She turned around and looked into his blue eyes. Why was he always so calm, when they fought? Did all this even matter to him?
He was just standing there, looking at her, while she was crying. Again. How often were they here, in the kitchen, arguing? And always just about the same damn thing: His best friend Harry. Ron didn't like the way Hermione treated him. It always seemed like she was in love with Harry instead of her fiancé.
"Why do you always have to complain about this Ron? It is not like I am betraying you with Harry or something like this! Do you really think I'm that kind of woman? Don't you trust your own fiancé?" She gave him a look of reproach.
"Then why are you behaving like this around him? You always smile at him, always hug him and… I don't know. You are just so affectionate towards him. And I really don't like that. You should be like this to me. Instead you're rejecting me every time I want to come near you in the last weeks and stay away from home as long as possible!", he shouted.
"Because you are always picking up a fight when there is the tiniest possibility to do that.", she cried helplessly.
"That didn't change in the last weeks. It's going on like this for months! What's so different now?" , he wondered.
"What's different? I'm pregnant, that's different! But I didn't even have a chance to tell you that!" She gave him an angry look.
"What? Is that true, love?", he asked with a soft voice.
"Yes it is." She was still crying. "I wanted to tell you a few weeks ago, but you just argued with me every time we saw each other. And I was nearly sure, that you would say it was Harry's child instead of yours."
"I'm sorry, Mione. I'm really sorry for being like this. But please understand. I just love you so much, I couldn't take it if you loved another man.", he whispered.
"It's okay. I forgive you this one last time. But have to promise me, that you trust me." She stopped crying and wiped away her tears.
"I promise.", he said affectionately.
Then he gave her a loving kiss.