Ron was doing his best to ignore Hermione, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He had a feeling of hunger. He was missing her very much; they had never gone this long without showing any sign of affection, ever.
Yet he didn't say a word to her as they were making breakfast. He was waiting for her to say something, for her to tell him how much she hated keeping secrets from him, he was waiting for her to tell him exactly what she was up to.
But it didn't come.
No matter how much he loved Hermione, this was tearing his heart in two. He had thought that she would always come to him when something was wrong or when she had something she wanted to share. They had been married for three years now. Was this how all marriages end up being like?
He hoped not, he had loved Hermione for a long time now, and before he loved her they were very close friends. He felt that he could go to her with anything, but now he wasn't sure if she felt the same.
After breakfast Hermione went back upstairs, Ron could only guess what she was doing.
He had been hoping that they would go for their usual Saturday morning walk in the park; he had thought that she would have to surrender under the strong protection of the trees and the mystically mood they produced.
He diseased to go for the walk by himself, it would clear his head a bit. He went to the cupboard and pulled out his dark brown jacket; he didn't notice however the little sheet of paper that slipped out of the pink coat next to his, as he did this.
Writing a quick note to Hermione, he went outside.
It was a beautiful morning; the sun was up but it was still cold and dewy. Ron loved this time of the day, because it didn't make you feel happy or sad, you were free to think and diseased how you felt for yourself. He could hear the slight hum for the cars on the motorway, three hundred meters away.
Things were looking the worst for Ron and Hermione's marriage. The last three years had been the best years of his life and he wasn't going to let her spoil it all. He wouldn't. He had to do something. If he didn't he would never be able to forgive himself.
He loved her so much, and now that he had her, he couldn't give her up. She was everything to him without her his life would be dull & lifeless. He could look into her eyes for hours and never get bored. They would stay up late and talk about everything and anything. There was nothing that he couldn't trust her with. Nothing that he wouldn't do for her. She only had to ask.
He had been taking for granted the relationship that he shared with Hermione for quite some time now, but not anymore. He knew better.
He just couldn't stand the fact that there was something that she wasn't telling him. The curiosity was killing him, he had to find out what she was doing, he had to.
He walked around the misty lake twice, before making up his mind. He would confront Hermione and tell her how he felt. On the way back to their apartment he had high hopes that he would soon know that Hermione was doing with all the time that she spent in the study.
As he walked he saw some children playing soccer and, who seemed to be the youngest, was protesting. From what he could hear, the younger one was telling his brother (they looked very much alike) off because he was about to ask a girl out but then he came in and told her about the time when his teddy was going to kill him as he slept, and had to sleep in his room.
Ron shook his head. It reminded him too much of something that Fred and George would do.
He sighed. He hadn't seen them in such a long time. He had been too wrapped up in what Hermione was doing.
He reached their apartment.
It was a small house, but just the right size for the both of them. They didn't entertain much as neither of them could cook, and Ron had never even lifted a duster. But Ron thought it was perfect for them all the same. It had become his heaven.
He yelled out her name as he entered through the door, to let her know that he was back.
There was no answer.
He called her again.
Still there was no answer.
'That was odd,' he thought. She always answered him even when she was in the study.
He jumped up the stairs three at a time and saw that the study door was open slightly.
He walked in to find Hermione asleep with her head on the desk. She was making cute noises. Ron couldn't help but smile.
But this was before he caught sight of what she was sleeping on.
It was a sheet of paper with a series of graphs and writing. Ron speedily read the first paragraph, it was all about finance. In panic he quickly read the last paragraph.
His mouth flung open as he read the last line.
This can't be happening!
Not again.
Out of all the things he had thought Hermione was up to he had never thought of this.
This changed EVERYTHING!
