Drabble: Normal
Got the idea for this drabble this morning and I started writing it on my phone (something I rarely do), but I'm really happy with how it turned out.
Title: Normal
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Romance, Fluff
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 572
Warnings: n/a
Summary/Notes: Ron knows something is wrong with Hermione and if one more person says it’s “Normal” he’s going to scream.
Normal
He woke up to the sound of her retching in the loo for the third day in a row. Just the sound made his own stomach lurch.
She appeared in the doorway a few minutes later acting as if she hadn't just been sick.
"You alright, love?" He asked.
"Fine, never better," she smiled. "You should get up, you'll be late."
He stared after her as she left the bedroom. How could she think that starting her morning throwing up was fine?
Worry weighed on him as he got ready for work. There was something wrong with Hermione, he just knew it.
Before leaving the house, he wrote a quick letter to his mum explaining the situation and then sent Pig to deliver it.
He used the floo to get to work and arrived just a few minutes after eight.
"You ok, mate?" Harry asked once he reached their desks.
Ron nodded, not ready to broach the subject with Harry until his mum replied.
Her reply came just before lunch and was much shorter than he had expected.
"It's normal," she wrote. "Everything is fine."
"Normal?" He repeated aloud. "How is that normal?"
"How is what normal?" Harry asked him.
Ron looked at his best friend and sighed. If anyone would understand his concern for his wife it would be Harry.
It took him about five minutes to tell Harry about Hermione's rough mornings, her constant sleepiness and her bigger appetite.
"Sounds like she is becoming you," Harry teased.
Ron glared at him.
"Sorry, sorry," Harry said, raising his hands defensively. "Have you talked to Hermione about it?"
"Do you think I should?"
"Yes," Harry nodded. "I'm sure there is a very simple explanation. I remember when Ginny -"
In no mood to listen to what Harry was going to say about his sister, Ron left the office and headed to Hermione’s.
She was chatting with someone when he arrived at her desk.
“Ron?” She said, surprise in her voice. “What are you doing up here?”
“I want to know what’s wrong with you,” he stated, not caring who was listening. “You’ve been sick every morning this week, you’re sleeping more than usual and you’re eating more than I am.”
She looked slightly embarrassed as several of her coworkers-all women-chuckled.
“This isn’t the time or the place for this conversation,” she hissed.
“Just tell me what’s wrong, Hermione,” he said.
Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him away from her desk. She led him to the only private area in her office, the storage cupboard. She pulled him inside then closed the door.
“Nothing is wrong,” she told him. “It’s normal.”
“No it bloody isn’t!” Ron exclaimed. “There is nothing normal about a healthy woman throwing up in the morning!”
She sighed then took his hand and placed it on her stomach. Her eyes met his and she willed him to understand.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, no, you can’t be.”
“We’re having a baby, Ron,” she smiled. “I was going to tell you this weekend.”
Ron opened and closed his mouth several times. He wanted to say something, but nothing would come out.
“Please tell me you’re happy,” she said.
“I am ecstatic,” he replied. “I just can’t believe.” A silly grin stretched across his face. “A baby.”
“A baby,” she nodded.
“Woohoo!” He shouted and picked her up. He pressed his lips firmly against hers.
Title: Normal
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Romance, Fluff
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 572
Warnings: n/a
Summary/Notes: Ron knows something is wrong with Hermione and if one more person says it’s “Normal” he’s going to scream.
Normal
He woke up to the sound of her retching in the loo for the third day in a row. Just the sound made his own stomach lurch.
She appeared in the doorway a few minutes later acting as if she hadn't just been sick.
"You alright, love?" He asked.
"Fine, never better," she smiled. "You should get up, you'll be late."
He stared after her as she left the bedroom. How could she think that starting her morning throwing up was fine?
Worry weighed on him as he got ready for work. There was something wrong with Hermione, he just knew it.
Before leaving the house, he wrote a quick letter to his mum explaining the situation and then sent Pig to deliver it.
He used the floo to get to work and arrived just a few minutes after eight.
"You ok, mate?" Harry asked once he reached their desks.
Ron nodded, not ready to broach the subject with Harry until his mum replied.
Her reply came just before lunch and was much shorter than he had expected.
"It's normal," she wrote. "Everything is fine."
"Normal?" He repeated aloud. "How is that normal?"
"How is what normal?" Harry asked him.
Ron looked at his best friend and sighed. If anyone would understand his concern for his wife it would be Harry.
It took him about five minutes to tell Harry about Hermione's rough mornings, her constant sleepiness and her bigger appetite.
"Sounds like she is becoming you," Harry teased.
Ron glared at him.
"Sorry, sorry," Harry said, raising his hands defensively. "Have you talked to Hermione about it?"
"Do you think I should?"
"Yes," Harry nodded. "I'm sure there is a very simple explanation. I remember when Ginny -"
In no mood to listen to what Harry was going to say about his sister, Ron left the office and headed to Hermione’s.
She was chatting with someone when he arrived at her desk.
“Ron?” She said, surprise in her voice. “What are you doing up here?”
“I want to know what’s wrong with you,” he stated, not caring who was listening. “You’ve been sick every morning this week, you’re sleeping more than usual and you’re eating more than I am.”
She looked slightly embarrassed as several of her coworkers-all women-chuckled.
“This isn’t the time or the place for this conversation,” she hissed.
“Just tell me what’s wrong, Hermione,” he said.
Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him away from her desk. She led him to the only private area in her office, the storage cupboard. She pulled him inside then closed the door.
“Nothing is wrong,” she told him. “It’s normal.”
“No it bloody isn’t!” Ron exclaimed. “There is nothing normal about a healthy woman throwing up in the morning!”
She sighed then took his hand and placed it on her stomach. Her eyes met his and she willed him to understand.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, no, you can’t be.”
“We’re having a baby, Ron,” she smiled. “I was going to tell you this weekend.”
Ron opened and closed his mouth several times. He wanted to say something, but nothing would come out.
“Please tell me you’re happy,” she said.
“I am ecstatic,” he replied. “I just can’t believe.” A silly grin stretched across his face. “A baby.”
“A baby,” she nodded.
“Woohoo!” He shouted and picked her up. He pressed his lips firmly against hers.