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All That Can Happen In Two Months
"You're a first class prat, you know that?"
"Hi Ginny, good to see you too. I'm fine, and you?"
"Ronald..." she warned.
"Oh calm down! What did I do now?"
"You mean you don't KNOW?!"
"No, I don't. Care to share?" Ginny looked around, bewildered.
"HOW can you not know?"
"Is this 'bout Hermione?"
"YES!"
"What did I do now?" he sighed.
Her eyes widened.
"You haven't talked to her in two months, to start with..."
"Okay, okay, I was in Bulgaria for a month and a half because I HAD to be. I couldn't contact her. I was friggen chasing a bunch of bloody DEATH EATERS! And why the HELL am I explaining all of this to YOU?"
"You mean ... you don't know?"
"BLOODY HELL! What don't I know now?"
"You should talk to Hermione," said Ginny gravely. With that, she popped out of his flat: literally.
Ron sat down on the couch ... had it really been two months since he last saw his girlfriend? In Bulgaria he couldn't send her an owl, and the week before that he didn't see her because she was angry with him. Angry because he left in the morning without saying good-bye or even waking her up... Then this week he had all that work to do ... he just hadn't had a spare moment.
Ron walked over to the fireplace and shot a jet of bluebell flames. The minute he saw them he missed Hermione more than ever. He grabbed a handful of red dust from a glass bowl labeled "Hermione's" and threw it into the fire.
"'Mione?" he called, "Hermione! Please answer me! Are you there?" Her head slowly appeared in the fireplace.
"May I help you?" she asked coldly.
"Yes, you can help me. I would like to speak to my girlfriend, she's this amazing women with ... beautiful..." he slowed down his speech as though confused, "brown eyes." His voice sped up again and his eyebrows wrinkled together, " 'Mione, have you been crying?"
"Why," she sniffed, "would you care?"
"Because-" he started, then stopped short. "Why wouldn't I care?"
"Because this is ALL YOUR FAULT!" she screamed.
"What's all my fault? Is this about me being away for two months? Or are you still mad at me for leaving? I know you hate that, but I had to work and I kissed you good-bye and left a note and I called and apologized, and"
Ron! Shut up! That's not why I'm upset!"
"Then why are you?"
"I was supposed to go on a business trip to Japan in late December."
"Okay, that's half a year away."
"I know. It's six and a half months away."
"Okay ... what does that have to do with-"
"Add six and a half months to the two you've been gone for."
"Eight and a half months."
"Think about it." Her head popped out.
Ron's head dropped to his hands. "That's all she gives me to go on? All I know," he thought out loud, "is that she was supposed to go on a trip in six months, and that's eight and a half months from the last time we ... and 'was supposed to' probably means that she's not going to be able to go and OH MY FRIGGEN GOD!" He jumped out of his seat and sprinted to the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of blue dust from a class labeled "Harry and Ginny" and threw it into the fireplace.
"GUYS!" he screamed frantically, "Help! Ginny- I know... I need one of you! Harry? Gin?!"
"Ron?"
"Harry ... oh good..."
"What's wrong?"
"You don't know?"
"Know what?"
"Is Ginny there?"
"No ... she's at Hermione's who called just a minute ago, crying frantically-Ron what did you do?" he asked, sounding disappointed but smiling nonetheless.
"I...got her..." he stuttered.
"Ron? Are you all right?"
"I got her pregnant, mate."
"Wow. And how long have you known?" He asked, trying to keep his cool. After all, Ron was freaked out enough for the both of them.
"About ... half a minute."
"How long do you reckon she's known?"
"A while. Ginny knew before I did... I feel like such an ass!"
"Why?"
"I haven't talked to her in two months, and she's carrying my baby!"
"Because you were doing what I asked you to do. Now I feel like a complete prat."
"No, someone had to go, and you are not leaving my sister, nephew, and baby niece for months at a time."
Harry laughed.
"Hey mate, I know you don't WANT to, but I suggest finding Hermione and groveling. BIG TIME."
"I don't beg. You know that."
"No, you don't do you? You don't beg, don't apologize, you don't accept help ... what exactly will you do to make Hermione forgive you?"
"For Hermione?" Ron asked, sounding p
"For Hermione, what will you do for her?"
Ron sighed heavily, "I'll... I'll beg, grovel, apologize, get help, and thank you for it. Only for Hermione."
Ron immediately apparated to his girfriend's apartment.
"Hermione?" he asked. "'Mione!" he called again a minute later, then demanded, "Hermione Granger you better come out here! I have something important to tell you!"
In the bedroom, Ginny sat with Hermione who got up angrily and went to her living room.
"Ronald Weasley, you never learn," Ginny muttered, hurting for her brother and her friend. Then she apparated back to her own home.
Hermione walked coolly into her living room. She had her hands on her hips and her feet spread slightly apart, her mouth was a thin line and her eyes were dangerously narrow.
"Well?" she asked icily, "What's so important that you felt the need to come here without warning, scream, and interrupt my talk with Ginny?"
Ron just stood there with his mouth slightly open.
"Well?" she demanded.
He blinked for the first time since Hermione entered the room.
"I'll remember...what was I remembering?"
Hermione tried not to, but she couldn't hold back a smile.
"Ron?"
"Did I really go two months without seeing you?" he whispered.
"Yes," She was angry again.
"How did I ever leave you?"
Hermione started melting again as Ron fell to his knees.
"I remembered," he whispered on the verge of tears.
"What did you remember?" she asked him softly.
"What I came here to say, I want to say that I'm sorry. Sorry for leaving and getting you upset, sorry for being away for a month and a half, and sorry that I spent my first week back working. I'm sorry that I haven't been here for you and I'm sorry that I'm a big, mean, evil, and not to mention extremely stupid, prat."
Hermione looked like she was going to cry for a minute, but then she got much more serious. She pulled Ron off his knees and sat him on the couch.
"You're sorry for a lot of things," she stated.
"I am. I'm really sorry. I came here to apologize, To grovel, to beg...for forgiveness, and to tell you that it's all for you," he was crying silently. "I had to tell you that I love you and I'll do anything for you," Hermione sat down next to him. he kissed her cheek and placed his hand on hers, and his other on her belly. He lowered his head so that he was face to face with her stomach.
"You too."
"So you figured it out. Are you going to add him/her to your list?"
"My list?"
"Of things that you're sorry for."
"No... I'm not sorry, I can't be sorry for that. I'm only sorry if, that, you're sorry."
"Oh, Ron..." He just smiled a sweet little smile.
"Hermione, you know I love you, right?" She nodded and blinked back tears.
"Good." He got up and down again, back to the floor.
"Ronald Weasley, don't you dare propose just because you got me pregnant!"
He just smiled though, that I'm-one-step-ahead-of-you, cocky smile.
"Please look at this," he handed her a small sheet of paper that he pulled out of his wallet.
"It's a receipt,"
"From when?"
"About three months ago."
"Thank you." He pocketed it again and brought out a small crushed velvet box.
"That receipt was from a jewelry store in California that custom makes rings." Hermione's eyes popped out and her mouth dropped slightly. She shut it quickly, but Ron saw first and it gave him enough courage to go on.
"I worked with a jeweler there to design something I wanted to give you. I got it about three months ago. Did you, by chance, see the amount on that receipt?"
"No," she lied quickly. He eyed her suspiciously and continued.
"Well, if you did and just forgot or something, you should know that that wasn't the cost of the ring. It was the final payment. You have to do the whole thing in shifts...one down payment, one for the time spent designing, one for the time spent making it, one for the final product." Her eyes bugged out, completely giving her away. She wanted to scream at him for spending so much money, she had seen the amount-of course she had-and it was more than she'd ever dreamed anyone would spend on her.
"You know Hermione," Ron smiled, "they say that trust is the most important part of a relationship, and that trust is based on truth..." Hermione smiled.
"So Ron, are you just going to lecture and tease me, or am I going to get to see this stupidly expensive ring in that little black box?" Ron smiled a very, very timid smile.
"Does that mean that you," he gulped," want the ring?"
"Depends," she teased.
"On?"
"What it looks like." He sighed, relieved.
He opened the box and Hermione gasped.
"Aww, don't get all excited over that. You haven't seen the best part yet!" Hermione looked at him like he was mad. The ring was perfect, it was so her. It had one large diamond mounted in the center and two smaller round ones in each side. Between each diamond was a tiny pale sapphire, And the ring was on band of white gold.
"What's the best part?" she asked a minute later, breathlessly.
"This." He pulled the ring out of the box and turned it over. It was engraved, saying 'Hermione' in a fancy script. The 'H' and dot of the 'i' were a pale blue, and the rest of the name glittered beautifully.
"How'd you get them blue?" She asked.
Ron picked up her reading glasses from the end table. He enchanted them quickly to better magnify and he gently placed them on her face. He held up the ring.
"RON!" she screamed "They're tiny sapphires! And diamonds!"
"I know."
"I've never seen a more beautiful ring," she told him. Ron smiled sheepishly.
"I thought you'd like it... I just didn't know if you'd want it."
"Why did you wait so long to give it to me?"
"Well, I was waiting for the perfect time, but it didn't want to show. I've carried it with me everywhere since I got it, and I kind of figured that now was a good time. So, Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"
Of course I want to marry you! And as for the right time ... anytime would have been the right time."
"Now, before you put this on I'm giving you a warning. It's been enchanted. IT will grow/shrink with your finger, it will never get dirty, and"
"How are these warnings Ron?"
"And," he continued, "once you put it one-it's not coming off."
"I take it you don't believe in divorce," she said with a smile, but he didn't find it funny. Hermione got down on the floor so that she could see his face better.
"Ron, you don't have to worry about divorce. I love you, remember that I said ANYTIME would have been the right time? I meant anytime. If you asked me first year, I'd have said yes! If you asked me after we graduated, I'd have said yes, if you asked me a month ago when I was furious with you, I'd have said yes. Ron Weasley, I love you. I've always loved you and I always will."
"I know 'Mione, and I may not have always known that I loved you, but I did. And I know now, and I love you and I always will."
They both smiled, and they kissed sweetly. Ron picked Hermione up, one arm beneath her knees and one behind her neck, and he twirled her around ... smiling and laughing, happier than he'd ever been.
All That Can Happen In Two Months
"You're a first class prat, you know that?"
"Hi Ginny, good to see you too. I'm fine, and you?"
"Ronald..." she warned.
"Oh calm down! What did I do now?"
"You mean you don't KNOW?!"
"No, I don't. Care to share?" Ginny looked around, bewildered.
"HOW can you not know?"
"Is this 'bout Hermione?"
"YES!"
"What did I do now?" he sighed.
Her eyes widened.
"You haven't talked to her in two months, to start with..."
"Okay, okay, I was in Bulgaria for a month and a half because I HAD to be. I couldn't contact her. I was friggen chasing a bunch of bloody DEATH EATERS! And why the HELL am I explaining all of this to YOU?"
"You mean ... you don't know?"
"BLOODY HELL! What don't I know now?"
"You should talk to Hermione," said Ginny gravely. With that, she popped out of his flat: literally.
Ron sat down on the couch ... had it really been two months since he last saw his girlfriend? In Bulgaria he couldn't send her an owl, and the week before that he didn't see her because she was angry with him. Angry because he left in the morning without saying good-bye or even waking her up... Then this week he had all that work to do ... he just hadn't had a spare moment.
Ron walked over to the fireplace and shot a jet of bluebell flames. The minute he saw them he missed Hermione more than ever. He grabbed a handful of red dust from a glass bowl labeled "Hermione's" and threw it into the fire.
"'Mione?" he called, "Hermione! Please answer me! Are you there?" Her head slowly appeared in the fireplace.
"May I help you?" she asked coldly.
"Yes, you can help me. I would like to speak to my girlfriend, she's this amazing women with ... beautiful..." he slowed down his speech as though confused, "brown eyes." His voice sped up again and his eyebrows wrinkled together, " 'Mione, have you been crying?"
"Why," she sniffed, "would you care?"
"Because-" he started, then stopped short. "Why wouldn't I care?"
"Because this is ALL YOUR FAULT!" she screamed.
"What's all my fault? Is this about me being away for two months? Or are you still mad at me for leaving? I know you hate that, but I had to work and I kissed you good-bye and left a note and I called and apologized, and"
Ron! Shut up! That's not why I'm upset!"
"Then why are you?"
"I was supposed to go on a business trip to Japan in late December."
"Okay, that's half a year away."
"I know. It's six and a half months away."
"Okay ... what does that have to do with-"
"Add six and a half months to the two you've been gone for."
"Eight and a half months."
"Think about it." Her head popped out.
Ron's head dropped to his hands. "That's all she gives me to go on? All I know," he thought out loud, "is that she was supposed to go on a trip in six months, and that's eight and a half months from the last time we ... and 'was supposed to' probably means that she's not going to be able to go and OH MY FRIGGEN GOD!" He jumped out of his seat and sprinted to the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of blue dust from a class labeled "Harry and Ginny" and threw it into the fireplace.
"GUYS!" he screamed frantically, "Help! Ginny- I know... I need one of you! Harry? Gin?!"
"Ron?"
"Harry ... oh good..."
"What's wrong?"
"You don't know?"
"Know what?"
"Is Ginny there?"
"No ... she's at Hermione's who called just a minute ago, crying frantically-Ron what did you do?" he asked, sounding disappointed but smiling nonetheless.
"I...got her..." he stuttered.
"Ron? Are you all right?"
"I got her pregnant, mate."
"Wow. And how long have you known?" He asked, trying to keep his cool. After all, Ron was freaked out enough for the both of them.
"About ... half a minute."
"How long do you reckon she's known?"
"A while. Ginny knew before I did... I feel like such an ass!"
"Why?"
"I haven't talked to her in two months, and she's carrying my baby!"
"Because you were doing what I asked you to do. Now I feel like a complete prat."
"No, someone had to go, and you are not leaving my sister, nephew, and baby niece for months at a time."
Harry laughed.
"Hey mate, I know you don't WANT to, but I suggest finding Hermione and groveling. BIG TIME."
"I don't beg. You know that."
"No, you don't do you? You don't beg, don't apologize, you don't accept help ... what exactly will you do to make Hermione forgive you?"
"For Hermione?" Ron asked, sounding p
"For Hermione, what will you do for her?"
Ron sighed heavily, "I'll... I'll beg, grovel, apologize, get help, and thank you for it. Only for Hermione."
Ron immediately apparated to his girfriend's apartment.
"Hermione?" he asked. "'Mione!" he called again a minute later, then demanded, "Hermione Granger you better come out here! I have something important to tell you!"
In the bedroom, Ginny sat with Hermione who got up angrily and went to her living room.
"Ronald Weasley, you never learn," Ginny muttered, hurting for her brother and her friend. Then she apparated back to her own home.
Hermione walked coolly into her living room. She had her hands on her hips and her feet spread slightly apart, her mouth was a thin line and her eyes were dangerously narrow.
"Well?" she asked icily, "What's so important that you felt the need to come here without warning, scream, and interrupt my talk with Ginny?"
Ron just stood there with his mouth slightly open.
"Well?" she demanded.
He blinked for the first time since Hermione entered the room.
"I'll remember...what was I remembering?"
Hermione tried not to, but she couldn't hold back a smile.
"Ron?"
"Did I really go two months without seeing you?" he whispered.
"Yes," She was angry again.
"How did I ever leave you?"
Hermione started melting again as Ron fell to his knees.
"I remembered," he whispered on the verge of tears.
"What did you remember?" she asked him softly.
"What I came here to say, I want to say that I'm sorry. Sorry for leaving and getting you upset, sorry for being away for a month and a half, and sorry that I spent my first week back working. I'm sorry that I haven't been here for you and I'm sorry that I'm a big, mean, evil, and not to mention extremely stupid, prat."
Hermione looked like she was going to cry for a minute, but then she got much more serious. She pulled Ron off his knees and sat him on the couch.
"You're sorry for a lot of things," she stated.
"I am. I'm really sorry. I came here to apologize, To grovel, to beg...for forgiveness, and to tell you that it's all for you," he was crying silently. "I had to tell you that I love you and I'll do anything for you," Hermione sat down next to him. he kissed her cheek and placed his hand on hers, and his other on her belly. He lowered his head so that he was face to face with her stomach.
"You too."
"So you figured it out. Are you going to add him/her to your list?"
"My list?"
"Of things that you're sorry for."
"No... I'm not sorry, I can't be sorry for that. I'm only sorry if, that, you're sorry."
"Oh, Ron..." He just smiled a sweet little smile.
"Hermione, you know I love you, right?" She nodded and blinked back tears.
"Good." He got up and down again, back to the floor.
"Ronald Weasley, don't you dare propose just because you got me pregnant!"
He just smiled though, that I'm-one-step-ahead-of-you, cocky smile.
"Please look at this," he handed her a small sheet of paper that he pulled out of his wallet.
"It's a receipt,"
"From when?"
"About three months ago."
"Thank you." He pocketed it again and brought out a small crushed velvet box.
"That receipt was from a jewelry store in California that custom makes rings." Hermione's eyes popped out and her mouth dropped slightly. She shut it quickly, but Ron saw first and it gave him enough courage to go on.
"I worked with a jeweler there to design something I wanted to give you. I got it about three months ago. Did you, by chance, see the amount on that receipt?"
"No," she lied quickly. He eyed her suspiciously and continued.
"Well, if you did and just forgot or something, you should know that that wasn't the cost of the ring. It was the final payment. You have to do the whole thing in shifts...one down payment, one for the time spent designing, one for the time spent making it, one for the final product." Her eyes bugged out, completely giving her away. She wanted to scream at him for spending so much money, she had seen the amount-of course she had-and it was more than she'd ever dreamed anyone would spend on her.
"You know Hermione," Ron smiled, "they say that trust is the most important part of a relationship, and that trust is based on truth..." Hermione smiled.
"So Ron, are you just going to lecture and tease me, or am I going to get to see this stupidly expensive ring in that little black box?" Ron smiled a very, very timid smile.
"Does that mean that you," he gulped," want the ring?"
"Depends," she teased.
"On?"
"What it looks like." He sighed, relieved.
He opened the box and Hermione gasped.
"Aww, don't get all excited over that. You haven't seen the best part yet!" Hermione looked at him like he was mad. The ring was perfect, it was so her. It had one large diamond mounted in the center and two smaller round ones in each side. Between each diamond was a tiny pale sapphire, And the ring was on band of white gold.
"What's the best part?" she asked a minute later, breathlessly.
"This." He pulled the ring out of the box and turned it over. It was engraved, saying 'Hermione' in a fancy script. The 'H' and dot of the 'i' were a pale blue, and the rest of the name glittered beautifully.
"How'd you get them blue?" She asked.
Ron picked up her reading glasses from the end table. He enchanted them quickly to better magnify and he gently placed them on her face. He held up the ring.
"RON!" she screamed "They're tiny sapphires! And diamonds!"
"I know."
"I've never seen a more beautiful ring," she told him. Ron smiled sheepishly.
"I thought you'd like it... I just didn't know if you'd want it."
"Why did you wait so long to give it to me?"
"Well, I was waiting for the perfect time, but it didn't want to show. I've carried it with me everywhere since I got it, and I kind of figured that now was a good time. So, Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"
Of course I want to marry you! And as for the right time ... anytime would have been the right time."
"Now, before you put this on I'm giving you a warning. It's been enchanted. IT will grow/shrink with your finger, it will never get dirty, and"
"How are these warnings Ron?"
"And," he continued, "once you put it one-it's not coming off."
"I take it you don't believe in divorce," she said with a smile, but he didn't find it funny. Hermione got down on the floor so that she could see his face better.
"Ron, you don't have to worry about divorce. I love you, remember that I said ANYTIME would have been the right time? I meant anytime. If you asked me first year, I'd have said yes! If you asked me after we graduated, I'd have said yes, if you asked me a month ago when I was furious with you, I'd have said yes. Ron Weasley, I love you. I've always loved you and I always will."
"I know 'Mione, and I may not have always known that I loved you, but I did. And I know now, and I love you and I always will."
They both smiled, and they kissed sweetly. Ron picked Hermione up, one arm beneath her knees and one behind her neck, and he twirled her around ... smiling and laughing, happier than he'd ever been.