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Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had been living together for about five years. They lived together in a two bedroom flat in the outskirts of London. Hermione work at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Mysteries. Ron was the keeper for his favorite Quidditch team The Chudley Cannons. Overall to Ron life was good. Hermione and Ron hardly ever fought anymore like they used to.
At Dinner one night, Hermione had something very important to tell Ron. However, she wasn't sure of how to approach the subject. Also, she wasn't sure what Ron's Reaction would be. Despite all that Hermione knew she couldn't put it off much longer. They had been celebrating the latest win for the Cannons and Hermione's glass of wine was still full. Deciding she might as well get this over with she started talking.
"Ron?"
"Yes, darling?' he replied between gulps of wine.
"Do you want more?" she asked.
Holding up his glass he replied, "No, I'm okay."
"No, no not more wine. I mean more out of life," replied Hermione.
Ron thought about this for a minute before responding. "Well, what do you mean by more? I'd say life is pretty damn good right now. We Love each other. The Cannons are doing superb this year. Your job is going well. We're both healthy. What more could I possibly ask for?" Seeing that Hermione looked a little disappointed with his answer he frowned. " Why do you ask anyways? And how come you haven't touch your wine?" asked Ron.
Hermione Sighed. "Ron, I'm late."
Not fully understanding the hidden meaning he asked, "Late? For what?"
"No, Ron I'm late." Ron still didn't get it so finally Hermione blurted out, "Ron, I'm pregnant!" "P-Pregnant? How?"
"What do you mean how? You were there. Or do I need to explain how sex works sometimes?" exasperated Hermione.
"Really funny. No I mean I thought you were taking that muggle pill that was supposed to prevent something like this from happening. Isn't it supposed to be effective or what's the point in taking it?!?!?"
"Yeah will the pill is only 98 percent effective. It says so right on the box." She replied. " So basically it's two percent bloody well ineffective am I correct?" he asked.
"You don't believe me do you? You think I got pregnant behind you back?" Hermione asked incredulously
"No, no ,no, I was just thinking how wonderful it is for us to have fallen into the Unlucky two percent," he responded.
"You know what Ronald Weasley," she began. 'Uh-oh' thought Ron. It was never a good thing when Hermione calls him by his full name. "You don't want this baby? Fine." "I didn't say that," he started to say before Hermione interrupted him. "You know I don't think I can hear this right now. I'm going to Ginny and Harry's. Don't expect me back tonight," she finished.
And with that she was gone. No 'I Love You' nothing. Ron decided he need to think about his future a little more clearly now. But more importantly what he needed was to talk to his best friend. With one quick cleaning charm the table was cleared and in the next second Ron was gone.
A/N: This is my first story. Please review and let me know if I should continue.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had been living together for about five years. They lived together in a two bedroom flat in the outskirts of London. Hermione work at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Mysteries. Ron was the keeper for his favorite Quidditch team The Chudley Cannons. Overall to Ron life was good. Hermione and Ron hardly ever fought anymore like they used to.
At Dinner one night, Hermione had something very important to tell Ron. However, she wasn't sure of how to approach the subject. Also, she wasn't sure what Ron's Reaction would be. Despite all that Hermione knew she couldn't put it off much longer. They had been celebrating the latest win for the Cannons and Hermione's glass of wine was still full. Deciding she might as well get this over with she started talking.
"Ron?"
"Yes, darling?' he replied between gulps of wine.
"Do you want more?" she asked.
Holding up his glass he replied, "No, I'm okay."
"No, no not more wine. I mean more out of life," replied Hermione.
Ron thought about this for a minute before responding. "Well, what do you mean by more? I'd say life is pretty damn good right now. We Love each other. The Cannons are doing superb this year. Your job is going well. We're both healthy. What more could I possibly ask for?" Seeing that Hermione looked a little disappointed with his answer he frowned. " Why do you ask anyways? And how come you haven't touch your wine?" asked Ron.
Hermione Sighed. "Ron, I'm late."
Not fully understanding the hidden meaning he asked, "Late? For what?"
"No, Ron I'm late." Ron still didn't get it so finally Hermione blurted out, "Ron, I'm pregnant!" "P-Pregnant? How?"
"What do you mean how? You were there. Or do I need to explain how sex works sometimes?" exasperated Hermione.
"Really funny. No I mean I thought you were taking that muggle pill that was supposed to prevent something like this from happening. Isn't it supposed to be effective or what's the point in taking it?!?!?"
"Yeah will the pill is only 98 percent effective. It says so right on the box." She replied. " So basically it's two percent bloody well ineffective am I correct?" he asked.
"You don't believe me do you? You think I got pregnant behind you back?" Hermione asked incredulously
"No, no ,no, I was just thinking how wonderful it is for us to have fallen into the Unlucky two percent," he responded.
"You know what Ronald Weasley," she began. 'Uh-oh' thought Ron. It was never a good thing when Hermione calls him by his full name. "You don't want this baby? Fine." "I didn't say that," he started to say before Hermione interrupted him. "You know I don't think I can hear this right now. I'm going to Ginny and Harry's. Don't expect me back tonight," she finished.
And with that she was gone. No 'I Love You' nothing. Ron decided he need to think about his future a little more clearly now. But more importantly what he needed was to talk to his best friend. With one quick cleaning charm the table was cleared and in the next second Ron was gone.
A/N: This is my first story. Please review and let me know if I should continue.