Agitated (G)
Title: Agitated
Prompt: Albus
Rating: G
Word Count: 439
Summary: Harry and Ginny's decision agitates Ron
Notes: Written for the ABC Drabbles and Drawbles Challenge on hp_canon_fest
"Will you please stop?" Hermione urged her agitated husband.
"I just ... it's just - Ugh!" Ron threw his hands up in frustration and stomped across the room.
"I'm serious, Ron. I'm nauseous enough without watching you pacing back and forth."
He turned on his heel and shot her a hard stare, "How could they?"
"It's their choice, you really have no right to compl-"
"I blame her!" he suddenly shouted, arms flailing wildly again.
"What?" Hermione asked incredulously, obviously concerned for her husband's sanity.
"The first time, okay fine, I get it, honour the dead," he ranted. Pointing a long finger at her he continued, "But twice ... oh no! It was her job to stop it!"
"You're being ridiculous!" Hermione took a deep breath before patting the space beside her, "Here, sit down."
He plopped down with a grace that belied his large size. "It's just a lot to live up to, you know? I mean, it's gonna be hard enough, innit? Without all that extra baggage."
"Mmmm, maybe," Hermione reluctantly conceded. She tapped the top of her thigh lightly and Ron instantly accepted the silent invitation, stretching out and placing his head in her lap. Hermione watched the tension slowly fade from his shoulders as she stroked his fiery hair. Ron sniggered quietly in to her legs, "Wonder what it'll be next time, 'Dobby Cedric'?"
"Stop," she slapped him playfully on the shoulder, trying to hide her own mirth.
"Ow," he complained.
"Oh hush, I barely touched you."
"Wasn't you - was the bump. Gave me kick in the head," he pouted as he rubbed the back of his skull.
Hermione ran her hand affectionately over her swollen stomach as she laughed, "I've always thought you could benefit from a swift kick to the head, apparently our daughter agrees with me."
Ron rolled over onto his back and smiled up at her, "Our daughter. Brilliant, eh?"
"Very." Ron gave her belly a quick kiss before closing his eyes with a faint smile on his lips.
Hermione couldn't help but ask, "Ron?"
"Hmmm?" he responded drowsily.
"Are you jealous?"
"Jealous?" He reluctantly opened his eyes.
"I mean that is wasn't you, or..."
"Nah." He noticed her quirked eyebrow, "Okay maybe a little. How would you feel, if it was, I don't know, Luna or something like that?"
Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes, "They wouldn't," she whispered harshly under her breath.
Ron laughed before closing his eyes again, sleep quickly coming as he melted under the gentle passes of his wife's hand through his hair. "I'm okay with the Albus," he said with a yawn. "It's the Severus that gets me."
Prompt: Albus
Rating: G
Word Count: 439
Summary: Harry and Ginny's decision agitates Ron
Notes: Written for the ABC Drabbles and Drawbles Challenge on hp_canon_fest
"Will you please stop?" Hermione urged her agitated husband.
"I just ... it's just - Ugh!" Ron threw his hands up in frustration and stomped across the room.
"I'm serious, Ron. I'm nauseous enough without watching you pacing back and forth."
He turned on his heel and shot her a hard stare, "How could they?"
"It's their choice, you really have no right to compl-"
"I blame her!" he suddenly shouted, arms flailing wildly again.
"What?" Hermione asked incredulously, obviously concerned for her husband's sanity.
"The first time, okay fine, I get it, honour the dead," he ranted. Pointing a long finger at her he continued, "But twice ... oh no! It was her job to stop it!"
"You're being ridiculous!" Hermione took a deep breath before patting the space beside her, "Here, sit down."
He plopped down with a grace that belied his large size. "It's just a lot to live up to, you know? I mean, it's gonna be hard enough, innit? Without all that extra baggage."
"Mmmm, maybe," Hermione reluctantly conceded. She tapped the top of her thigh lightly and Ron instantly accepted the silent invitation, stretching out and placing his head in her lap. Hermione watched the tension slowly fade from his shoulders as she stroked his fiery hair. Ron sniggered quietly in to her legs, "Wonder what it'll be next time, 'Dobby Cedric'?"
"Stop," she slapped him playfully on the shoulder, trying to hide her own mirth.
"Ow," he complained.
"Oh hush, I barely touched you."
"Wasn't you - was the bump. Gave me kick in the head," he pouted as he rubbed the back of his skull.
Hermione ran her hand affectionately over her swollen stomach as she laughed, "I've always thought you could benefit from a swift kick to the head, apparently our daughter agrees with me."
Ron rolled over onto his back and smiled up at her, "Our daughter. Brilliant, eh?"
"Very." Ron gave her belly a quick kiss before closing his eyes with a faint smile on his lips.
Hermione couldn't help but ask, "Ron?"
"Hmmm?" he responded drowsily.
"Are you jealous?"
"Jealous?" He reluctantly opened his eyes.
"I mean that is wasn't you, or..."
"Nah." He noticed her quirked eyebrow, "Okay maybe a little. How would you feel, if it was, I don't know, Luna or something like that?"
Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes, "They wouldn't," she whispered harshly under her breath.
Ron laughed before closing his eyes again, sleep quickly coming as he melted under the gentle passes of his wife's hand through his hair. "I'm okay with the Albus," he said with a yawn. "It's the Severus that gets me."