It's Not Like You'll Marry Me!
Chapter 9: Preparations
Author's Note: Okay, this chap isn't exiting as the last but it is important to the plot! (Plus…FLUFF!)
Hermione snuggled into Ron's chest, blissfully sleeping. The minute they had arrived home, they both collapsed on to the couch, both too tired to do anything else. The rest had just left them there, not wanting to endure the wrath of Hermione if they woke them.
While Hermione dreamed on, Ron was wide awake, not going to be able to sleep. He thought over what had happened in the past couple of hours. I can't believe that I attacked her! I just don't want to believe it, yet I know it's true. How could I? But I know…even then…I still couldn't bear to see her in so much pain.
Ron placed his arm around her and started stroking her hair. But…she did say she wanted to marry me…He smiled. It finally got worked out. Even though we had to go through hell to realize it…
He leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. I remember back in school, I'd do anything for this moment…I remember feeling how impossible it would be for anyone to like a poor, unpopular guy like me. Of course, I didn't want just anyone, I wanted only one. I wanted only Hermione. But it seemed so unlikely, yet somehow, it happened.
He smiled. Maybe I should really thank that Gwyneth bitch. Without her, Hermione and I would have never…And now without her, we wouldn't be getting married. I guess I owe her something. Next time I see her, I'll give her a ten second head start.
Harry walked into the room. "Woah! Get yourselves a room!"
"She's asleep!" Ron growled. "You and your dirty thoughts."
Harry raised his eye brows. "Excuse me? I'm the one with dirty thoughts? I bet you were thinking worse all through sixth year—"
"All right, enough!" Ron said. "Just don't wake Hermione."
"You just don't want her virgin ears to hear what you were thinking of all through our crazy school days." Harry muttered.
"Whatever." Ron said, rolling his eyes. "So what's the situation with Gwyneth?"
"Well…" Harry said, "She obviously wanted you to kill us…Don't know why though…"
"Because she's psycho?" Ron suggested.
"I suppose." Harry said.
"So…what do we do? She's still out there…Still watching us…"
"Don't worry about it now." Harry said. "What's more important is you and Hermione."
"Yeah…" Ron smiled, looking down at his fiancée. "I guess that does come first."
"All I request is you place a sign on the door if you're planning on snogging or something. It's one thing seeing your two best friends getting married. It's quite another to walk in unannounced during a shag fest." Harry shuddered at the thought.
Ron grinned. "Don't worry, 'Mione and I would always make sure the door was locked before doing something like that."
Harry covered his eyes. "Auuugghhh! Images! Images!"
"Now who's got the dirty mind?" Ron asked, still grinning.
Hermione moved and yawned. "What time is it?" She asked, not opening her eyes.
"I dunno." Ron said, wrapping his arm around her as she woke up.
She sat up, not noticing Harry. "Ron…" She said, gazing into his eyes. "I'm glad you're here…there's something I needed to say… Something I kinda never got to tell you earlier…"
"What?" He asked.
"I'm pregnant."
Harry spat out his drink of firewhisky across the room. "WHAT!"
Ron waved his hands around, his ears and face turning bright red. "Nonononononono!" He said. "We didn't we didn't!...Did we?" He looked at Hermione.
She grinned. "Just kidding! You're cute when you turn all pink…"
Harry had more than he could stand. "Okay, I'm leaving now! Go snog…or shag…or plan for the baby's room or whatever…Just do it out of my sight…" Harry grabbed a bit of parchment and wrote Ron/Hermione snogging…DO NOT COME IN! He stuck it firmly to the door before shutting it.
As soon as Harry left, Ron stared at her. "What was the whole pregnant talk for?" He asked, still red. "You almost had me worried for a bit!"
Hermione started giggling. "I had to get him out of the room somehow. And it was just funnier this way."
Ron grinned. "That is why I love you, my dear."
"Want to have a little more fun?" Hermione whispered in his ear.
"You bet." He whispered back.
"Oh, Ron…we mustn't! Not before the wedding!" She said, in a very loud voice, making sure Harry would hear.
"But Hermione…I want to know how you love me!" He yelled back, making his voice heard.
"Ron! I can't resist you! I want to so much! You make me want to give it all up to you!"
"Me too! I want to pour my heart and soul into you! I want—"
"AAAARRRGGGHHH!" Yelled a very disturbed Harry, who had been listening at the door.
As they heard Harry running up the stairs, to try to get the images out of his brain, Ron and Hermione burst out laughing. "Serves him right for listening at the door." Hermione said.
"Yeah…" Ron said. "Y'know…the sign on the door says we're in here snogging."
"Yeah…" Hermione replied, having a feeling she knew where this was going. Just Ron talking like this was enough to make her tremble.
"And we're in here…alone" He said, holding her closer.
"Uh-huh…" She replied, getting lost in those blue eyes of his.
"Maybe we should do what the sign says we're doing in here. After all, they shouldn't be warned for nothing…" Ron grinned.
"I quite agree." Hermione said, wrapping her arms around Ron and meeting her lips with his.
And they proceeded to snog passionately, snogging for what seemed to be an eternity. When they finally broke away, Hermione leaned against Ron, and thought only one thing. It was almost worth it to fight Gwyenth for this…almost…
"Master of Souls! I'm sorry! But I didn't know that the mudblood could—"
"Silence, Gwyneth!" Voldemort ordered. "You have failed me for the last time."
"Master, you must understand! The boy and the mudblood…they must have had a bond…or some higher magic…"
"You fool." Voldemort said. "Potter was able to break my spell by his foolish mudblood of a mother's love. And that boy you enchanted…the mudblood girl's love for him broke his spell. I thought you would have taken that into consideration. You should have kidnapped someone else. You should have known the boy couldn't kill the girl!"
"Master! I am truly sorry! The boy was supposed to kill the girl, but it backfired…but don't worry…I have another plan…"
"No." Voldemort stood up. "No more plans, Gwyneth."
"What…what do you mean?" She asked.
"You have failed me. And yet you still call yourself worthy to forge the plans. I am the one who forges the plans. I am the one you pledged allegiance to, don't forget that. I hold your life in my hands. And yet you forget that."
"M-master?" She trembled in fear.
"I have no more use for you." Voldemort said, raising his wand.
"NO!" Gwyneth screamed, being enveloped in green light. After a flash, all that was left was a pile of ash.
He stared at it, and he kicked the ash, to make sure she was really gone. When he was satisfied, he left the room.
But he didn't see the figure of Gwyneth outside his window, wearing an evil smile.
Author's Note: Okay, I know this chap was mostly fluff, but hey! At least Vodie and Gwyneth aren't working together anymore! Right?