The wait is over; Harry Potter fans, because a new story of Ron and Hermione has surfaced! From the writer who brought you Ron Dreams of Hermione, brings you…
I WANNA BEHermione's POV
The war had ended a year ago. Yet the deaths of the friends and loved ones I knew still haunted me. Tonks and Lupin weren't married for long, and now their poor baby boy had to grow without parents. Well, at least he had Harry. And I had Ron.
It was the end of June, and I had just returned from my final exams at Hogwarts. It was rather lonely without Harry and Ron who had decided to forget returning, but at least I had Ginny by my side.
But now, I was back at the Burrow with the Weasleys, all except Fleur and Bill who were on vacation in America. I sat on the couch with Ron's arms around me, something we haven't been able to do since I came home for Christmas. Ginny was on the rug with little Teddy, who was changing his hair color from white to black in amusement, and Harry was going over papers with George on the joke shop. I had never been this happy, with the people I love around me in one house. But, apparently, we couldn't all stay together for long.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania for a week to spend more time with Charlie and Ginny was to help George at the shop by spending the nights at his apartment. That only left Harry, Ron, and I to watch the Burrow.
"Will you kids behave?" asked Mrs. Weasley with a furrowed brow.
"Darling, they've been alone together across the country for months and you think there will be trouble here in just one week?" questioned Mr. Weasley as he loaded their bags into the fireplace.
"I guess not," replied Mrs. Weasley was she hugged each of us. George had already left with Ginny to the shop, which sadden Harry who had just seen her after she returned from school.
I stood a foot from Ron while his parents were ready to leave, yet when I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, I saw he had stepped closer, now grazing my hand with his fingers. I smiled in response, blushing as I looked down. This pleased Ron, who smiled also before holding my hand.
Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley caught this too. "Ron, I would like to talk to you for a minute." Confused, Ron followed his father up the stairs, leaving me embarrassed at what Mr. Weasley could be possibly speaking to Ron about. Probably thinks we are going to have sex, she thought. Sure, she and Ron have loved each other for longer then anyone thought possible and they have been dating for a year, but if they wanted to do it, couldn't they have done it all those months across the country?
"I know you kids will do fine," said Mrs. Weasley as she wrapped her arms around Harry and then me, "It's just a mother's worries, that is all. I know you will keep them in line, anyway, Hermione." I smiled and laughed lightly at this, since I was rather the parent of the three of us.
Finally, footsteps sounded from the other room, with Mr. Weasley and Ron entering the room. I didn't know what puzzled me the most, Ron's frightful expression or his father's humored face. He was even still laughing at whatever the two were talking about. Was he thinking of what Ron and I would be doing while Harry wasn't around? Did he think scaring Ron was funny? I wanted so badly to know, however I knew it would be rude to ask.
"What's so funny?" Harry whispered to Ron as he stood between us.
"Nothing, just…uh—nothing," Ron mumbled quickly which only made Mr. Weasley bellow even louder. Mrs. Weasley gave him a questioning look, in which he said, "I tell you later."
With a wave, both Ron's parents disappeared in the thick green flames, leaving Harry, Ron, and I alone in the whole house.
"Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm going to Number 12, Grimmauld Place to set up my new home." With that, Harry turned and sprinted up the stairs, leaving me and Ron standing alone.
"Ron, I know it probably isn't my bussiness," I started, "but what—"
"Did my dad say to me? Oh, just… don't let George bring anyone here for a party." He shrugged, yet he still stared at the floor. Just from that I knew he was lying. When he saw me cross my arms over my chest with a raised brow, he held up his hands in defense.
"Hey, he did mention that. It's just… guy stuff. Kinda personal." He said while placing his hands on my shoulders, rubbing up and down my arms. Now that felt personal. As in—our personal.
"You don't have to tell me, Ronnie," I replied when hugging around his waist. He was so tall that he had to crank his neck all the way down, for his chin to touch the top of my head. Just then, Harry came bursting into the room, a wild look over his face.
"Bloody hell, say something next time!" cried Ron out in surprise.
"Sorry, but George just owled me! His having a Night Bash at the shop tonight when they close! You guys are going to come right? I mean, Ginny will be there, Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Ginny—"
"You mention my little sister's name again I'll blow the crap outta that head of yours," ordered Ron, in which I punched him in the stomach.
"What?" he asked confused, but I only ignored him and headed up to my room to change. Yet just from behind, I could make out their conversation:
"Women," muttered Ron to Harry, in which a thump followed along with Ron's loud and questionable, "WHAT?"