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"I'm going to Hogwarts for a visit with the children."
Ron Weasley looked up from a copy of the Daily Prophet he was reading at their Kitchen table and into the eyes of his wife Hermione. She rarely saw fit to visit their first three children as she didn't think interrupting them during their first Year at the School would be a good idea. Hermione said it would ruin their confidence in their studies.
Ron thought it was because their first born daughter, Williamina, hated having him around her.
She hadn't really taken to him since her fourth birthday when she heard them arguing that Ron wasn't her biological father. Williamina never asked them many questions about it which Ron found odd. It was all most as if the girl had always known and the fight only confirmed it for her. Young Harry never asked anything about it though. Ron suspected that Mina never told him anything of what she had heard.
"Why?" Ron asked softly while drinking some pumpkin juice. "Is there something the matter with the twins or Bethy? Are they missing Mum and Dad already? I told you it was too soon for little Bethy to go away too!"
"Beth is at the top of her class in all of her studies, Ron," Hermione replied icily. "If you read her letters once and awhile you'd know that yourself."
"I don't like reading, Mione." Ron drawled with a yawn. "You know in the Quidditch off-season of how tired I always am."
"I know it well." Hermione snapped. "You never help me with the baby. All you do is sleep around the house all day long while I clean it!"
"Mione, Harry told me why you really want to go to the School." Ron shot back. "Don't think I know you still have the hots for him, hmm?"
"What?" Hermione hissed. "You know that I've never liked Harry that way, you pig!"
"Not him, the OLD GIT!" Ron cried seething.
"Look, Ron," Hermione began genteelly.
"No," Ron said shaking. "I know you still love him! I know that you only choosed me because he was no longer there for you! I married you knowing all of that. I married you knowing you were pregnant with the bastards kids. You know why, Mione? Because I loved you!"
"Ron,"
"No!"
"I'm going to the School, Ron." Hermione admitted honestly. "I have to see him for myself. I think it would help not only him, but me, too. I have to see him one more time. I thought it was impossible. That I'd never see him again. But-- he's alive."
"Are you leaving me for him?"
"No," Hermione snapped. "I'm married to you, Ron. We have a family here. I could never leave that behind!"
"But you love him, too." Ron said. "I can see it in your eyes."
"I've always loved him!"
"I know," Ron replied with a bitterness that she had never heard before.
"But you're my husband, Ron," Hermione reminded him. "We've been married for nearly eleven years. How could you think I'd just walk away from that? Do you have that little faith in me?"
"I'm sorry." He said.
"I'm sorry, too."
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"I'm going to Hogwarts for a visit with the children."
Ron Weasley looked up from a copy of the Daily Prophet he was reading at their Kitchen table and into the eyes of his wife Hermione. She rarely saw fit to visit their first three children as she didn't think interrupting them during their first Year at the School would be a good idea. Hermione said it would ruin their confidence in their studies.
Ron thought it was because their first born daughter, Williamina, hated having him around her.
She hadn't really taken to him since her fourth birthday when she heard them arguing that Ron wasn't her biological father. Williamina never asked them many questions about it which Ron found odd. It was all most as if the girl had always known and the fight only confirmed it for her. Young Harry never asked anything about it though. Ron suspected that Mina never told him anything of what she had heard.
"Why?" Ron asked softly while drinking some pumpkin juice. "Is there something the matter with the twins or Bethy? Are they missing Mum and Dad already? I told you it was too soon for little Bethy to go away too!"
"Beth is at the top of her class in all of her studies, Ron," Hermione replied icily. "If you read her letters once and awhile you'd know that yourself."
"I don't like reading, Mione." Ron drawled with a yawn. "You know in the Quidditch off-season of how tired I always am."
"I know it well." Hermione snapped. "You never help me with the baby. All you do is sleep around the house all day long while I clean it!"
"Mione, Harry told me why you really want to go to the School." Ron shot back. "Don't think I know you still have the hots for him, hmm?"
"What?" Hermione hissed. "You know that I've never liked Harry that way, you pig!"
"Not him, the OLD GIT!" Ron cried seething.
"Look, Ron," Hermione began genteelly.
"No," Ron said shaking. "I know you still love him! I know that you only choosed me because he was no longer there for you! I married you knowing all of that. I married you knowing you were pregnant with the bastards kids. You know why, Mione? Because I loved you!"
"Ron,"
"No!"
"I'm going to the School, Ron." Hermione admitted honestly. "I have to see him for myself. I think it would help not only him, but me, too. I have to see him one more time. I thought it was impossible. That I'd never see him again. But-- he's alive."
"Are you leaving me for him?"
"No," Hermione snapped. "I'm married to you, Ron. We have a family here. I could never leave that behind!"
"But you love him, too." Ron said. "I can see it in your eyes."
"I've always loved him!"
"I know," Ron replied with a bitterness that she had never heard before.
"But you're my husband, Ron," Hermione reminded him. "We've been married for nearly eleven years. How could you think I'd just walk away from that? Do you have that little faith in me?"
"I'm sorry." He said.
"I'm sorry, too."
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