Muggle and Married

A Fight to Remember

"What's this?" Ron asked, pointing to the TV.

"A television," Hermione stated.

"And this?" he asked again this time picking up the remote.

"It controls the TV." She sighed and glanced up from her book, and then laughed out loud when she saw Ron punching buttons in fascination. "So what should we do this evening?"

"Uh, chess?" Ron suggested. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well, I suppose, after dinner, do want to help me cook?" she said.

"Cook, I guess, but I'm warning you Hermione I'm no chef. About all I can fix is a sandwich."

"That's ok Ron; I'm no great cook either. But I can manage a little more than that." Hermione smiled at Ron. Ron shook his head as if trying to clear it.

"So what are the rules to this thing, anyway?" Ron asked suddenly.

"It's all on that piece of paper right there" She pointed to a roll of parchment on the coffee table. Ron picked it up and began to read.

Rules:

Curfew still applies.

Must cook, clean, shop and take care of your 'child'.

Your occupations and income are listed under "must knows"

You will be provided Muggle money and will take the train to a Muggle village to do all shopping.

You are aloud to visit each other for meals but should spend most evenings in your own homes.

You must use muggle post, for information concerning sending a letter by Muggle post please asks a teacher.

Must Know:

Husbands- you are the ruler of your households; when your wives are not home.

If you think you know what you're doing, ask your wife.

If you want to do something, ask your wife.

If you get in an argument, stop, say you're sorry, because no matter what: your wife is right.

Occupations are as fallows,

Ron Weasley, writer. Hermione Granger, stay at home mother.

If there are any further questions please send me a letter.

"This is crazy!" Ron declared.

"That's life, Ron."

"But did you read the must knows? Those are so not true!"

"Ron read the third 'If' do you really want to finish this?"

"Yes! And what's this about a child, I don't see you with swollen feet, even if you do have the temper for someone who's pregnant."

"Ronald Weasley, how dare you!" Hermione turned from the counter with a handful of flour, which she promptly dumped on his head. He looked befuddled, with his mouth gaping open began to sputter.

"What's the matter, Hermione? Don't like being married to me? Always wrong am I? Well that's just though, it's either me or Draco Malfoy. But you know what, Hermione? I'm not going to switch because I know you and I are capable of putting up with each other and that paper is wrong! You're not right all the time, no matter what you think, you were wrong about Krum, about this whole thing. This is a bad idea for a project, yes. But we're stuck and you're stuck with me so you can deal with it or fail." Ron turned on his heal and staled to the back bedroom.

Five minutes later she heard the shower running. Hermione let a gusty sigh. Going to the broom closet just off the kitchen she took out a vacuum to clean up the flour. While she was cleaning up the temper inflicted mess, she felt tears sting the back of her eyes. Never had she gone off one Ron for something so silly! She was crazy about him, but sometimes she just got angry at him because he didn't feel the same way. She knew that it wasn't fair to treat Ron this way, but he made her so angry.

She heard the water turn off in the bathroom. Preparing herself to apologize to Ron, a very rare occurrence, Hermione walked down the hall. She raised her hand to knock on the bathroom door, but instead of her hand rapping against hard wood it encountered a wall of damp flesh. Looking skeptical, Ron raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

"What Hermione?" he asked wearily. "Come for round two? Well too bad I'm not up for it. You only dumped baking supplies on my head that time; I don't want to find out what you'll try this go around." Ron pulled his shirt over his head. "Now then, I'm going to make myself a sandwich, then I'm going to bed." He left her standing in the hallway, tears welling in her eyes.

Hermione ran to her room, flung herself down on the bed and cried herself to sleep.

~ She was having that dream again, the one where Ron came into wake her because she was late for classes and kissed her awake. As always with her dream she kissed him back, knowing that in a few moments she'd waked up all alone with no Ron anywhere near. ~

~ He was having that dream again, the one where he and Hermione were curled up, just snuggling and kissing. He loved this dream but this time it seemed so real. He could feel her lips pressing against his. ~

"Hermione," he murmured. He heard her sigh his name, then felt his eyes fly open. A very real pair of brown eyes was staring in his blue ones.

"Ron! What the bloody hell is going on?" she shrieked, pulling the covers up to her chin. This was rather pointless considering she was wearing a pair of satin pajamas that covered her completely from neck to ankle. Ron took a good look at her, her hair, though mussed from sleep was falling in soft waves around her face, her eyes had very faint smile lines around them, and her face was fuller, more mature. "Ron? That is you right? You look different your hair, and you look older." She sat upright in bed. She searched franticly around the room for a mirror, finally finding one, she studied herself.

"Hermione, what's going on? When I went to bed last night, you were locked in your room and I was shut up in mine, this doesn't look like my room. So how in the hell did I wind up in here?"

"Oh, no Ronald, I- I can't see very well. Do you see a pair of glasses anywhere?" Spying a pair on the bedside table she pressed them into her hand, slipping them on she let out a sigh. "Thank god."

"Hey, Hermione, look at this," he said, handing her a sheet of paper.

Dear Ronald and Hermione Weasley,

Since the two of you seem unable to go twenty-four hours with out getting into an argument, you have been given a new assignment. You really are married, look down at your left hands, yes, those are wedding bands. The two of you are married. In a few moments you will here two sets of cries, one is your son, Sean; the second will be your daughter, Erin. They are twins, and yes they really are yours.

You are living in a Muggle town, but don't fear, you weren't the only two who messed up, you'll find your neighbors, the Potters, rather familiar. If you run into any problems, I suggest you call your mothers; they have been informed of this change in assignments.

Yours,

Professor M. McGonagall

"That's rich, we're really married! We have twins! And my sister and best friend live next door. Could life get any worse?" Ron grumbled loudly. Then he saw the tears pouring down Hermione's face. "Mione? Shh, come here." He pulled her into his arms.

"Ron," she sobbed, "I'm only eighteen, I can't be a mom! And we've got twins! Oh, this is my fault. I'm really sorry about this, if I hadn't been in such a bad mood yesterday,"

"Hermione, we were both equal in the moods yesterday, I shouldn't have made that crack about your temper, but we're stuck like this for the next month, so we better make the best of it." He stroked her cheek, brushing away the salty tears that slid down her cheek. He felt Hermione suck in her breath, and heard two very loud cries coming from the next room.

"Looks like it's time for us to go be parents." Hermione sniffed.

"Yeah," Ron breathed. Hermione slipped away and hurried down the hall to the next room.