Ron plans a special surprise for a holiday tradition. Hermione's annual trip to the Royal Ballet just got a little sweeter.
Music: Waltz of the Snowflakes by New York City Ballet Orchestra
"Mione, love, are you ready to go?" Ron peeked his head into their bedroom. Hermione was supposed to be getting ready for their dinner and ballet date. He was taking her to see The Nutcracker. He had taken her to see the Royal Ballet's production every year.
"I just need to find my shoes and I will be ready to go." Hermione walked out of their bathroom and twirled. "How do I look? Can you tell?"
"Absolutely smashing. I don't care if they can." Ron pulled Hermione into a deep kiss. "I'm not sure I want to share you with the world tonight; you are so beautiful."
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione playfully tapped his chest. "We are not missing The Nutcracker because you cannot control yourself. I am not missing dinner at La Ballerina or this performance."
"Are you sure?' Ron pulled her in for another kiss. "It is cold outside and it is warm in here. Who needs to hear the Waltz of the Snowflakes?"
"I do." Hermione spun out of his arms and continued to spin toward the closet. "You can warm me up when we get home. I am hungry and you have a promise to keep."
"If you insist, love." Ron hung his head and tried not to laugh. "As you wish."
Hermione: He has lost his mind
Daphne: Who?
Ginny: My brother, who else
Luna: Why are you on your mobile?
Hermione: My husband got us amazing seats tonight.
Daphne: Where are you?
Ginny: Isn't tonight Nutcracker night?
Luna: Again, why are you on your mobile?
Hermione: Yes. Tonight is Nutcracker night. I just wanted to show our seats
Ginny: Get off your mobile
Daphne: Curtain rise is in 2 minutes
Luna: Let me see and then turn off your mobile
Hermione: I can't believe he got us these seats
Ron looked over at his sleeping wife. Tonight had been an amazing night. He liked that he could still surprise her from time to time. He had managed to get them seats in the Grand Tier boxes and to the reception after the performance. There were several violins on display during the reception that she had decided needed to be researched. That was one of the joys and difficulties of being married to a librarian; she always seemed to need to know about the history of objects.
He had bundled her up and moved her towards the car when he saw her energy starting to fade. She did not like having to slow down, but the baby was forcing the issue in the evenings. He was hoping to let the world in on their little secret soon. Because that cute little bump that said he was going to be a father, wasn't so little anymore.
"Wake up, love." Ron kissed Hermione on the forehead and turned off the ignition. "We are home. Time for tired librarians to go to bed."
"I am not tired." Hermione mumbled, turning to face Ron. "I was just resting my eyes and trying to figure out where I have seen the pattern on one of the violins in the exhibit before."
"Well, we are home." Ron reached over and unbuckle her seat belt. "I'll be around in a minute to open your door. Time for sleepy people to go to bed."
Ron got out of the car and walked around to Hermione's door. He could either escort her or carry her. It had been awhile since he had carried her. He opened the door and reached for his wife.
"Ronald, what are you doing." Hermione was startled by Ron lifting her out of the car and carrying her towards their front door. "I am too heavy for you to be doing this. Close the car door. What are you thinking?"
Ron took a couple of steps back and tapped the car door closed with his foot. I am carrying my beautiful, sleeping bride into our house and into my bed. If you would be so kind as to unlock the door?"
Hermione tried not to laugh as she dug for her keys in her clutch. "Really? Did you think this through? You may have to put me down so you can manage getting into the house."
Ron set Hermione down on the porch and pulled his keys from his pants pocket. "Do not move. I am carrying you over the threshold as soon as I get it open. I have plans for you."
"Plans? Do tell." Hermione watched snowflakes land on the collar of Ron's overcoat. "What if our plans don't agree? What will you do then?"
Ron opened their front door with a flourish and picked her up again. "I'll kiss you until you agree with me. I think you will like my plans."
Ron did not set her down until they were in the bedroom. Settling her onto the bed, he left a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck. "I'll be right back. Don't move."
Hermione tried to think of a reason why she would want to move as she watched Ron walk out of the room. Thinking of nothing, she closed her eyes and waited for Ron to return.
Ron: I'm going to need your help
Harry: It is midnight. Could this have waited until morning?
Ron: No. She's pregnant
Harry: I know that
Ron: What?
Harry: When are you due?
Ron: August. How could you tell?
Harry: I figured it out Monday night. I've been around a pregnant woman and recognize the signs
Ron: Well then, you can help me plan how to tell the rest of the world.
Harry: Parents first. Then the rest of the world
Ron: But how?
Harry: I don't know. I'm tired and can't think right now
Ron: We need to do it soon if you have figure it out.
Harry: I have to be at work in 5 hours. Good night Ron
Ron: Some help you are. Night, Harry
Hermione stirred as she felt her shoes being removed. "Hello, beautiful," Ron whispered as he kissed the top of each foot after he removed her shoes. "Let's get you ready for bed. Off with those uncomfortable clothes."
Hermione reached for his face. "What about you? Off with your uncomfortable clothes?"
"Patience, love. I have a plan."