Hello there. Having a good day so far? Yes? Well, I can make it worse for you… -evil cackle- Ehem. Well…anyways…Enjoy!
Disclaimer:: As usual, I own nothing. Well…there is this cool rubber snake that I found…but that's not the point….
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The next morning, Hermione woke up, slamming the alarm clock harder than she meant to for it to shut off. She rubbed her hand, after slamming it, her eyes only slightly open. She looked over to the sleeping Ron, and smiled. She rolled over to her side, facing his sleeping figure and began tracing a finger down his muscular arm. She grinned thinking about how she used to watch him play Quidditch all the time. Even in the rain. She would sit in the pouring rain with or without an umbrella just to watch him play. She loved the way he flew, the way his ears would always turn red whenever he lost a goal, and always wanted to impress her. She loved the way he wanted to impress her so badly. He would even go to the point of going into the Library and he would try and read such thick and complicated books that he didn't even understand a word of, just so that he would see her I'm-proud-of-you-for-trying smile. She loved each and every way he loved her….and still does. She wished so badly that he didn't have to go. And for so long. She worked so hard to finally be with him…she didn't want to lose him. Not now. Not ever. She loved him way too much to lose him. She couldn't even go a day without him. And she didn't want to have to. But she has to. She doesn't have a choice in the matter. He has to go. Even though neither one of them wanted him to go. He had to. Both he and Harry had to go. Both the love of her life, and her best friend. Gone. For a whole year…if not longer. A tear rolled down her face as she thought more and more about this. She sighed, looking at his bright red Weasley trademark hair. She grinned again, remembering… Before she had ever gone out with him. She used to want to run her hand through his hair so badly, it hurt her inside. And now she can. But not for long. Only one more day. She only had one more day to cuddle with him, to kiss him….to be with him. She closed her eyes as she bit her bottom lip. Another tear rolled down her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked at Ron's face. His freckles. How she adored his freckles. …How she adored him. She sat up, still looking at Ron. " I'm going to miss you so much, Ron.." She whispered mainly to herself. He shifted a little, and wiped away some drool from his mouth, then turning over to his side, he went back to sleep. Hermione sighed, as she looked at Ron's back, which was facing her. She rubbed her eyes, wiping away any tears that were left. She looked over to Ron once more then bent over him and kissed him softly on the cheek. Before getting out of bed, she saw a slight grin on his lips.
She grinned slightly to herself, as she walked out of the room, and into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She took a shower, afterwards wrapping a towel around herself, and then started brushing her teeth.
Ron, meanwhile, sat up starring sleepily at the empty space next to him. He yawned, stretching his arms into the air, then rubbed his eyes, as he got out of bed, and walked out of the room, and towards the bathroom, where he heard water running from the sink. He walked in to see his beautiful wife wrapped up in a towel, brushing her teeth. She looked up from the brushing of her teeth and looked to Ron. " Goo Morming, Ron. " She said, her mouth full of toothpaste. He laughed a little, " Goo morming to you too.." He said, watching her spit out her toothpaste and rinse her mouth out. She then looked at Ron's reflection in the mirror, as he walked up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. " I love you." He whispered in her ear. " I love you too." She whispered back, as she turned around to face Ron. She went on her tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips, since she's so much shorter then him, she always had to go on her tiptoes, either that or Ron had to bend down a tad. " Hermione…will you still love me, even though I won't be here?" He said, as sadness overcame his expression. She looked at him, with her eyebrows furrowed. " Ron. Of course I will. I love you with all my heart, Ron, and nothing, and no one…could ever change that. You were my first real love." She heard Ron mutter something that sounded like " Krum". " And no, Krum was just…a practice, for when I actually got to be with you." She added, as she folded her arms. " But, Ron. You truly are. The love of my life." She looked into his eyes as he grinned that famous grin that she adored so very much. " You are too, 'mione." He kissed her forehead, as she grinned. " I had better be.." She then kissed him on the cheek and went out of the bathroom, and into their bedroom, to get dressed.
Ron sighed, then looked down the hallway, seeing Hermione walk towards the kitchen. He grinned to himself, thinking.
Hermione, meanwhile in the kitchen, prepared breakfast for Ron, as he took his shower. She flipped the pancakes with her wand, one hand on her hip, as she thought about the first time Ron had asked her out.
It was raining outside, and Hermione was standing in the middle of the storm, with Ron in front of her. They were both soaking wet, having a rather big row. " Ronald, if you love her so much, then why are standing out here in the rain with me?" She yelled at him, her hands on her hips, and her expression angry as she tried to yell louder then the storm, so as to make a point. " Because I don't love her, Hermione! I love you…" He said, his expression frustrated, and angry. She looked deep into Ron's eyes, as his words went through her mind, trying to comprehend what he had just said. " You… what?" She said, not yelling, but almost whispering. " I love you." He said, looking down at her. "You do?" She said, not quite believing the words going through her mind, but also wanting those words. " Yes, 'mione, I do." " Then why in merlin's beard did you go out with-with…Lavender..?" She asked, her hands still on her hips. " Because…I wanted to make you Jealous, Hermione. So that you would want to go with me…" " Ron, I already wanted to go with you. There was no need to go through all of that fuss with going with Lavender…" She shook her head, looking up at him, feeling rather cold by now, and soaking wet. " You…you already wanted to go with me?" She nodded, as Ron looked down at his shoes, scratching the back of his neck. " Of course I did, Ron." She said matter-of-factly. " Oh…well…er..Hermione?" He looked down at her, and looked at her beautiful brown eyes. " What, Ron?" " Er…if you want…I mean, I understand if you don't want to..but..maybe…possibly…Do you still want to go out with me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, preparing himself for a rejection. " Ronald. How could you be so stupid? … Of course I still want to go out with you.." She continued looking up at him, her hands still on her hips. Ron grinned, his famous Ron Weasley grin at her, and then took a step closer to her, as he looked straight into her eyes. " Ron…" She said, also looking into his eyes. Ron didn't wait for her to finish her sentence, He bent his head down a little, being so much taller then her, and kissed her softly on the lips. She took her hands off of her kips, and brought her arms around his neck, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. They deepened the kiss, as the rain continued to pour down. But they didn't care. This was one of their happiest moments in their life. Some creature could run out from the forest and chase them, and they still would be the happiest – now couple- In the world.
She sighed, smiling, as she levitated the pancakes off of the stove and onto a plate, when Ron walked in. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled yet again, and turned around, facing him. " Ron…" " Yeah?" He said, as he reached behind her, sneaking a plate of pancakes. " I love you…." He grinned, and gave her a peck on the lips and then walked over to the table, pouring syrup over his pancakes.
She rolled her eyes at him, realizing he only hugged her to get to the pancakes, then took a plate herself and sat down across from him, and poured some syrup over her pancakes as well. He took a bite from his pancakes, as he opened the Daily Prophet, and began reading it. Hermione looked at the front cover, reading it, as she too took a bite from her pancakes. He turned the page in the Daily Prophet, taking a sip from his coffee, and glanced at Hermione from behind it, making sure she was still there. He grinned, and then hid behind the paper, reading it once more.
"Ron." She said, finishing up her breakfast.
" Hm?" He said, not really paying attention to her.
She stood up and gathered the plates, levitating them to the sink, and bewitching them to wash themselves. " Never mind." She said as she walked out of the room, and into the living room, settling herself down on the couch, opening a book, and begging to read it.
Ron, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow at her, and folded the Daily Prophet, setting it down on the kitchen table, and walking into the living room, sitting down next to his wife. " You know.." He looked at the book she was reading, and tried to read it's title. " Yes, Ron?" She turned the page in her book, continuing to read, but still listening to Ron.
" Purple Monkeys."
She raised an eyebrow, lowering her book a little, so that only her eyes were visible.
" Purple…Monkeys?"
" Yep. Purple Monkeys.." He starred at a photo of the Weasleys, including Hermione. He had an arm around Hermione in the photo, while Fred and George were mimicking the two of them from behind.
" What exactly is with…purple monkeys?" She asked, her eyebrow still raised.
" They're…purple.." He nodded slightly, as he continued starring at the photo.
" Right…" She shook her head at him, and then went back to reading her book.
Ron grinned a little, and moved his gaze onto a photo album atop the mantel. He got up, walking over to it, and took it, walking back to his place on the couch, and sitting back down again. He opened it and smiled, looking at the very first page. There were two photos on this page. One, with Harry, Ron and Hermione, waving back at him, and another with the three of them having a snow fight on the Hogwarts grounds. He grinned at it, and glanced at Hermione, hoping he had caught her attention. No luck.
He cleared his throat, turning to the next pages. Not one glance from her. He sighed, and purposely dropped the book on the ground, and from this, getting a little jump from her. She looked down to see what he had dropped. " Oh, my, would you look at that. A book has fallen from my hands. My, my. Whatever shall we do?" He put a hand to his face, faking a surprised reaction. She laughed slightly, rolling her eyes. " Well, Mr. Weasley, I would suggest you pick up that photo album, in which you were indeed trying to get my attention from, and let us both have a look at it." With that she closed her own book, and placed it on the side table, and waiting patiently for Ron to pick up the photo album.
He grinned and picked it up, sitting back, and re-opening it. Hermione smiled, laying her head on Ron's shoulder, looking at the photos. They both starred at one certain photo. A photo of their first Christmas as a couple. Hermione was standing under a mistletoe, and Ron crept up behind her and tapped he Ron the shoulder, indicating she was standing beneath a very valuable and lovely Christmas decoration. She grinned, and the two of them kissed each other lightly on the lips.
They both smiled at this photo and continued their journey onto the next few pages, watching each photo for several minutes. They greatly enjoyed their wedding photos the most. Even though a great deal of them involved Fred and George in the background, chasing after Harry and Ginny, the engaged couple. After about an hour of strolling through memory lane, Ron closed the photo album, and placing it gently onto the table beside of the couch. He then grinned mischievously, looking at Hermione.
" What…" She said, raising an eyebrow at him. " Are you thinking, Mr. Weasley?"
Ron leaned over her, and gently kissed her on the lips. " You know.." He followed this kiss with another one. " It's three o'clock in the afternoon." And another one. " And we have nothing to do…" He started pecking her neck. Hermione grinned, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
And it just so happened that Ginny Potter decided to come at that very moment. She stepped inside the living room, her arms crossed, looking very upset.
" Unless of course my sister decides to come over…" He sighed, and rested his head on Hermione's shoulder. " Is something the matter, Ginny?" Hermione asked as she looked over at her.
" Oh, no. Everything's perfectly fine!" Ginny said in an angry tone.
Hermione got up, and walked over to Ginny, putting an arm around her shoulders, as they walked into the kitchen, a tear rolling down Ginny's cheek.
Ron sighed, watching them walk out, and shrugged, as he laid down on the couch and closed his eyes, thinking.
Hermione and Ginny were both in the kitchen, sitting at the table. " Ginny… what exactly happened?"
" Harry and I…got into a rather big row.." Ginny said, looking at her lap.
" Oh, Ginny… What was it about?"
" Well…it all started...with something about...how the teacup was on the wrong shelf.." She sighed. " And then...it got worse. We started arguing about his trip. He said…he might go to the station without me…without saying good bye…" A tear streamed down Ginny's face, but she quickly wiped it away.
Hermione and Ginny talked for another good hour. By that time, Ron had fallen asleep on the couch. There was a distinct Pop, and Harry walked into the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck, his expression full of guilt, and there was a small red spot on his forehead, where it looked like he had banged his head on the wall. Ginny looked up at him, glaring. Hermione stood up, as he walked closer towards Ginny. " I think I'd better go check up on Ron…" And with that she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, where Ron was taking a nice little nap.
" Ginny…I'm…really sorry." Harry looked down at his feet.
" You should be…" Ginny said, looking up at him, angrily.
" Listen, Ginny..I'm truly sorry, it's just, I'm stressed and things, about going on the mission and all, and I just took my anger and frustration out on you, which was a really stupid thing to do, I know." He looked down at her, running a hand through his hair.
Ginny folded her arms, apparently thinking it over.
They talked for a while and finally Ginny forgave him.
They both walked into the living room, where they found Hermione cuddled up with Ron, reading a book. Ginny cleared her throat, so as to make themselves noticed.
Hermione looked up from her book to the two of them. " You alright, Ginny?" Ginny nodded.
Ron yawned and stretched a little from his sitting position. " I'm a little tired, Hermione...Aren't you?" She raised an eyebrow at him. " How can you be tired, when you had just woken up form a nap not too long ago?"
" Er…well. You see… I…I'm still a little tired..Yeah." He gave Hermione a look.
Realization dawned over Hermione's face. " Oh..erm…"
" Have fun you two…" Ginny said, and with that both she and Harry Dissaparriated with a faint ' Pop'.
Ron raised his eyebrows at Hermione, and stood up, offering a hand to Hermione. She grinned and took his hand, as they both walked- rather fast- Towards a certain room…
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Buwaha. Next chapter, shall be the saddening Departure for our poor Hermione and Ron, as both Ron and Harry will be leaving. – tear- Ah, well. By the way. Thank you all for the reviews. And I shall say hi to IwillMarryDanielRadcliffe. Because I know that you just feel so special when you have your name on here. Great name by the way. If you do Marry him, please be sure to tell him Hi from me. Heh…
