Title: Kindergarten Cop
Author: Vanilla Twist
Rating PG-13
DISCLAIMER/ Authors Note- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS AND ETC. (Sniffle) I don't ever fully own my plotline (see the movie Kindergarten Cop) I just own…NOTHING (sobs hysterically) if you recognize it, then it doesn't belong to me. (Sob) I love Snuffles! (sob)
Prologue: Mademoiselle Houdini
Saint Valentine's Day 1999
Pacing the length of his living room, Ron Weasley ran through his mental checklist.
"Candles, dinner, flowers, speech, and ring." He muttered fingering the ring bow in his pocket. "Ok, everything's ready."
He looked down at his muggle watch, (a gift from Hermione at Christmas) and stopped dead. It was quarter past seven. She was late. Sure it was only five minutes, but Hermione-Punctuality-Is-My-Middle-Name-Granger was always on time, in fact she was usually fifteen minutes early for everything.
"Maybe the Floo Network's backed up." He thought as he resumed his pacing.
Minutes ticked by. He checked his watch again. Twenty-five after.
"Where the hell is she?" He muttered walking into the kitchen to reheat alfredo sauce and fettuccini (Hermione's favorite).
After the sauce was warmed he checked hi watch again. Hermione was forty minutes late. He slumped back into a chair, subconsciously running his thumb across the edge of the ring box. A
A sudden thought struck him causing his heart to drop. Maybe she wasn't coming.
"Maybe Ferret boy came back for seconds." A nasty voice in the back of his head sounded. "They did seem awfully close at Lavender's New Year's Party."
"She was drunk." He muttered out loud. "They didn't do anything anyway."
"Then why does he still call her?" The voice argued.
"Oh Just shut up!" He yelled aloud.
The flames burned blue as a very distressed Hermione Granger appeared before him. Ron leapt to his feet.
"What the hell kept you?" He blurted out rudely.
Hermione gave him a look that would have sent Lord Voldemort himself screaming like a little girl far away from her. She collapsed into an armchair, choosing to ignore the question.
"What's for dinner?" She asked eyes still menacing as though warning Ron that if he had half a brain he'd drop it. Obviously he didn't.
"Where were you?" He pressed anxiously.
"Its none of your concern Ronald Weasley!" She snapped back curtly. "Just drop it."
"You expect me not to worry when the woman who is normally EARLY for everything shows up forty-five minutes late?" He was practically shouting now.
"I'm a big girl now Ron." Hermione snapped at him. "I don't need to be tracked down like a child for being a little late."
"A LITTLE?" Ron roared incredulously. "Try almost an hour!"
"So what! I misplaced the Floo Powder." She screamed back at him.
"Why don't I believe that?" He asked sarcastically. "Why ever wouldn't I believe Little Miss Perfect and Organization forgot where something was?"
She was speechless.
"Or Maybe Malfoy came around and the two of you had a nice little sh…" He was silenced by a stinging slap in the face.
"JUST DROP IT!" Hermione sobbed falling to her knees. "PLEASE!"
As she wept at his feet, Ron mentally slapped himself. (Which did wonders to his self esteem lol) He too sat on the floor gathering the weeping woman in his arms.
"Mione. I'm sorry. So sorry." He murmured into her hair. "I know you'd never…especially not with Ferret Face."
She only cried harder.
"Mione, please. Please don't hate me. Please. I wouldn't be able to live if you did. I love you." He finished weakly.
She looked up at him.
"I love you, too." She whispered sniffling. "I forgive you." She said eyes downcast.
He kissed her forehead. "I really don't deserve you."
She sighed into the fabric of his shirt. "If you only knew."
"Are you hungry?" he asked after a few minutes.
(A/N -- Typical Ron to think of food at a sweet mushy moment! HONESTLY)
"Sure." She sighed looking slightly green at the thought of food, but she smiled. "That sounds great."
Ron grinned at her before he ran into the kitchen to get the fettuccini Alfredo (yum!). Hermione wandered into the dining room and gasped. There was a big bouquet of purple roses in a vase in the middle of the table and a single red rose above her plate. He had enchanted the ceiling to look like a clear night sky with fireworks silently exploding across it. She could smell the Alfredo sauce and smiled. He really went all out this year.
Ron returned levitating a large tray before him with two plates of Alfredo covered fettuccini noodles. Placing them on the table he turned and gave her a nervous smile.
"Do you like it?" He asked turning pink in the ears.
"Love it." She replied breathlessly.
They both stood in awe, Hermione because Ron did all this for her and Ron because she liked it.
"Well." Ron coughed breaking the silence. "Lets eat."
They both sat and enjoyed a surprisingly pleasant meal, both desperately trying to forget the awkward start of the evening.
After dinner, Hermione volunteered to do the dishes, (much to Ron's relief) and Ron sat, looking anxious as he waited for her before the fire. He took the ring box from his pocket, desperately wishing he could have afforded a better one, maybe one with a diamond. What if she didn't like it? What if she said no?
"Ron?" Hermione's voice snapped him back to reality. "What's in that box?"
"Too late now." He thought hastily trying to hide the box, "But I can try."
"What box?" he asked feigning innocence.
"The one under the coffee table."
"I don't see a box!" He replied covering it with his foot.
"Ron!" Hermione started impatiently.
"Hermione!" He Mimicked.
Hermione stormed over to the coffee table wrestling Ron's foot from the box. She grabbed it, opened it and gasped.
"Ron." She whispered. "Oh Ron."
"Hermione I know it's not much, but it's the best I could afford. I can't offer you much and I mean I'd understand if you say no… but I love you and…" Ron trailed off at the tears in her eyes.
"Ron." She started again. "I do."
He froze, waiting for his brain to make sense of what she had just said. When he finally (after three seconds) relized what she said He pulled her into his embrace, laughing.
"I'm glad that's over." He murmured into her hair. Her shoulders shook. She turned her head towards him, tears streaming down her face and he kissed them away, before finally pulling her into long passionate kiss.
"Do you…" He panted pulling away first.
She crushed her lips against his in response to the unanswered question.
~Authors Note~
I don't write smut and steamy stuff sorry.
Trying to keep this PG-13 people.
The next morning Ron rolled over and immediately noticed that he was alone.
"Did I sleep that late?" He muttered checking his alarm clock. It was only seven thirty. He rolled out of bed and crawled into the shower.
After his shower, he sleepily staggered into the kitchen. Pouring himself a bowl of Lucky Charms, he wondered where Hermione was. He stopped suddenly spilling milk all over the counter.
She must have left a note! It would be un-Hermione-like to just leave. He desperately searched his house. After not finding anything more than her grocery list, he figured she had gone home for a bit, then with a POP he apperated to Hermione Granger's Apartment.
The first thing Ron noticed as he landed in his girlfriend's living room, was that whoever was there last left in a hurry. The furniture was moved, dishes were in the sink and clothes were strewn everywhere. He sank onto the sofa in defeat, and head in his hands he began to cry softly.
"She's gone." He whispered. "She's really gone."
A "MEOW" came from an uncertain-looking Rowena. "MEOW"
"Where's Hermione?" Her eyes seemed to ask. "Where's my breakfast?"
"Rowena." Ron whispered the name like a prayer. "Did she leave a note for me?"
The cat bounded away from the room, coming back with a piece of crumpled parchment.
"Thanks." Said Ron gratefully scratching behind her ears. Opening the parchment, he read;
My Dearest Ron,
You don't know how hard it is for me
to do this. To put down on paper
what I plan to do. Don't go looking
for me, I've made myself untraceable.
You deserve so much better than me Ron.
You could do so much better. Please don't
hate me. In your possession, I'm leaving my wand
and also Rowena. You are both a great man
and friend. I'll never forget you.
Love From,
Hermione
Ron jumped up, ran to the fireplace, and throwing in some powder screamed "Percy Weasley!" at the flames.
His brother's secretary's face appeared in the fire immediately. "Minister of Magic's Office, Gloria speak…Oh! Hello Ron!"
"Percy! Where is Percy?" He cried hysterically.
"Minister! You're brother is…" Gloria called toward a door behind her.
"Thank you Gloria. Hello Ron." Percy's face appeared beside his green-eyed secretary.
"Hermione's Gone!" Ron half shouted. "Dammit Perce! I need to find her!"
"Ron! Where are you?" Percy asked, worry lines deepening on his handsome face. "Stay where you are. I'll send a team."
"Harry! Get Harry!" He yelled hoarsely.
"Calm down Ron." Percy said before disappearing from the fire.
"MEOW!" came impatiently from Rowena who was desperately trying to get Ron's attention.
"Not Now Cat!" Ron hissed impatiently, pacing before the fire. Rowena meowed again. "What?" Ron snapped at the poor cat. Then noticing a glint of gold inside her mouth he softly asked, "What have you got there Ro?"
"Oh Hermione." He breathed as the cat dropped a small sapphire ring at his feet.
There was a series of audible POPS as Percy Weasley, Harry Potter and a team of assorted Ministry workers apparated around him.
"She's been gone awhile." Harry said, observing the apartment. "What happened Ron?"
"She left." Ron replied dully, fingering the ring.
"Do you have any idea how to find her?" Percy asked Harry quietly.
"Ron laughed Bitterly. "Don't bother. He said flatly.
"Why not?" Harry asked surprised.
"She doesn't want to be found." Ron said in the same monotone, wearing a hardened expression. "She's gone." He repeated before disapperating with Rowena and the engagement ring.
~~~~~~~~~~~End Prologue~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note
Aww! Poor Ron. All right now all of you stop, scroll down to that wonderful little submit review button and tell me what you think! Please? CONSTRUCTIVE flames welcome.
Sugar quills and fluffy plots,
Vanilla Twist