A/N: I got this idea when I read a Ron-Hermione fic that was incredibly sweet… and then I read it again, in three or four different fics. Honestly, go for creativity people! Or at least disguise the plagiarism better! Oh… yea… Harry Potter N' the like aren't mine. Moving on!

Hermione sat silently contemplating the implications of the situation. She had royally screwed things up with Ron, who she somehow managed to have a large number of children with (all of whom were named sequentially… hehe…). They had been enjoying a wonderful evening underneath a large oak tree, or some tree like that, because their children had actually decided to go to bed early. It was then that Hermione was struck with that horrible, horrible idea.

"Ron, do you think I'm pretty?"

"Not particularly, no."

She fought off a grin as she realized that Ron must know about this lovely little story thing as well, and played along, looking distraught.

"Do you want to be with me forever?"

"Nope," he said casually.

"Would you cry if I walked away?" She asked, hiding the happiness in her voice, because she knew what he would say when she got up to walk away. He would grab her arm and pull her back, explaining that he thought she was beautiful, that he needed to be with her forever, and he would die if she walked away. This was going to be wonderful! It would finally confirm that he wasn't just using her for a good shag, but truly loved her! But, it wasn't like Hermione was insecure or anything… I mean… Moving on!

"No."

She rose to her feet, walking as slowly as she could so he had enough time to reach out and grab her wrist. But instead, she managed to get almost the entire way back to their house. A bit confused, she turned back around to look at her husband, who was still splayed out beneath the tree.

"Ron!" she called back to him. "You screwed it up! This was supposed to be the part where you stop me and say all those beautiful things."

"What are you talking about? I thought you were leaving," he shouted back. "Damn crazy woman," He muttered, more to himself than anyone else. But, Hermione had the misfortune of very acute hearing, and caught his mumblings.

"We are done, Ronald Weasley! Done!" With a huff, she turned on her heels, damning that cute little story that usually works out. What was with this particular fic and her very confusing love life anyways?

Well that, my friends, is going to be left to another chapter! Or not! It all depends on your reviews. And yes, I know this one wasn't very good… but it was floating around in my head after I read a fic like that (that actually worked out, mind you) and it wouldn't go away. And seeing as this is the story where I put all my crazy ideas… I thought… hey, why not? You know what else I thought? Accordion is a funny word. Moving on!