Ch. 3 – Suspicious Acts
Going to sleep around three in the morning, Hermione was just now beginning to wake up when she saw a note posted on the lamp on her side of the bed. She picked up the note and read it aloud to herself.
"I've gone to get some things, be back in a short while. Love, Ron."
"Hmm… Well if he can go buy things by himself, than I can go get something for myself." She smiled to herself. 'Where to first?' After putting on khaki shorts and a three-quarter length yellow shirt, she threw her hair in a loose ponytail and walked out the door.
Hermione headed towards the coffee shop down on the corner of the street, looking around to see if she could spot Ron anywhere near. She spotted a red headed man sitting at a café on the other end of the street, and she automatically thought it was Ron since, after all, there weren't many red heads in Paris. As she got closer she noticed it wasn't Ron and turned around to walk back towards the coffee shop.
"Ce qui vous aimez aujourd'hui le ma'am?" (What would you like today, ma'am?) The person behind the counter at the coffee shop asked her.
"Je voudrais un cappuccino de mocha avec un bon nombre de crème et de
sucre." Hermione ordered a Mocha Cappuccino with extra cream and sugar and took a seat at a small table in the outside of the small shop with her book, Pride and Prejudice, in her hand.
A good two hours had passed and Hermione had finished her book and gotten up to throw away her empty coffee cup when she spotted another red head across the street at the bakery. At once she noticed a platinum blonde that looked much to an extent like Miss Brenna Waters herself sitting across from him. 'I wonder what the lovely Miss Waters is doing with MY husband…' She couldn't decide if she wanted to go up and join the two or watch at a table behind them, out of view. 'Maybe, if I buy a French magazine to look at, I'll just go to the hotel and forget that they even saw each other and Ron will come in and we can go sightseeing.'
She bought a French version of Good Housekeeping (Bon Ménage) and headed back for their hotel room.
~*~
A good two hours later, Hermione started to really wonder where Ron was and whom he was with was even more of a suspicion. As she set the magazine down on her nightstand, she dragged herself off the bed to shower and blow dry her hair.
The shower cleared Hermione's thoughts and she was getting dressed to go out to lunch when the hotel door slid open and Ron stepped in.
"Hello, Honey." Ron smiled at Hermione. "I didn't mean to take so long."
"What have you been doing all day?" Hermione asked looking at Ron trying to make him feel quilty.
"Not much. Walking around. I really didn't want to go without you, but you looked so peaceful sleeping. Anyway, where are we going for lunch? I'm starving!"
Hermione rolled her eyes skyward and started to apply her makeup. 'Don't tell him you saw him with her and maybe he'll just say he was with her and you won't have to put him on a guilt trip.' Hermione sighed at this thought and walked out of the bathroom.
"Let's go to Le Gril De Macaronis and get some food. Okay, honey?" She hated saying the last part, but she couldn't be too cold about it. After all, they were just talking, right?
"Sounds great. After that we'll go on a long walk, I've found a great spot on a high hill that I found while I was erm… out today." Ron put on his shoes.
"Oh, sounds great." Hermione didn't sound too thrilled because he probably found this spot with Miss Waters. Ron opened the door for his wife and they headed down to the restaurant.
Going to sleep around three in the morning, Hermione was just now beginning to wake up when she saw a note posted on the lamp on her side of the bed. She picked up the note and read it aloud to herself.
"I've gone to get some things, be back in a short while. Love, Ron."
"Hmm… Well if he can go buy things by himself, than I can go get something for myself." She smiled to herself. 'Where to first?' After putting on khaki shorts and a three-quarter length yellow shirt, she threw her hair in a loose ponytail and walked out the door.
Hermione headed towards the coffee shop down on the corner of the street, looking around to see if she could spot Ron anywhere near. She spotted a red headed man sitting at a café on the other end of the street, and she automatically thought it was Ron since, after all, there weren't many red heads in Paris. As she got closer she noticed it wasn't Ron and turned around to walk back towards the coffee shop.
"Ce qui vous aimez aujourd'hui le ma'am?" (What would you like today, ma'am?) The person behind the counter at the coffee shop asked her.
"Je voudrais un cappuccino de mocha avec un bon nombre de crème et de
sucre." Hermione ordered a Mocha Cappuccino with extra cream and sugar and took a seat at a small table in the outside of the small shop with her book, Pride and Prejudice, in her hand.
A good two hours had passed and Hermione had finished her book and gotten up to throw away her empty coffee cup when she spotted another red head across the street at the bakery. At once she noticed a platinum blonde that looked much to an extent like Miss Brenna Waters herself sitting across from him. 'I wonder what the lovely Miss Waters is doing with MY husband…' She couldn't decide if she wanted to go up and join the two or watch at a table behind them, out of view. 'Maybe, if I buy a French magazine to look at, I'll just go to the hotel and forget that they even saw each other and Ron will come in and we can go sightseeing.'
She bought a French version of Good Housekeeping (Bon Ménage) and headed back for their hotel room.
~*~
A good two hours later, Hermione started to really wonder where Ron was and whom he was with was even more of a suspicion. As she set the magazine down on her nightstand, she dragged herself off the bed to shower and blow dry her hair.
The shower cleared Hermione's thoughts and she was getting dressed to go out to lunch when the hotel door slid open and Ron stepped in.
"Hello, Honey." Ron smiled at Hermione. "I didn't mean to take so long."
"What have you been doing all day?" Hermione asked looking at Ron trying to make him feel quilty.
"Not much. Walking around. I really didn't want to go without you, but you looked so peaceful sleeping. Anyway, where are we going for lunch? I'm starving!"
Hermione rolled her eyes skyward and started to apply her makeup. 'Don't tell him you saw him with her and maybe he'll just say he was with her and you won't have to put him on a guilt trip.' Hermione sighed at this thought and walked out of the bathroom.
"Let's go to Le Gril De Macaronis and get some food. Okay, honey?" She hated saying the last part, but she couldn't be too cold about it. After all, they were just talking, right?
"Sounds great. After that we'll go on a long walk, I've found a great spot on a high hill that I found while I was erm… out today." Ron put on his shoes.
"Oh, sounds great." Hermione didn't sound too thrilled because he probably found this spot with Miss Waters. Ron opened the door for his wife and they headed down to the restaurant.