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Jealous Minds Think Alike

Hermione trembled a little. She knew Ron was inside; the lights were on. Come on Hermione…Ron didn't fall in love with a timid little sheep. He fell in love with a bossy confident know-it-all.

Before she had another moment to doubt herself she walked in the door. She didn't see anyone in the front hallway. He's not psychic, Hermione. He didn't know you were outside. She set down her purse and walked down the hallway, trying to look confident. Ron was sprawled on the couch, his mouth hanging open, snoring. An empty bottle of firewhisky lay on the floor by his feet, which were hanging off the edge of the couch due to his size.

Hermione struggled internally for a few moments. It's supposed to show strength by being the first to apologize…but I'm always apologizing! I want him to do it first for once!

Hermione nudged Ron over a bit before sitting down by his side. He looked so innocent like that, and she couldn't help feel a rush of nostalgia for when they were younger, when they were both naïve. She put a hand on his shoulder and gently shook him. He awoke slowly, his eyelids sticky with sleep.

"Hermione?" He mumbled.

"Would it be anyone else?" She mumbled, echoing his words from over a month ago.

He pushed himself up with his hands and made a move to hug her, but she pulled away. He sighed. "Right. Hermione, I was a prat—no, I was more than that. I shouldn't have said that."

Hermione struggled to keep tears from pricking her eyes. "But Ron, why can't you see that I don't need an apology? It doesn't matter if you say that. You're the kind of person who says things honest, and sometimes too honestly. Even if you say you shouldn't have said that you can't fool me by saying you didn't mean it." Her voice was growing thick. She bit her lip.

"But I—I don't—"

"Yes, you do Ron!" Hermione cut in. "You did mean it!"

"And what if I got so worried and so desperate to see you home safe again that it completely altered what I thought?" Ron tried.

"You spend the night drinking, Ron." She gestured to the firewhisky. "You can't fool me."

He shook his head; he looked like he wanted to burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" She demanded. She didn't find anything amusing about the present situation.

"It's just that this is the Hermione I fell in love with. The Hermione that I can't fool with anything because she knows me too well. Hermione, we know everything about each other."

"No we don't. What do I absolutely need to have in my office at work at all times?"

"Work, a picture of the family on your desk, and a bottle of butterbeer." Ron answered in a heartbeat.

Hermione was taken aback. How did he know that? "That's just basic recall." She scoffed, not really believing her own words.

"No, Hermione it's really not."

"She shoved his arm lightly. "But this isn't what the problem is! The problem is you lied about what you thought and then told me quite rudely your true opinion!"

"Wait." Ron interjected. "Are you mad that I lied at first, or about what I said?"

Hermione was temporarily at a loss for words. What am I mad about? "Both, Ron, both! You shouldn't have said both! And it's not really that you said it, it's that you thought it in the first place! Most women say that their husbands think they're beautiful when they're expecting, and you tell me I'm not attractive anymore!" As hard as she tried, she couldn't keep a few tears spilling onto her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away before Ron could see, but from the way he looked at her with pity, she knew he noticed.

He ignored her struggles as he pulled her to his chest and wiped away her tears with the back of his hand. "What if I wasn't making up what I said before? About being so worried that it changed my opinion?"

"But you were!"

"But what if I wasn't?"

She sniffled, still trying to pull herself out of his iron grip and failing miserably. She didn't have a response to him anymore; she really didn't know what to say. She just couldn't forgive him, and she had a hard time believing his ridiculous excuses. He would twist anything she said.

"What did you do while I was gone?" She asked him, not meeting his eyes.

"I went to Harry and Ginny's house. I thought you might be there. When you weren't I came back here, because I knew this was the place you'd come to when you came to your senses. See, I do know something about you!"

"That's the only place you looked?"

His teasing expression was wiped off his face in a matter of seconds. "Well, no, I…I didn't know anywhere else you might've been…why? Where were you?"

"Well it wasn't somewhere you would've found me at." She admitted reluctantly.

"Where were you?" He asked, his voice low and his fist clenched on her arm. She tried again to yank herself out of his grip; when she succeeded there were white finger marks on her arm.

"I was at a friend's house." Was all she elected to tell him.

"Was it a bloke?"

"Maybe and maybe not." She smirked as she sauntered to the kitchen, her confidence returning. She knew her last comment was unnecessary, but she also knew it would drive him crazy with jealousy, which was all she needed right now. In the dining room mirror she saw him on the couch, his face frozen, trying to process that she might have been with someone else the night before. She did feel a little bad, she knew all too well how he felt about things like that.

She waved her wand in a few directions, summoning ingredients for an omelet. She was starving, despite having eaten just two hours previously. She didn't hear Ron come up behind her until she felt him spin her around and press her to the cabinet.

"Hermione, please tell me you were not with some other bloke last night." She heard the traces of pain in his voice.

"Why should I? Should I say something that I might not mean?" Am I going too far with this? She thought to herself. The blue burning in her husband's eyes answered her question. She sighed, relaxing her tense muscles. "No, Ron, I wasn't."

This time, she let herself be pulled into his arms as they wrapped around her. She rested her head on his chest as his hands gently rubbed her back. She could sense his relief.

"Hermione, I'm sorry." She heard his thick voice mutter in her ear. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Do you still believe what you said?" She listened to the beat of his heart through his shirt.

"No, I don't. I think you're the most beautiful person on this world. You're the only girl I've ever loved and the only one I will ever love. And I love that you're carrying our child." One of his hands moved down to touch her belly. To his delight, he felt a slight movement there.

Hermione smiled. That was all she needed to hear.

"I hate when you drag me places!" Ron was yelling upstairs.

"I'm not dragging you, I'm just telling you that you need to get ready so we can leave!"

"That's the same thing!" Ron called back. Hermione was bringing him to her friend Evie's for dinner that night, and apparently he had to dress nice.

"She's a model, she and her house are absolutely lovely and I want us to look nice!" Hermione had said.

Ron hastily buttoned up the blue shirt Hermione had ordered him to wear. He was tugging at the collar uncomfortably when he heard Hermione come in behind him.

"Stop that!" She fussed, fixing his tie from the back. It became looser and much more wearable in an instant.

"Thanks so much Hermi…." His voice trailed off.

"What?" She asked shrewdly.

"You look amazing." Was all he could really say. And he meant it. Her deep blue dress didn't make her baby bump (now growing rapidly) stand out, but it didn't hide it. But he didn't care about that anymore. It didn't detract from her appearance it all, because he now saw the glow it gave her, and the way it filled her out. He pulled her close and kissed her, surprising Hermione. Holding her around the waist, they Disapparated, Hermione guiding them to the right London streetcorner.

"Wow." Ron said, looking up at all the beautiful houses surrounding them.

Hermione pulled him by the hand. "Come on, it's this one." She led him to Evie's house. As they walked up the staircase, the door was flung open by Evie.

"Hermione!" She squealed, rushing as fast as she could in her six-inch high shoes before embracing Hermione as tightly as she could wearing the paper-thin thigh-dusting halter dress.

"Hi Evie!"

Ron seemed to have forgotten his earlier compliment to his wife by the way he stared at Evie as she shook his hand. Hermione scowled and shoved him inside.

The dinner went smoothly, Hermione keeping her wand pressed against her thigh in case Ron make any stupid comment that would reveal that they were, in fact, magical. She was happy with the conversation, the food, and everything else, except perhaps one thing. Ron couldn't keep his eyes off Evie the entire night. Every time he laughed, smiled, or snuck a glance at her when she wasn't looking made Hermione's heart tighten. She didn't look a thing like Evie. Evie's hair was perfectly silky straight, just reaching her chest, which inconveniently was threatening to become its own person. Her face was perfectly proportioned and there wasn't a single thing wrong with her.

As Ron and Hermione walked up the steps to their own house late that night, Hermione broke the silence. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

He still looked dumbstruck. "That is a bit of an understatement."

Hermione let a small sigh escape her lips, but Ron didn't hear her. She tried her hardest to keep the huffiness out of her voice. "Yes, well, I'm sure she appreciated your frequent ogling."

"What?" Ron snapped out of his daze as they closed the door and headed to the bedroom.

"Oh don't pretend!" She tried her best to keep her voice light and teasing, but anger was boiling inside her. "You couldn't keep her eyes off her all night! She is married, you know. That's who the bloke sitting next to her was."

"Wha—? I knew that! She's just…she was something." Ron stammered.

Throwing her purse on the bed, Hermione started undressing, her back turned to Ron. She really didn't want to tear up again, what was wrong with her? Maybe this was her karmic payback for intentionally lying to make Ron jealous the week before. Maybe that was her punishment for befriending a model.

"But—" Ron started, making Hermione jump by winding his cold hands around her bare waist and squeezing lightly. "I prefer brunettes." He kissed Hermione on the cheek, and she blushed. The tears from moments before dried up like plants in the desert. She turned around, her baby bump creating a small distance between their bodies as she kissed him.

"Why do we always make each other upset?" Hermione accidentally wondered aloud.

"What are you talking about? I'm quite happy at the moment." Ron said, running his hands up and down her body.

"I mean, I tried to make you jealous last week, and you're always making me jealous…why do we do that? Why can't we just be…normal?"

"Because if we were normal, we wouldn't be us."

A/N: Sorry for the shortness! I was going to write more but I decided a faster upload would be better, so the next chapter will be extra long, pinky swear! Thank you for the MASSIVE amount of votes last chapter, I'd love it for you guys to keep it up! You make me the happiest writer ever so THANK YOU!

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