Chapter 2 of A Lifetime with Ron and Hermione.
A/N: I want to make it very clear that I'm trying to make this as canon as possible, and also that I don't plan on writing Romione sex. I honestly don't believe Hermione would give it up, and instead I'm probably going to have her wait until marriage. Good news is, I do plan on writing this story to their deaths(sad thought I know) so I'll probably be writing for a couple of years!
Disclaimer: There is some foul language in this one, you've been warned.
Ron and Hermione were having a wonderful day at the burrow.
Hermione had been surprised to hear that Ron was the only one home that afternoon because Mrs. Weasley had taken Ginny to Diagon alley, and Harry had asked to come along. The absence of Mrs. Weasley had allowed the two to wonder around the burrow aimlessly without a chaperon.
Ron had just convinced Hermione to play a game of wizard chest when her stomach roared hungrily. Ron couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter, and Hermione threw one of the cushions at him.
"Well I can't help it can I?" asked Hermione. "I haven't eaten all day," remembered Hermione. She had told her father she would eat at the market, but in her hurry she had completely forgotten.
"It's nearly four, Hermione how can you not have eaten anything?" asked a bemused Ron.
"Oh shut it Ron," Hermione snapped.
"Well then," said Ron trying to gage Hermione's mood. "I guess we better get some food in you fast."
At that Hermione's stomach made another gurgling sound. Ron let out a snicker.
"I don't understand what's so funny, Ronald."
"It's usually me isn't it?"
Hermione let out a snort, "yes, I suppose it is. Come on let's go find something in the kitchen."
Hermione was leaning down to look in one of the lower cupboards and her shirt had ridden up showing a large amount of soft tan skin.
"Does your mum have anything instant in here?" asked Hermione. "All I see is vegetables."
Distracted from looking at her back, he just said, "yeah umm okay," every time she paused.
"Seriously Ron, I can't cook like your mum," said Hermione standing up, "do you know where anything is, Hey! What are you doing?" asked Hermione quickly pulling down her shirt to cover her now exposed belly button.
Realizing he'd been caught, he attempted an apologetic face, "I wasn't doing anything My 'Mione."
"Don't try to sweet talk your way out of this one! What did you see?" asked Hermione suddenly worried.
Ron looked nervously at the floor, "just a little of your back," he said innocently.
"How much?"
"Not a lot."
"Inches, Ron."
"Shit Hermione I don't know!"
"Language! Honestly," scolded Hermione.
"Well I don't know how many bloody inches I saw, but I know it was Goddamn beautiful!" huffed Ron without thinking.
Hermione blushed, "I don't like it when you use foul language, Ron."
"'m sorry," whispered Ron earnestly.
"I forgive you, but don't do it again okay? I'm just not comfortable with that," said Hermione matching his tone.
Ron looked slightly disappointed as she began to go through cupboards again, although he made appoint not to look at her to closely.
After a few long moments Ron had an idea.
"Hey Hermione?" asked Ron.
"What? Ouch!" screeched Hermione hitting her head on the edge of the counter.
"Are you okay?" asked Ron running over to her.
"Yeah fine, it was just a bump," she said rubbing her head. "What's up?"
"Harry gave me some muggle money for a bet once, want to go out to eat at a real muggle place? We could go somewhere you like and then we-"
He was interrupted because Hermione was throwing her arms around him in a big hug.
"Is that a yes then?" chuckled Ron happily.
"Can we go now? I'm starved."
Sitting down at one of Hermione's favorite Italian restaurant Ron was shocked that the building was so large. The waiter sat them in a cozy both for two, facing each other.
"What do they serve here?" asked Ron.
Hermione laughed, "Haven't you ever had Italian food before? It's like pasta and ravioli with lots of sauces."
A few minutes later Ron had settled on a dish and Hermione had ordered for them both. The waiter was a sweet looking girl in her twenties and kept smiling at Ron is a way that made Hermione uncomfortable.
After the waitress had brought them their drinks Hermione let out a frustrated groan, "would you stop looking at her like that!"
"Looking at who like what?" Asked Ron confused.
"The waitress, she keeps smiling at you," she said impatiently. She was really hungry now, and getting cranky.
"But that's her job Hermione, please don't worry about it."
"Well you don't have to be so friendly with her," Hermione huffed.
"I'm not!" said Ron suddenly.
"Yes you are, and don't yell in the restaurant."
"I'm not yelling," said Ron barely audibly.
"Well now I can't hear you," said Hermione sarcastically.
"Why don't you make up your bloody mind," growled a frustrated Ron.
Hermione gave him the worse glare she could muster and sat up straight in her seat, looking anywhere but him.
Ron was about to tell her to stop pouting, but luckily he realized something. He knew Hermione got cranky when she hadn't eaten enough, from all the camping out they had done. He had reason to believe that after she ate they could get this fight behind them. Ron resolved to sit there and wait, sipping his coke with a straw as quietly as possible.
Ron had been right, after several long awkward minutes the food had come, and Hermione ate her entire meal in ten minutes. Then she had apologized.
"Of course I forgive you," Ron had said. He was just glad they weren't fighting anymore.
"Can I have a little of that?" Hermione asked, pointing at Ron's plate of Ravioli.
"You know? I don't think I've ever seen you eat so much, Hermione," said Ron forking over his food.
"I got it from you," said Hermione coyly.
"I don't eat that much," said Ron, his mouth full of food.
"Yeah, sure you don't," laughed Hermione. "Want to get desert?"
"Actually," said Ron, wiping his face on the table-cloth, "I've got somewhere special in mind for desert."
"Where?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"It's a surprise," winked Ron.
To be continued..
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