Sour and More Sour

by I'veGoneMad

All Hermione ever wanted was a nice, sweet boy for a son that she could love and care for with all her heart. She got more than she asked for with Tom Riddle. Way more. Now she is stuck in what started out as a dream, and now is turning into a nightmare. Drabble Series. Rated K-M. Please Read and Review, even if it is just a word.

4. Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Told in Drabbles of at Least 100 words, Max 1000 words.

Author's Note: Hermione is around 24 years old and Ron is 26.

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Ron nearly choked at the news.

"You're kidding. Please tell me you're joking."

Hermione merely glared at him.

"Aw wheezes. That means he will be in Slytherin for sure."

"Even if he is sorted into Slytherin, he will be just fine. Besides, Tom is an extremely bright boy. He might be sorted into Ravenclaw after all. At least now, we know that he has inherited magic from his parents. He should be getting the letter of recognition from Hogwarts soon. He is almost of age."

Ron huffed. "Right I suppose we should be having the whole wizard and magic conversation with him then."

Hermione smiled and nodded her head. "Of course. Though I think you should be the one to do it."

"Oh and why is that"?

His wife grinned and clapped her hands together. "This will be perfect bonding time for you and him. I swear Ron when we were walking back from the pet shop he actually smiled for me!" The small action that Tom gave her was enough for Hermione's determination to skyrocket through the roof. She couldn't wait for their relationship to develop more.

Ron smiled at her enthusiasm. He was happy that his wife was finally getting out of her depressive state. The news of knowing that she wasn't able to have children nearly killed her. Ron inwardly grimaced at the thought. Though he was concerned with the child, they...adopted. Whenever Ron was near him, he felt this coldness that didn't seem to go away until they were no longer in close quarters with each other. The kid rarely spoke and when he did, his voice was without emotion at times although the kid spoke with annoyance in his voice. Tom liked his solitude that was certain. Hermione's husband made sure to keep these worries to himself. He didn't want to ruin the new happiness his wife was portraying now.

Ron flicked his wand and numbers floated came out of the wood to display the time. He put on his brown coat and grabbed his briefcase. "Goodbye dear. I have to head to the ministry." Ron hugged his wife and left for work with a parting kiss on her cheek.

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