Ron's Lucky Day

"Today is going to be a lucky day," Ron announced.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "Why's that?"

"I found a Knut on the ground when I went outside to fetch the paper," he said excitedly.

Hermione laughed. "What, you think you'll be lucky today because you found money on the ground? That's a ridiculous superstition, Ron. It's just a bunch of hocus-pocus."

"Nah." Ron was confident that his wife was wrong. "Today will be a lucky day, just you wait and see, 'Mione."

...

By the time Ron got to work, he was even more convinced that he was going to have a successful day. There hadn't been any delays getting to the Ministry, and going through security took barely any time at all. Granted, he had left a quarter of an hour earlier than usual, but that had clearly been as a result of picking up the coin outside. It had to be be.

"All right there, Ron?" Harry asked, nudging him.

Ron grinned and took a sip of coffee. "I've never been better."

...

By lunchtime, Ron's day was going so well that he couldn't wait to tell Hermione all about it. So far, Harry had given him some candy that he didn't want, his sister had called and offered him tickets to one of her games that Saturday evening, and he had filled out a record amount of paperwork. Individually, those things might not have seemed like much, but together, Ron was certain they added up to luck.

"Got any plans for this weekend?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to watch my sister's football game," he answered proudly.

"You've earned it. Excellent work today."

Excellent work indeed, thought Ron.

...

Ron headed home with a spring in his step, unable to believe just how good his day had been.

"Hermione," he panted as he burst through the front door, "you won't believe the day I've just had."

"Oh?" His wife sounded more skeptical than he would have liked.

"Yes!" He proceeded to tell her about all of the lucky things that had happened to him over the course of his work day.

Hermione sighed. "Do you really still think this all has to do with that Knut you found this morning?"

"Of course," Ron insisted. "There's no other explanation, Hermione!"

"Yes, there is." Hermione crossed her arms. "It's all just chance, Ron! It had nothing to do with being lucky!"

Ron rubbed his temples. He loved his wife, but sometimes when she was convinced that she was right, she refused to look at any evidence to the contrary. It was tiring. "Alright, 'Mione," he said as patiently as he could, "you are free to think that if you would like. You're wrong, but it's up to you."

Hermione scoffed, a sure sign that she was well on her way to annoyed. "I am not wrong!"

Ron held up his hands. "Fine." He didn't want a fight, not after the day he'd just had. "You're not wrong. But today was still a really good day and you're not going to take that away from me."

"Fine." Hermione turned away with her nose in the air. It might have been endearing if Ron hadn't been so irritated with her. "I'm off to start dinner."

...

"Hermione, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Ron." Hermione turned a page in her book and continued to read.

"No, it isn't." Ron leaned over and plucked the book from her grasp. "I know you don't believe in superstitious stuff, but I do, and I just wish you could...let me do that."

"It defies all logic!" Hermione exclaimed. "Why would you want to believe in it, Ron?"

Ron shrugged. He didn't really have a good answer for her, much as he wished he did. "Because it makes me feel better? I dunno, 'Mione, it's always been...comforting to me, somehow."

His wife's gaze softened. "It does?"

"Yeah." Ron played with the sheet absent-mindedly, unable to meet her eyes.

"Well, then I'm sorry too," Hermione said softly.

Surprised, he snapped his head up to look at her. "You are?"

She smiled. "If it brings you comfort, who am I to argue?"

Ron leaned over and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Hermione grabbed her book as she pulled away. "Now, can I please get back to reading?"

He rolled his eyes. Some things would never change.


Word count: 730

A/N: I feel like I always end up highlighting why these two shouldn't really be together when I write them, lol.