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Ron sighed. It was the fifth night in a row that he was going to bed alone. His wife, was in the study; working on some mysterious project. He was starting to get worried. She hadn't acted like this since Hogwarts when they had to sit their N.E.W.T.S. She would stay up late months before the exams and studied. He had gotten used to this in their early days at Hogwarts.
But this was different; there were no exams that she had to study for. He just couldn't figure out what she was doing those late nights in the study. And she wouldn't tell him when he asked. In fact she got angry with any mention of the subject.
Ron couldn't figure out what was wrong with her or what she was doing all this time.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had to find out what she was doing. It was killing him knowing that she wouldn't even tell him. She's meant to tell me everything; she's my wife for god's sake!
He put his slippers on and walked up the staircase that led to the brightly lit room which was the study.
He tiptoed across the hall, so she couldn't hear him. He wanted to catch her in the act.
As he got closer he heard a scrambling sound, as if she tidying something up.
He swore. She had heard him.
Yet he still walked in the room, no longer tiptoeing.
She had indeed put anything away that would give him any clue on what she was doing; she was sitting innocently in her chair reading a book.
Ron sighed.
"Hermione, how long are you going to do this to me?" He begged her to tell him what she was spending all her time on.
"I will tell you when I'm ready." She got up from her chair and walked past him, head held high.
Ron lingered in the room after her. He looked around, desperately trying to see any sign on what is wife was spending all of her energy on.
Things could not continue the way they were. He had barely spoken a word to her all week. He was beginning to feel lonely; it was if she wasn't really there. Don't get me wrong, he loves her very much. They had been enjoying a very peaceful life, but things were changing. If he didn't find out what she was doing soon, his head would explode.
Running his fingers through his red hair; he walked back into their bedroom. Hermione was getting herself comfortable in the doona that Harry & Ginny had gotten them for their engagement.
She didn't even look at him when he got inside the covers.
He purposely gave a heavy sigh and turned off the light.
He dreamt that night a dozen possibilities of what Hermione could be doing in the study.
He woke up and put his hand around Hermione; only to find that her spot was empty.
He sighed looking down at the empty space that Hermione should have been in.
He got up and put some clean clothes on, trying to make no sound at all. He was going to try and trick her again.
Quietly, he crept outside the bedroom, into the hall, and up the stairs. But on the third step up the staircase gave a low creak. He sighed as he heard yet again the scrambling sound from inside the study. He was never going to find out what Hermione was up to.
As he was heading downstairs again, to make himself breakfast (he thought that she could make her own today) the study door opened. And out came Hermione, in her dressing gown. Showing no sigh of emotion at all.