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Baked Goods

Bake sales

Bakeries

Homes

Families

It was one of those special stormy Sundays. Hermione was three and a half months pregnant, which caused her to get bored easily for some reason. Though he felt bad for her, it was quite funny for Ron. He was always used to his wife being constantly in the midst of something, or working on one of her more challenging House Elves' cases. He never expected to see her so bored so often. He almost felt more productive than her during the times they'd had off of work since she'd been with child.

"Ron? Will you come into the kitchen for a moment, I want your opinion on something." Hermione called to Ron, who was sitting in the armchair, reading the Daily Prophet, with Tolley in his lap.

"Sure, dear." He rose and walked into the kitchen. It smelled of frosting and cocoa.

"You're not fat, Hermione. I thought we went over this on Thursda-"

"That's not what I was going to ask, thank you so much for reminding me." Hermione pouted.

"I'm sorry, Darling. Bad habit. What's your real question?" He stroked her soft hair.

"I just wanted to know if this pastry tastes a bit… off. You think?" She fed him the piece.

"Well, I think it tastes completely normal. Delicious, even. Why?" He asked.

"Nothing has tasted familiar in a while. Your mother says it's because I'm pregnant, but I dunno if I can believe that…" She sputtered.

"Awe, I'm sure it's just the baby. Sweetheart, I wish you'd smile. You haven't smiled in days." Ron frowned and wiped the small, almost non-existent tears from her face.

"Why should I? I'm sick, I can't taste anything, I'm tired and everybody hates me already!" She cried.

"Hermione, no one hates you. You're impossible to hate. I don't hate you, Mum adores you, Ginny thinks of you like her best friend and sister. Harry has always liked you… Dad loves you to death… You're always George's second sister. I don't know who else you could possibly need." Ron rubbed her back.

"Lena and Eddie in the office scowl at me all the bloody time…"

"Lena and Eddie are gits…"

"I feel so old."

"You're 21."

"Still older than Ginny…"

"Smile for me."

"No."

"Please?"

"Lemme think abou—nope."

"Fine, you've led me too far."

"Ronald, what are you going to-"

Ron poofed a pinch of flour in her face.

"Ronald! What in-" Hermione laughed.

"You smiled!"

"Because that tickles!" She grinned.

At the couple's feet, Tolley sat, sneezing at all the flour floating around the kitchen. He was very fond of his owners. He was also very fond of how great they were at dropping all sorts of food.

Phew! I'm so tired! It's 11 o'clock and I just typed this out of boredom. I'm so sleepy! Review! I love all you devoted readers to the absolute bone! xx