The Tale of little Bean

Ch. 1

The big fight

Hermione sat on the porch swing reading her book. She looked out across the garden to the field beyond. She let her eyes scan from one child to the next silently counting each one. Good they were all accounted for. She put her book down to watch them play. The oldest was Gillian at 13 she had Ron's red hair but Hermione's unruly curls. Then there was the twins Phillip and Gorge at 11 they were just like Ron in every way. Then there was the baby Beyonca (bean for short) at 5. She stood out from the rest with her thick curley blond hair. Yes, you herd me right blond. She was quite a surprise. Hermione thought back to the day Bean was born. Her heart broke at the look on Ron's face and the hurt in is eyes when he first saw that little baby. She had to tell him the truth no madder how horrible it was. It all started about six years ago. She and Ron had just gotten home from a dinner with an old friend of Hermione's.

"Ron. That was a vary mean thing you did." She said pulling off coat and hanging it up.

Ron turned to face her. "Mean? He was coming on to you. And right in front me. Your husband I am still your husband right?"

"Oh Ron don't be so dramatic." she said rolling her eyes. "He was not coming on to me. We are just friends."

"Hermione don't treat me like a child. He was all over you." he said grabbing a bottle of firewisky off the top shelve of the cupboard and drinking right from the bottle.

Hermione did not like him drinking. He started drinking back in seventh year, after he lost his brother Charlie in the war. And it only got worse when his farther died.She and Harry finely got him away from the bottle and he sobered up. "Ron put that away." she said grabbing for bottle in his hand.

Ron pulled the bottle away from her grasp. He stood there looking at her. "Don't do that again." he said in a vary serious tone.

Hermione had never herd him take that tone before, it kind of scared her. She looked up at him the stubborn part in her took over before she could stop it. "Or what?" she asked.

"Just don't." he said looking back at her. He went to take another drink. She grabbed for the bottle again. " I'm warning you Hermione. Do not test me. I am not in the mood."

"What is your problem Ron?" she said crossing her arms over her chest and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Dan is a friend. We have not seen each other for years."

"Maybe that's why he did not care that I was sitting right there." he said taking another drink.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Hermione are you blind or just stupid..." SMACK she hit him in mid sentence.

"How dear you say that to me.," she yelled

Ron brought his hand to his face and rubbed the red handprint that was starting to form there. "What the bloody hell was that for.?" he said looking at her.

Hermione was so mad she was shaking. "If you don't know then you are the one that's stupid." she said taking a step toured him.

Ron just shook his head and started to walk away, mumbling something about crazy bloody women. He brought the bottle back up to his lips for another drink.

Hermione grabbed the bottle from him. "I said put that away." she said taking the bottle and throwing into fireplace were in smashed against the wall.

The bottle hit his top lip when she grabbed it from him and it was now bleeding. "Shit Hermione have you gone mental?" he said using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the blood from his mouth.

"I told you to put it down." she replied.

"Well you know what I am not one of the children." he yelled.

"Then quite acting like one." she yelled back.

Ron's anger was at a boiling point. He was trying to keep his anger under control, but she was pushing him. He took a few deep breaths and said. "I'm going out for a walk. We can talk about this tomorrow when we are both calmer." He turned and started to walk away.

"We will talk about it right now." she said stepping in front of him.

"Hermione you are pushing me. Now move aside and let me leave."

"Or what? What are you going to do hit me...? SMACK it all happened so fast. One minute she was standing there the next she was on the ground.

Ron stood there in shock. What did he just do? He did not mean to hit her, she just keep pushing him and pushing him. He looked down at her laying there. "Oh god Hermione I'm so sorry." He bent down to help her up.

"Get away from me." she yelled scooting across the floor.

"But Hermione I'm..."

She stood up and looked him right in the eye. "Get out." she said pointing towered the door.

Ron took a step toured her and started to say something but stopped when he saw her take a step away from him. He looked at her face and saw the blood on her face from the split lip. He took another step forward and again she moved away. He turned and left without looking back.

Hermione fell to the floor crying. She sat like that for a long time before leaving herself. She found herself about an hour later sitting at a table in the back of Ted's tavern. She was working on her third firewisky. She was not a drinker so as you could image she was already pretty drunk. She did not see him walk in but he sure saw her. He walked over to the bar and ordered a drink then made his way to her table. "Well Gran... Hermione what are you doing here?"

She tilted her head up to see who was talking to her. "I said to leave me alone." She picked up her drink, downed the last of it, and shuddered at the taste. "How can Ron drink this stuff?" she thought to herself.

"Are you going to answer my question? What are you doing here?" he asked again. Then sat down beside her.

"What do you think you are doing?" she asked shooting away from him. "I thought you were going for a walk? What are you following me now?"

He looked at her and a small twinkle came to his eye. "Is that why you came here?"

"What are you talking about?" she had a confused look on her face. "We fought. You hit me. Now I want to be alone. So go finish your walk and leave me be." she raised her hand to get the bartenders attention.

A smile spread across his face. This was too good to be true he thought. "Oh come on baby." he said slipping his arm around her shoulder. "Let's not fight anymore."

"What the hell do you think you are doing? Get your hands off me." she replied pushing his arm away.

His eyes narrowed and his face turned red with anger. He would have to do this another way. "Why don't I go get us some more drinks." he said getting up from the table. He walked over to the bar and order more drinks. He came back to the table and handed her drink to her. His smile widened as he watched her take a long drink from her glass. Very shortly, she would be his.