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Rowling. Most situations are based on those created by J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Six: Anniversaries
When Hermione finished the story, Ginny's eyes were twinkling with laughter remembering the day, and Lavender was hysterical. "I can't believe those two!" she exclaimed, referring to Fred and George.
"Well, it made for an interesting night," said Hermione.
"Especially when Phil threw up the Hyper-Active Humdrum from running around so much," Ron piped in.
"At the dinner table, I might mention," added Harry.
"So, what happened after Christmas?" Lavender asked.
"Not a lot," said Hermione. "We returned to work, got back to the monotony of everyday life."
"Surely you celebrated birthdays?" Lavender asked.
"Sure," said Hermione. "But no big celebrations. I suppose the biggest one was when Ron and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary."
* * *
The day before their anniversary, Hermione arrived home from work, put down her things and plopped onto the couch. She knew Ron wasn't home yet. He had sent her a bouquet of flowers, and an owl telling her that training was going to run late, and not to wait up for him. This had been happening a lot lately, though sometimes it was Hermione who was working late and Ron who stayed home alone. Usually they called either Harry or Ginny or both to keep them company for the evening, but this time Hermione wanted to be alone.
She was thinking about the next day, and looking forward to it. She and Ron had already told the people around them that they would NOT be working. At first she had been reluctant to do that to the people who were going to seek her help, but she found that when she explained the situation to her patients they were more than happy to oblige and told her to enjoy her anniversary.
Hermione sighed as she laid her head back and propped her feat up on the couch. She used to her wand to make the television remote come to her and she flipped on the t.v. and settled in to watch. She felt her eyes grow heavy, and soon they closed.
* * *
"Hermione? Hermione, wake up," came Ron's voice. Hermione sighed again and turned, waking up.
"Hi love," she said when she saw his smiling face. "What time is it?"
He ignored her question and produced a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Happy Anniversary," he said, and he kissed her.
"It's not our anniversary yet," said Hermione, with a smile.
"Yes it is," said Ron and he showed her his watch. "12:02 a.m."
Hermione sat up. "It's 12:01 a.m? How long was I sleeping?"
"I don't know," said Ron. "I just got home myself. But I stopped home to get you these flowers."
"Thank you, they're beautiful," said Hermione. "Accio vase!" She used her wand to summon a vase from the kitchen, and Ron put the flowers in. "Remember to put water in later," Hermione reminded him.
Ron nodded and sat next to her on the couch and took her hand. His fingers went to her left ring finger, and he played with her engagement ring and wedding ring. "I can't believe it's been a year already."
"Neither can I," Hermione agreed.
"Are you happy?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked at him, and was surprised to see that Ron actually looked worried. "Yes, Ron," she said, so genuinely she could see Ron's shoulders relax. She hugged him, and then kissed him. "I'm very happy."
"Good," said Ron. "Because you make me happier than anything else in the world, so I wanted to make sure you felt the same."
"Everyday," said Hermione.
"Happy Anniversary," said Ron.
"Happy Anniversary."
* * *
Hermione and Ron had stayed up late that night, so it was well into the morning when Ron rolled out of bed the next day. He thanked himself for taking the day off of training, and the action was repeated when Hermione appeared, hovering a tray in front of her, holding breakfast for both of them. He could spell bacon and eggs before he saw what was on the tray, which Hermione set right in front of him.
"You didn't have to do this," he said, with a smile - even though he took a piece of toast and bit into it hungrily.
"And you didn't have to bring me flowers last night," said Hermione.
"But I wanted to," said Ron.
"Exactly," said Hermione, "and I wanted to make you breakfast."
"Thank you," Ron said, happily eating the rest of his food. Hermione grabbed her own plate and joined him, and they boy enjoyed what was left of the quiet morning before getting dressed and planning to spend the day out.
They ended up in Diagon Alley, holding hands and walking through the streets like they were little kids. Even though it was their anniversary, they didn't want to spend money when they were trying to save for a house, and they decided that being together and doing fun, free things they would enjoy the day. In fact, Ron was just starting to wonder when some certain little fun, free things would begin when Hermione leaned over and kissed him, deeply.
"I'm ready to go home," she said, matter-of-factly. "Are you?"
"Yes," was all Ron said, and they disapparated back to their flat. They were not prepared for what they found there.
* * *
"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed as she looked at their living room. Someone had lit about a hundred candles, and it was only their glow that lit the room. "Ron? Did you do this?"
"How could I?" Ron asked, as surprised as she was. "I was with you all day."
Hermione walked towards the small table where they ate their meals. It was set for two, and there was a covered tray which Hermione assumed was filled with food. In the center were more candles, and leaning on one was a white notecard. "Oh," said Hermione. "Here's a letter."
Ron came over and looked over Hermione's shoulder as she read the note. "Dear Hermione (and Ron, I suppose). I wanted to thank you for being a great teacher this past year. I know you wanted to save money, but you deserved more for your anniversary than just a day trip to Diagon Alley. Mum helped me make all this food (believe me, I am not a gourmet!) so I hope you will enjoy it. And to both Hermione and Ron, I wish you a VERY, VERY Happy Anniversary. Here's to many more to come! Love from, Ginny (and Molly, and even a little bit from Harry because he helped me set this all up!)."
"That's nice of her," said Ron.
"It's wonderful," said Hermione. "I will really have to thank her."
"So, what do you suppose they sent us to eat?" Ron asked, and his stomach growled. Hermione smiled at him knowingly and then giggled.
"Why don't we find out," she said, and she reached for the cover of the tray and pulled it off. They found a large Shepard's pie and a chocolate cake.
"Well, what are we waiting for," Ron said as he looked longingly at the food. "Let's eat!" Hermione laughed again, and they sat down and dug into the food.
* * *
"You know what I never told you about that day?" Ginny asked when Hermione finished telling the story.
"What?" Hermione replied.
"Mum wanted to have a surprise party for you! She was planning on being there when you and Ron got home from Diagon Alley! I convinced her not to!"
"Can you imagine?" Lavender's voice piped in. "It's your wedding anniversary and your in-laws show up!"
Hermione blushed, "Well, not that they wouldn't have been welcome," she said. "But I did prefer what actually happened."
"And so did I," said Ron, "considering what happened after dinner!"
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, and she blushed a very deep shade of red as Ginny, Ron, Harry and Lavender laughed.
Chapter Six: Anniversaries
When Hermione finished the story, Ginny's eyes were twinkling with laughter remembering the day, and Lavender was hysterical. "I can't believe those two!" she exclaimed, referring to Fred and George.
"Well, it made for an interesting night," said Hermione.
"Especially when Phil threw up the Hyper-Active Humdrum from running around so much," Ron piped in.
"At the dinner table, I might mention," added Harry.
"So, what happened after Christmas?" Lavender asked.
"Not a lot," said Hermione. "We returned to work, got back to the monotony of everyday life."
"Surely you celebrated birthdays?" Lavender asked.
"Sure," said Hermione. "But no big celebrations. I suppose the biggest one was when Ron and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary."
* * *
The day before their anniversary, Hermione arrived home from work, put down her things and plopped onto the couch. She knew Ron wasn't home yet. He had sent her a bouquet of flowers, and an owl telling her that training was going to run late, and not to wait up for him. This had been happening a lot lately, though sometimes it was Hermione who was working late and Ron who stayed home alone. Usually they called either Harry or Ginny or both to keep them company for the evening, but this time Hermione wanted to be alone.
She was thinking about the next day, and looking forward to it. She and Ron had already told the people around them that they would NOT be working. At first she had been reluctant to do that to the people who were going to seek her help, but she found that when she explained the situation to her patients they were more than happy to oblige and told her to enjoy her anniversary.
Hermione sighed as she laid her head back and propped her feat up on the couch. She used to her wand to make the television remote come to her and she flipped on the t.v. and settled in to watch. She felt her eyes grow heavy, and soon they closed.
* * *
"Hermione? Hermione, wake up," came Ron's voice. Hermione sighed again and turned, waking up.
"Hi love," she said when she saw his smiling face. "What time is it?"
He ignored her question and produced a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Happy Anniversary," he said, and he kissed her.
"It's not our anniversary yet," said Hermione, with a smile.
"Yes it is," said Ron and he showed her his watch. "12:02 a.m."
Hermione sat up. "It's 12:01 a.m? How long was I sleeping?"
"I don't know," said Ron. "I just got home myself. But I stopped home to get you these flowers."
"Thank you, they're beautiful," said Hermione. "Accio vase!" She used her wand to summon a vase from the kitchen, and Ron put the flowers in. "Remember to put water in later," Hermione reminded him.
Ron nodded and sat next to her on the couch and took her hand. His fingers went to her left ring finger, and he played with her engagement ring and wedding ring. "I can't believe it's been a year already."
"Neither can I," Hermione agreed.
"Are you happy?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked at him, and was surprised to see that Ron actually looked worried. "Yes, Ron," she said, so genuinely she could see Ron's shoulders relax. She hugged him, and then kissed him. "I'm very happy."
"Good," said Ron. "Because you make me happier than anything else in the world, so I wanted to make sure you felt the same."
"Everyday," said Hermione.
"Happy Anniversary," said Ron.
"Happy Anniversary."
* * *
Hermione and Ron had stayed up late that night, so it was well into the morning when Ron rolled out of bed the next day. He thanked himself for taking the day off of training, and the action was repeated when Hermione appeared, hovering a tray in front of her, holding breakfast for both of them. He could spell bacon and eggs before he saw what was on the tray, which Hermione set right in front of him.
"You didn't have to do this," he said, with a smile - even though he took a piece of toast and bit into it hungrily.
"And you didn't have to bring me flowers last night," said Hermione.
"But I wanted to," said Ron.
"Exactly," said Hermione, "and I wanted to make you breakfast."
"Thank you," Ron said, happily eating the rest of his food. Hermione grabbed her own plate and joined him, and they boy enjoyed what was left of the quiet morning before getting dressed and planning to spend the day out.
They ended up in Diagon Alley, holding hands and walking through the streets like they were little kids. Even though it was their anniversary, they didn't want to spend money when they were trying to save for a house, and they decided that being together and doing fun, free things they would enjoy the day. In fact, Ron was just starting to wonder when some certain little fun, free things would begin when Hermione leaned over and kissed him, deeply.
"I'm ready to go home," she said, matter-of-factly. "Are you?"
"Yes," was all Ron said, and they disapparated back to their flat. They were not prepared for what they found there.
* * *
"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed as she looked at their living room. Someone had lit about a hundred candles, and it was only their glow that lit the room. "Ron? Did you do this?"
"How could I?" Ron asked, as surprised as she was. "I was with you all day."
Hermione walked towards the small table where they ate their meals. It was set for two, and there was a covered tray which Hermione assumed was filled with food. In the center were more candles, and leaning on one was a white notecard. "Oh," said Hermione. "Here's a letter."
Ron came over and looked over Hermione's shoulder as she read the note. "Dear Hermione (and Ron, I suppose). I wanted to thank you for being a great teacher this past year. I know you wanted to save money, but you deserved more for your anniversary than just a day trip to Diagon Alley. Mum helped me make all this food (believe me, I am not a gourmet!) so I hope you will enjoy it. And to both Hermione and Ron, I wish you a VERY, VERY Happy Anniversary. Here's to many more to come! Love from, Ginny (and Molly, and even a little bit from Harry because he helped me set this all up!)."
"That's nice of her," said Ron.
"It's wonderful," said Hermione. "I will really have to thank her."
"So, what do you suppose they sent us to eat?" Ron asked, and his stomach growled. Hermione smiled at him knowingly and then giggled.
"Why don't we find out," she said, and she reached for the cover of the tray and pulled it off. They found a large Shepard's pie and a chocolate cake.
"Well, what are we waiting for," Ron said as he looked longingly at the food. "Let's eat!" Hermione laughed again, and they sat down and dug into the food.
* * *
"You know what I never told you about that day?" Ginny asked when Hermione finished telling the story.
"What?" Hermione replied.
"Mum wanted to have a surprise party for you! She was planning on being there when you and Ron got home from Diagon Alley! I convinced her not to!"
"Can you imagine?" Lavender's voice piped in. "It's your wedding anniversary and your in-laws show up!"
Hermione blushed, "Well, not that they wouldn't have been welcome," she said. "But I did prefer what actually happened."
"And so did I," said Ron, "considering what happened after dinner!"
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, and she blushed a very deep shade of red as Ginny, Ron, Harry and Lavender laughed.