Ch. 5 – Caught Red Handed
Hermione awoke and rolled over to look at the clock on her nightstand. '8:30… We better get going.' She rolled back over to nudge Ron awake when she noticed he wasn't there. 'Great. Ron Weasley, MIA for the third time.' She climbed out of bed and put on her pajama pants and a large t-shirt and stumbled her way into the restroom. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"I'm just as pretty as Brenna. Aren't I?" Hermione studied herself in the mirror. "I wonder where that man is now." Hermione started to wash her face and she looked on the bathroom counter.
Good morning, my love-
I've gone for a long walk. I shall be back shortly, wait for me in the room.
Loving you always,
Ron
"Yeah… Right." Hermione rolled her eyes and started to put her make-up on. Slipping on blue jean capris and a pink tank top, she slipped out of the hotel room. Jogging down the stairs to get some coffee and a donut, she decided to go into the gift shop and buy some postcards to send to Ginny and Harry.
After buying four cards, (one to her parents, one to Ginny and Harry, one to the Weasleys', and one to the kids who were staying with Arthur and Molly Weasley) Hermione headed towards the main lobby to grab some breakfast. She was running to grab some de-caf when she spotted a red head on the opposite side of the lobby talking to a platinum blonde. 'Oh yeah, Ron. Long walk, huh?'
She stormed over and before she could sneak up on Ron she heard small parts of their conversation.
"We must keep this from her… If she finds out I'm in trouble. Major trouble."
"Don't worry I won't tell…" Brenna looked up to see Hermione storming over and her eyes got very large. Ron noticed and turned around abruptly.
"Hermione!" He stood up; she was still coming full force. 'To slap him now or to punch her… which first?' "What a… erm… nice surprise!"
"Ron, I don't know what the hell is going on, but before I hit one of you, you better explain!" Ron grabbed a chair from the next table and pulled it up to theirs.
"Sit down, please, honey." Hermione glared at Ron.
"Don't you call me honey, you… jerk."
"We were just talking! That's all! You've got to believe me. Right Brenna?" Ron looked up at Brenna to find her smiling maliciously at Hermione. Brenna had always been jealous of Hermione for marrying Ron and this was the perfect time to get her back.
"Right…" Brenna looked off still looking mischievous.
"I can't believe you. I've seen you 'talking' for THREE days! What time did you leave?" Hermione asked, still glaring at Ron.
"Around seven. That doesn't matter. She was just telling me um… which sites to see!" Ron exclaimed looking extremely nervous on whether Hermione would believe him or not.
"Yeah, okay, right. Do you take me for some sort of idiot?!?" Hermione yelled, standing up again.
"Honey, you've got to believe me…" Ron's voice trailed off because he noticed Brenna and Hermione staring at each other. 'If looks could kill.' Ron thought to himself. Hermione ran towards the stairs again, Ron right after her. "Wait, Hermione!" He reached out and grabbed her arm, turning her towards him. Hermione took the back of her hand to slap it across his face.
"Don't you EVER call me Honey again, Sweetheart!" Hermione raced up the stairs, crying. Ron followed her up the stairs, still stunned that she had slapped him. Running towards the door, Hermione fumbled with her hotel key. Three tries and it slid open. Ron came up right behind her.
"I swear, nothing happened!" Ron looked pleadingly at Hermione. She slammed the door shut with his nose just inches from the wood.
"Okay… she's pissed." He muttered under his breath.
Hermione awoke and rolled over to look at the clock on her nightstand. '8:30… We better get going.' She rolled back over to nudge Ron awake when she noticed he wasn't there. 'Great. Ron Weasley, MIA for the third time.' She climbed out of bed and put on her pajama pants and a large t-shirt and stumbled her way into the restroom. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"I'm just as pretty as Brenna. Aren't I?" Hermione studied herself in the mirror. "I wonder where that man is now." Hermione started to wash her face and she looked on the bathroom counter.
Good morning, my love-
I've gone for a long walk. I shall be back shortly, wait for me in the room.
Loving you always,
Ron
"Yeah… Right." Hermione rolled her eyes and started to put her make-up on. Slipping on blue jean capris and a pink tank top, she slipped out of the hotel room. Jogging down the stairs to get some coffee and a donut, she decided to go into the gift shop and buy some postcards to send to Ginny and Harry.
After buying four cards, (one to her parents, one to Ginny and Harry, one to the Weasleys', and one to the kids who were staying with Arthur and Molly Weasley) Hermione headed towards the main lobby to grab some breakfast. She was running to grab some de-caf when she spotted a red head on the opposite side of the lobby talking to a platinum blonde. 'Oh yeah, Ron. Long walk, huh?'
She stormed over and before she could sneak up on Ron she heard small parts of their conversation.
"We must keep this from her… If she finds out I'm in trouble. Major trouble."
"Don't worry I won't tell…" Brenna looked up to see Hermione storming over and her eyes got very large. Ron noticed and turned around abruptly.
"Hermione!" He stood up; she was still coming full force. 'To slap him now or to punch her… which first?' "What a… erm… nice surprise!"
"Ron, I don't know what the hell is going on, but before I hit one of you, you better explain!" Ron grabbed a chair from the next table and pulled it up to theirs.
"Sit down, please, honey." Hermione glared at Ron.
"Don't you call me honey, you… jerk."
"We were just talking! That's all! You've got to believe me. Right Brenna?" Ron looked up at Brenna to find her smiling maliciously at Hermione. Brenna had always been jealous of Hermione for marrying Ron and this was the perfect time to get her back.
"Right…" Brenna looked off still looking mischievous.
"I can't believe you. I've seen you 'talking' for THREE days! What time did you leave?" Hermione asked, still glaring at Ron.
"Around seven. That doesn't matter. She was just telling me um… which sites to see!" Ron exclaimed looking extremely nervous on whether Hermione would believe him or not.
"Yeah, okay, right. Do you take me for some sort of idiot?!?" Hermione yelled, standing up again.
"Honey, you've got to believe me…" Ron's voice trailed off because he noticed Brenna and Hermione staring at each other. 'If looks could kill.' Ron thought to himself. Hermione ran towards the stairs again, Ron right after her. "Wait, Hermione!" He reached out and grabbed her arm, turning her towards him. Hermione took the back of her hand to slap it across his face.
"Don't you EVER call me Honey again, Sweetheart!" Hermione raced up the stairs, crying. Ron followed her up the stairs, still stunned that she had slapped him. Running towards the door, Hermione fumbled with her hotel key. Three tries and it slid open. Ron came up right behind her.
"I swear, nothing happened!" Ron looked pleadingly at Hermione. She slammed the door shut with his nose just inches from the wood.
"Okay… she's pissed." He muttered under his breath.