A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #9 Games and Sports - Task #1: Cards Against Humanity- write about someone filling in the blanks to their suspicions.

Writing Club November

Liza's Loves: 20 - Hugh Howey - Setting: Post-Apocalyptic. Alt: Write about finding out a secret

Film Festival: 6 - (trait) loyal

Marvel Appreciation: 3 - General Phillips - Write about someone with little faith in something being proven wrong.

Word Count: 470

"You're cheating on me with Snape!" Ron yelled storming in the front door. Hermione stared at him in disbelief.

"What the bloody hell, Ron? Why would you even think something like that?"

"Because you were late last week."

"I had to pick something up from a shop."

"Right, a shop in Diagon Alley where Snape has his stupid apothecary."

"I was nowhere near his shop, Ron."

"Really? Then why does your jumper smell like him?" he asked.

"And what exactly does Snape smell like, and how do you know?"

"Because he's always reeked of the same scent, a mix of mint and sandalwood," Ron answered. Hermione blinked.

"Ron, trust me. My jumper smells like mint because... well, lately, I've been sucking a lot of hard mint flavored candies."

"Now you're just making excuses, what about the fact you haven't been interested in me lately? What about that? It means you're getting it somewhere else, with Snape!"

"It's because," Hermione started to say. Ron held up a hand to stop her.

"Don't bother making another excuse, Hermione. If it's him you want, than go, leave. I won't stand in your way."

"Can I finally say something?" Hermione asked crossing her arms across her chest.

"Sure, tell me I'm wrong."

"You're wrong, Ron Weasley, and an idiot! Seriously, me and Snape? Eww! He's old enough to be my father. Ron, listen to me very carefully. I have not been cheating on you. I was buying something in Diagon Alley, yes. My jumper smells like mint because it helps my stomach. Ron, if I didn't love you, I'd smack you for jumping to insane conclusions. Really? The first thing you assume is I'm cheating?"

"Well, you're really smart and everyone's always said that I don't deserve a witch like you..." Ron's voice trailed off as Hermione laughed.

"Ron, I love you and the thing I bought in Diagon Alley was this," Hermione stated pulling something out and handing it to him. He stared at it.

"It's a baby romper."

"Yes, it is."

"And you're eating mint because you're sick to your stomach?"

"Yes," Hermione answered wondering if Ron could jump to correct conclusion this time.

"I'm... going to be a father," he finally whispered staring at his wife. She nodded slowly. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

"I really messed that up, didn't I?"

"Only a bit," she laughed kissing him. "Now, enough jumping to conclusions about me cheating on you, cause that's not going to happen. Who should we tell first? Your Mum or Harry?"

"Mum! She'll hex me into next week if she finds out second hand!"

"Alright, tomorrow we tell her?"

"Agreed, tonight, we celebrate!" Ron announced holding Hermione tightly and smiling. She smiled back wondering how Ron could have been so wrong in his guess.