Grave Revelation

By Redd Butterfly

Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling.

Chapter 5: Second Thoughts

"No, you just compared us to your parents." Ron still didn't get where she was going.

"And?" Hermione shook her head in disappointment. Ron hated when she was disappointed in him. It was worse than her being mad. He knew he had to get this right.

Okay. So what did I say? Oh, yeah. That I'd help her with the housework. What's so bloody bad about that? I don't want her thinking that I'll make my wife do all the— Bloody hell! I just referred to her as my wife! I have got to learn to think about what I'm going to say before I open my bloody mouth.

Once again, Ron found himself trapped. How was he going to get out of this?

"I just mean, you know, if...if we were—"

"Married?" He was getting desperate now.

"Look, don't get mad, okay. It just came out. That's all."

"That's all?" Hermione's face fell as she looked down.

Damn! I can't do anything right. Now I made her sad. Sad because...because I didn't mean to call her my wife!? If she was upset about that, then that must mean she wanted me to call her that. Hermione wanted me to call her me to call her my wife.

Ron couldn't help but smile as he looked at Hermione's sad posture. Suddenly, he knew how to make this right. He took a step closer, and in that soft and sweet voice he'd been using a lot today asked—

"Hermione, may I kiss you?"

Her head shot up and a surprised look masked her face. Slowly, that look melted into a smile as she slowly nodded.

But before Ron even had a chance to make a move, they heard the outside gates open and a car pulling into the driveway.

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Damn!

I have never cursed my parents before, but now seemed like a perfect time to start. Oh, why can't they ever be late?'

"I guess we should get dinner ready," I said to Ron and walked passed him towards the kitchen.

He followed me silently.

When we reached the kitchen, we heard the door open and close, followed by—

"Hermione! We're home! We brought some Chinese!"

"At least we don't have to get anything ready," Ron said from beside me. Good, at least he's talking again.

Then I led us out of the kitchen and back into the living room.

"We're here, mum."

"Who's 'we'?" Mum asked as she and Dad turned around and smiled.

"Ron! My, you've grown. How are you?"

"I'm fine, sir," Ron replied to Dad as he stepped up to him and Mom to shake their hands.

"When did you get here? Hermione didn't mention anything about you arriving."

"Sorry Mum. He sort of came unexpectedly. Can he stay for dinner?"

"Of course. I didn't mean anything bad by what I said." Then, turning to Ron, she asked, "Does your parents know you're here?" I guess she thought he might have ran away from home.

"Yes, ma'am. In fact—"

"In fact—" I felt that it was my obligation to tell my parents, so I cut Ron off. "I invited them over at eight. That will give us all enough time to eat dinner and get ready."

"Ready for what," Dad asked, voice laced with concern.

"I think we should wait for them, Daddy." Pushing aside the thought that Ron is most likely going to tease me about that Daddy comment later on, I continued, "We have something to tell you that's very important."

Mom and Dad went extremely pale.

"Oh!" Mum put her hands to her mouth. "Don't tell me you're—you're—pregnant?"

I couldn't believe what she was saying. Judging by Ron's shocked expression, he couldn't believe it either. I could have stayed in that shock state, not moving or saying anything, if Daddy hadn't lunged forward and grabbed the collar of Ron's shirt.

"How dare you touch my daughter?! I am going to k—"

"Daddy! No! I am not pregnant! Put him down! Now!"

"You're not?" Mum sounded so relieved.

"No. How could you think that?"

"S—sorry," Daddy said, slowly letting go of Ron. "You were acting strange over this pass week, and then there's that time you threw up, so we thought—But you're not. So that's great!" Dad let out a sigh of relief.

"I ate bad clams! Don't you remember? The ones you brought home from a party that one of you're clients held. I can't believe you thought I was pregnant!" I closed my mouth, and began inhaling through my nostrils to try and control my temper.

One...two...three....

"Well, if it's not that, then what is it?" Mum was always the impatient type.

"Just wait, please. Wait until Mr. and Mrs. Weasley arrive."

"Maybe you should—"

"Please!"

"Fine, dear. We'll wait." I knew I loved Daddy more. At least at this moment I did.

Then he looked at Ron, who'd manage to get behind me, putting me between himself and my parents. "Sorry about that, Ron. Can't let anything bad happen to my little girl, now can I?"

Ron nodded. Then he looked down at me. Somehow, I knew what he was thinking. It was probably because I was thinking the same thing.

'Can't let anything bad happen to my little girl'?

I suddenly didn't want to tell them anymore.

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Thanks to all who reviewed.

I know Hermione's parents are dentist, and they would most likely won't be ordering take out or eat instant dinners, but I can't cook and I wouldn't know how to start writing about it.