Ron sounded startled and started wiping the pudding off his head.
"Ron??" The woman, Brenna, obviously, exclaimed. Ron jumped up and hugged her. (This of course causing a scene in the quiet restaurant.)
"Brenna, you know my wife, Hermione, from school." Ron nodded his head toward Hermione, who was now standing. Hermione shook Brenna's hand. "This is Brenna Waters. Remember?"
"Oh, yes. Brenna. How could I forget?" Hermione half-smiled at the woman. "Didn't you two date or something when we were all 6th years?"
"Yes! That's right." Brenna smiled innocently at Hermione.
"Brenna, would you like to join us for dinner?" Ron asked looking at Brenna intently. Brenna was around 5'8" with platinum blonde hair, a huge chest, and crystal blue eyes. 'Great. The first night on our second honeymoon we run into an ex-girlfriend. Just great.' Hermione thought to herself as she took her seat again.
"Ron, I'm not sure. It looks like you and Hermione were having a dinner for two until I spilled pudding on your head." She flashed her very large, white teeth towards Ron and he laughed. 'Even better, she flirts without knowing it.'
"Hermione, it's fine, right? We're old friends. It's not everyday you run into a person you haven't seen in over ten years." Ron smiled sweetly at Hermione.
"Of course," Hermione said as politely as she could and started to gaze out of the window again.
An hour and a half of reminiscing and catching up was done and it was around 7:30 when Brenna finally stood up after finishing her rib special.
"I better go. Ron, I'll see you later. Hermione, it was nice to see you again after such a long time." She took Hermione's hand and shook it.
"Brenna, give me your phone number and we'll go out sometime in the next week?" Ron smiled his cheesy smile and stood up to say goodbye. Brenna wrote down her hotel, and phone number on a napkin and handed it to Ron who put it in the inside pocket of his tux. Ron and Brenna hugged then said their good byes.
Ron sat down again (he had mopped the pudding off his head and his hair was still wet.) "Well, what a coincidence." Hermione sighed and looked out the window again. (Like she had been doing all night.) "What's wrong honey?"
"Oh nothing, it's just our honeymoon is turning into a school reunion." Hermione tucked a strand of her straight brown hair behind her ear.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He stroked her cheek with his hand.
"I bet you don't even remember our anniversary is this week," she said still looking out the window.
"Of course I did. I promise, it will be just me and you for the next couple of days." Ron took her hand and looked out the window too. He looked back at her again. "Would you like to dance?"
"Are you sure Brenna would be okay with it?" Hermione half smiled at him and nodded her head slowly.
"You have no need to be jealous of her." Ron took her hand and led her onto the dance floor with the piano music in the background.
"But you know it's in my job description as your wife to play 'the jealous wife.'" Hermione smiled at him as they danced.