The Plan
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Chapter 2
The next two days were the worst of her life. Half of her wanted to crawl in to a ditch and cry, the other half wanted to bash Ron Weasley over the head with a rock.
Saturday Night, Hermione apparated into their small kitchen and was immediately hit with a spell of dizziness, which she noted was starting to happen a lot when she apparated. She leaned against the counter to steady herself and was surprised when she felt the surface was covered in flour. She looked around the kitchen and noticed the signs of hours of cooking, she could smell something good baking in the oven and she reached over to peak inside.
"Sorry, you're not allowed to look in there," said Ron, entering the kitchen. Hermione's heart gave up beating and she felt her stomach quiver when she looked at him.
He looked good.
Damned sexy actually, he had messed up his hair and set it with a charm, black robes hung open over a deep blue shirt and black jeans. He looked so casual and jet so… phew.
The only sign of the boy she had known was in the glint of his eyes and his smile, as he watched her obvious appraisal of him. In his hand, he held two wine glasses, and he placed them aside as he stalked over to stand in front of her, causing her to have to tilt her head upwards to keep eye contact. She realised that she loved all 6 foot 3 inches of him with all her heart, from his broad muscular chest, to the cleverness that he always protested against owning and every single freckle that she often attempted to count.
She was going to miss him so much. Why did he have to look so irresistible when he was going to break her heart?
She reached up to cup his face, running her thumb over his jaw line. He stared down at her, an intense expression on his face, he reached out for her and brought her in to a warm embrace, and she went heady with the unique smell of him. He kissed her forehead and pulled away slightly to look at her again.
"Hungry?" he asked, pecking her on the lips.
A small growl from her stomach answered the question for him and he chuckled.
"How about you go take a quick bath and I finish up in here?"
"You cooked?" she asked leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Uh huh, we haven't spent an evening together in almost two weeks. I was beginning to forget what you looked like you spend so much time hiding away behind those books!" he answered affectionately.
She felt her heart clench slightly, and she smiled tiredly. He swung her in to his arms and she cried out in surprise as he carried her into the bathroom. She looked around in astonishment, candles were placed everywhere around the room, the bath was filled with bubbles and she could smell vanilla and rose on the air. He lowered her to sit on the toilet and he bent down to take her shoes from her feet.
"Ron…" she said breathlessly, "what…"
"Do you like it?" he asked, a slight uncertainty in his eyes, as he removed the last shoe. What was he doing? He wasn't making his breaking up with her any easier.
She reached forward and grasped his neck, pulling him towards her for a deep kiss, trying to savour the taste of him. His arms pulled her body towards him as he knelt in front of her and they devoured each other, two weeks of separation coming to the fore. It was sometime before he pulled away from her, ceasing the butterfly kisses he was placing along her collarbone and she moaned at the loss of contact. A gave her a predatory look and whispered against her lips.
"Later, your bath is going cold," and he left her sitting there quite frustrated, as he went to do something in the kitchen. Maybe he was planning on one last night together… but that didn't seem like Ron, he wasn't cruel.
She undressed and lowered herself into the bath, covering herself in bubbles. The hot water soaked in to her tired body, rejuvenating her and relaxing her aching muscles. She wasn't sure how long she stayed there breathing in the scent of the water, slowly drifting in and out of consciousness.
She realised that she was going to have to tell him she carrying his child tonight, even if it was a lot easier to pretend that it was not happening and that she was maybe just feeling a little under the weather. She sighed and her hand rested on her belly, she wondered how long it was going to be before it was obvious. She would wait until he broke up with her, then she would tell him. So that he wouldn't feel he had to stay with her because she was pregnant.
Music came on in the living room and Ron appeared carrying two glasses of wine, he smiled at her dashingly.
"Ready to eat?" he asked.
She forced a smile and took the wine, downing the whole glass.
"Thirsty?" he asked, looking at her in surprise. Picking up a large fluffy towel from the floor, he pulled out his wand and cast a charm on it. He grinned, looking pleased with himself. Curiously, she stepped out of the bath, with his help, into the waiting towel. To her pleasure she found it was warm against her skin, and she sighed as, standing behind her, we wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder.
"Hmmm… You smell good, and your skin is all smooth…," he said against her neck, causing tingles to spread through her body, and she felt his hand reach inside the towel and flutter across her stomach. She pulled away, wrapping the towel around herself tightly and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"I'll go get dressed shall I?" she said, and he looked stunned for a second at her pulling away.
Recovering quickly, he murmured, "If you have to…," giving her a cheeky grin.
Despite her stern glance, a smile tugged at her lips and he took this as a sign to reach out and kiss her again.
Eventually she went into their bedroom, to discover clean sheets on the bed and resting on her pillow, a deep red carnation. She felt her heart flutter, and she held it to her nose. What if he had changed his mind… maybe he wanted to stay?
Confused, she pulled out a long black skirt and a thin burgundy cardigan, plaited her long hair, which fell down past her hips, and entwined the carnation in to the bottom.
Hermione entered the living room and stopped in surprise again. If she thought that cooking, the bathroom and the bedroom had been a huge gesture on Ron's part. It was nothing compared to the sight before her now.
To be continued…
I'm evil leaving all these cliff hangers aren't I? But you maybe happy to know the story is already written, I just decided to post it in bits rather than one long chapter! :o)
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