What Have I Done?
By Tatortot
A/N Plz do not read unless you have read chapter one. It would RUIN the story to start in the middle. PLEEZE read from the beginning.
Chapter Two Surprise, surprise!
Hermione awoke three and a half hours later, still in her bed cuddled in her blanket. She jumped off of her bed and swung her bathrobe off of her shoulders and danced and pranced around the room, slipping every once in a while because of her slippers on the wood floor.
She slipped into her closet and took off her tank and shorts, looking eagerly at her clothes. She stood there thinking in her bra and underwear for about fifteen minutes befor she found a silky off-white dress that was long and strapless. Hermione grabbed it off of the hanger and laid it neatly on her bed, grabbing her lotion and running into the bathroom where shook a long, nice, warm and bubbly bath.
She rubbed on her raspberry lotion and walked back to her room to put on her dress. It looked gorgeous on her and she spinned around before putting on silver high heels. She put her hair up in a fancy bun, letting two natural curls dangle by her face.
Hermione smiled, sat down, and waited nearly ten minutes when Ron walked in, wearing a black tuxedo and carrying very expensive ever-lasting red roses.
"You look lovely," he said to her. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, bent his neck down, and kissed her. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him back. Ron didn't step back until he could taste her cinnamon lips.
When their lips broke apart, Hermione smiled and said, "You do, too."
"Let's get out of here," Ron said, turning around and disappearing in a second. Hermione followed him to the Leaky Cauldron.
The two of them walked into a private room and Tom walked in, poured them champaigne, then bowed himself out of the room.
Ron pulled out Hermione's chair and pushed it back in when she sat down. He sat across from her on the small, circular table, and watched her, smiling, as she read the menu.
Hermione set it down and said, "Mmmm, bacon, ham, and cheese sandwich. My favorite."
Tom walked in a minute later and asked for their order.
"Yes, I'll have the bacon, ham, and cheese sandwich with a side of salad and cheesey potatoes," Hermione said politely.
"I'll have chicken dumpling soup," Ron said.
Tom picked up their menus and snapped his fingers, letting Ron and Hermione's foods appear out of nowhere and land on their empty plates. Again, Tom bowed himself out of the room.
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When they were finished eating and their plates were taken away, Hermione and Ron stood up.
"There's something I need to tell you, Ron," Hermione said. "I'm--" Ron wouldn't let her finish her sentence because what he had to say was more important.
Hermione gasped as Ron bent down on one knee. He took a small, leather box out of his pocket, and opened it, showing a three carat diamond ring.
"This morning, you woke up as Miss Hermione M. Granger. Right now, at this very moment, I am asking you, my sweetheart, my love, to go to bed as the future Mrs. Hermione M. Weasley," Ron stopped, then started again. "Hermione, will you marry me?"
Hermione stood there and sniffed. It was very sweet of Ron, but she has her whole life ahead of her. She's 22! She wrote many books, and got an offer to be a reporter for the Daily Prophet. She can't start her young life off write now with marrage and kids!
Ron stood up and put the ring back into his pocket.
"I'm sorry Ron!" Hermione said. "It's just that, I--I just finished writing my seventh book, and I got three job offers, and I'm going to take one of them! I'm so--"
Ron put his hand over her mouth.
"Don't even bother."
And in a second, he was gone.
"Ron! No, Ron! I'm sorry. Ron--" sniff "--I'm sorry--" sniff "--I'm-- sorry."
But Ron didn't come back. He left his true love behind. He left beautiful, respectful, cinnamon brown eyes. He left beautiful, curly hair. He left a beautiful tear-stained face. He left love.
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The days later, Hermione lay in bed thinking about that night. She remembered thinking that it was her best birthday ever until she declined her proposal.
Now that she thinks back to it, maybe she could have started her life out with kids.
"Well, with Ron or not," Hermione said, "I'm gonna start my life out with kids."
She gently rubbed her finger up and down her stomach.
"I wish I could have told the father of my baby. But he wouldn't let me finish. He got on his knee too quickly."
A/N Surprise! Surprise! Hermione's pregnant and Ron gives her the best birthday ever!!! sorry so short. again. i PROMISE the next one will be longer. :) sorry!
A/N Plz do not read unless you have read chapter one. It would RUIN the story to start in the middle. PLEEZE read from the beginning.
Chapter Two Surprise, surprise!
Hermione awoke three and a half hours later, still in her bed cuddled in her blanket. She jumped off of her bed and swung her bathrobe off of her shoulders and danced and pranced around the room, slipping every once in a while because of her slippers on the wood floor.
She slipped into her closet and took off her tank and shorts, looking eagerly at her clothes. She stood there thinking in her bra and underwear for about fifteen minutes befor she found a silky off-white dress that was long and strapless. Hermione grabbed it off of the hanger and laid it neatly on her bed, grabbing her lotion and running into the bathroom where shook a long, nice, warm and bubbly bath.
She rubbed on her raspberry lotion and walked back to her room to put on her dress. It looked gorgeous on her and she spinned around before putting on silver high heels. She put her hair up in a fancy bun, letting two natural curls dangle by her face.
Hermione smiled, sat down, and waited nearly ten minutes when Ron walked in, wearing a black tuxedo and carrying very expensive ever-lasting red roses.
"You look lovely," he said to her. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, bent his neck down, and kissed her. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him back. Ron didn't step back until he could taste her cinnamon lips.
When their lips broke apart, Hermione smiled and said, "You do, too."
"Let's get out of here," Ron said, turning around and disappearing in a second. Hermione followed him to the Leaky Cauldron.
The two of them walked into a private room and Tom walked in, poured them champaigne, then bowed himself out of the room.
Ron pulled out Hermione's chair and pushed it back in when she sat down. He sat across from her on the small, circular table, and watched her, smiling, as she read the menu.
Hermione set it down and said, "Mmmm, bacon, ham, and cheese sandwich. My favorite."
Tom walked in a minute later and asked for their order.
"Yes, I'll have the bacon, ham, and cheese sandwich with a side of salad and cheesey potatoes," Hermione said politely.
"I'll have chicken dumpling soup," Ron said.
Tom picked up their menus and snapped his fingers, letting Ron and Hermione's foods appear out of nowhere and land on their empty plates. Again, Tom bowed himself out of the room.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When they were finished eating and their plates were taken away, Hermione and Ron stood up.
"There's something I need to tell you, Ron," Hermione said. "I'm--" Ron wouldn't let her finish her sentence because what he had to say was more important.
Hermione gasped as Ron bent down on one knee. He took a small, leather box out of his pocket, and opened it, showing a three carat diamond ring.
"This morning, you woke up as Miss Hermione M. Granger. Right now, at this very moment, I am asking you, my sweetheart, my love, to go to bed as the future Mrs. Hermione M. Weasley," Ron stopped, then started again. "Hermione, will you marry me?"
Hermione stood there and sniffed. It was very sweet of Ron, but she has her whole life ahead of her. She's 22! She wrote many books, and got an offer to be a reporter for the Daily Prophet. She can't start her young life off write now with marrage and kids!
Ron stood up and put the ring back into his pocket.
"I'm sorry Ron!" Hermione said. "It's just that, I--I just finished writing my seventh book, and I got three job offers, and I'm going to take one of them! I'm so--"
Ron put his hand over her mouth.
"Don't even bother."
And in a second, he was gone.
"Ron! No, Ron! I'm sorry. Ron--" sniff "--I'm sorry--" sniff "--I'm-- sorry."
But Ron didn't come back. He left his true love behind. He left beautiful, respectful, cinnamon brown eyes. He left beautiful, curly hair. He left a beautiful tear-stained face. He left love.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The days later, Hermione lay in bed thinking about that night. She remembered thinking that it was her best birthday ever until she declined her proposal.
Now that she thinks back to it, maybe she could have started her life out with kids.
"Well, with Ron or not," Hermione said, "I'm gonna start my life out with kids."
She gently rubbed her finger up and down her stomach.
"I wish I could have told the father of my baby. But he wouldn't let me finish. He got on his knee too quickly."
A/N Surprise! Surprise! Hermione's pregnant and Ron gives her the best birthday ever!!! sorry so short. again. i PROMISE the next one will be longer. :) sorry!