Ch. 4 – In The Morning
Ron had done everything in his power to make his wife feel better. He had no idea what was wrong with her. He had a feeling it was that he had been out all morning without her. After they went to their restaurant for lunch he had taken her on a long hike and they had sat for hours discussing everything from the children to Harry and Ginny. They had walked slowly back to the hotel room and ordered room service: champagne, oysters, and chocolate.
Hermione woke up and looked over at her sleeping husband and decided to get up and go on with out him this time to see how he felt about being left alone for an entire morning. After getting dressed into blue jean shorts and a lime green tank top, Hermione headed out for the bookstore to pick up some French material on the law or maybe a romance novel or two. She picked out a nice large romance novel and the U.S. newspaper.
Settling down at a table at the small coffee shop she had been at yesterday, she got her romance novel and started to read. She glanced up a few times thinking Ron would come after her, but for a long while there was no such luck. She was about twenty pages from the end of her 462-page novel when she spotted Brenna buying a newspaper across the street. 'At least she's not with MY husband.' Hermione smiled to herself and buried her nose back in the book. After she had finished the book she glanced up again to see Brenna's very, very blond hair sitting inside the deli located inside the bookshop. 'Be nice, go talk to her.'
Hermione stood up and brushed off the crumbs she had dropped while eating her morning pastry and started to walk towards the deli. She entered through the main front door of the bookshop and started walking towards the deli when she spotted who Brenna was sitting with. None other than Ron Weasley himself. 'RON!' Hermione could feel the boiling flames coming from somewhere inside of her and she stormed out of the deli/bookshop without them even knowing she had been there.
Later that afternoon Ron walked up the hotel steps to his room to see if Hermione was there. As he opened the door, he peered around. 'No sign of Hermione. This is great. I've lost my wife in Paris. Might as well take a shower.' He stepped into the shower a good ten minutes later and while he was washing his hair he heard the hotel door open. "Hermione!" Ron yelled from the shower trying to grab a towel from the rack next to the shower. Drying himself off, he walked out to greet his wife.
"Hello, honey." He said as he saw her, but he had seen she'd been crying. And he was definitely getting the silent treatment. "What did I do now?" Still no answer. He sat down next to his wife and put his arm around, she stood up and walked towards the window and peered down at the street below.
"Obviously, you need some space. I'm going out then."
"Oh, no you aren't." Hermione turned to look at her husband.
"Oh, then where am I going, dear?" Ron smiled at his wife thinking she had made plans of staying in the hotel for a reason.
"Don't smirk at me like that, but you are NOT going anywhere." Hermione started to walk towards the bathroom, but Ron grabbed her arm.
"Tell me why you're mad at me." Ron looked pleadingly into Hermione's eyes.
"It's not that I'm mad at you…" Hermione couldn't seem to think of an excuse, she wanted to catch him with Brenna just one more time before there was a scene. "It's woman things. You wouldn't understand." That was the first thing that came to her mind, even though it wasn't at all true.
"Oh, okay. Well then what do you have planned for tonight?" Ron asked and smiled at her again.
"I don't know." Hermione started for the bathroom again once he had let go of her arm.
"I love you, Ron." She didn't know she'd said it, but she turned around and kissed him.
Before she knew it, it was morning.
Ron had done everything in his power to make his wife feel better. He had no idea what was wrong with her. He had a feeling it was that he had been out all morning without her. After they went to their restaurant for lunch he had taken her on a long hike and they had sat for hours discussing everything from the children to Harry and Ginny. They had walked slowly back to the hotel room and ordered room service: champagne, oysters, and chocolate.
Hermione woke up and looked over at her sleeping husband and decided to get up and go on with out him this time to see how he felt about being left alone for an entire morning. After getting dressed into blue jean shorts and a lime green tank top, Hermione headed out for the bookstore to pick up some French material on the law or maybe a romance novel or two. She picked out a nice large romance novel and the U.S. newspaper.
Settling down at a table at the small coffee shop she had been at yesterday, she got her romance novel and started to read. She glanced up a few times thinking Ron would come after her, but for a long while there was no such luck. She was about twenty pages from the end of her 462-page novel when she spotted Brenna buying a newspaper across the street. 'At least she's not with MY husband.' Hermione smiled to herself and buried her nose back in the book. After she had finished the book she glanced up again to see Brenna's very, very blond hair sitting inside the deli located inside the bookshop. 'Be nice, go talk to her.'
Hermione stood up and brushed off the crumbs she had dropped while eating her morning pastry and started to walk towards the deli. She entered through the main front door of the bookshop and started walking towards the deli when she spotted who Brenna was sitting with. None other than Ron Weasley himself. 'RON!' Hermione could feel the boiling flames coming from somewhere inside of her and she stormed out of the deli/bookshop without them even knowing she had been there.
Later that afternoon Ron walked up the hotel steps to his room to see if Hermione was there. As he opened the door, he peered around. 'No sign of Hermione. This is great. I've lost my wife in Paris. Might as well take a shower.' He stepped into the shower a good ten minutes later and while he was washing his hair he heard the hotel door open. "Hermione!" Ron yelled from the shower trying to grab a towel from the rack next to the shower. Drying himself off, he walked out to greet his wife.
"Hello, honey." He said as he saw her, but he had seen she'd been crying. And he was definitely getting the silent treatment. "What did I do now?" Still no answer. He sat down next to his wife and put his arm around, she stood up and walked towards the window and peered down at the street below.
"Obviously, you need some space. I'm going out then."
"Oh, no you aren't." Hermione turned to look at her husband.
"Oh, then where am I going, dear?" Ron smiled at his wife thinking she had made plans of staying in the hotel for a reason.
"Don't smirk at me like that, but you are NOT going anywhere." Hermione started to walk towards the bathroom, but Ron grabbed her arm.
"Tell me why you're mad at me." Ron looked pleadingly into Hermione's eyes.
"It's not that I'm mad at you…" Hermione couldn't seem to think of an excuse, she wanted to catch him with Brenna just one more time before there was a scene. "It's woman things. You wouldn't understand." That was the first thing that came to her mind, even though it wasn't at all true.
"Oh, okay. Well then what do you have planned for tonight?" Ron asked and smiled at her again.
"I don't know." Hermione started for the bathroom again once he had let go of her arm.
"I love you, Ron." She didn't know she'd said it, but she turned around and kissed him.
Before she knew it, it was morning.