Drabble: Pattern
Written as a birthday gift for willow_wand.
Title: Pattern
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Hermione smiled to herself upon hearing Ron's usual loud commotion as he returned from a long day at the Auror Office. Their empty home was all too quiet, and she welcomed his lively presence in the evenings.
She was used to her hectic schedule at the Ministry, but she and Ron both agreed that she'd stay home for the final weeks of her pregnancy. She was using the time to get things prepared for the baby, but aside from afternoon visits from their respective mothers, she was mostly on her own all day.
Ron helped as much as he could between his commitments to the office and the shop. Though she made a good salary, she knew how much it meant to him to provide for herself and the baby, and to also help George and Harry.
She stretched and returned to the task in front of her. She'd discovered that the slow and steady rhythm of knitting relaxed her-much more now than it used to. The needles in her hands twirled in a hypnotic pattern, clacking together and forming the loops and stitches that would create a tiny garment for their child.
She sometimes lost track of what she was making, the repetitive motions calming her nerves to a point of stress-free half-consciousness. Then, before her eyes, a pair of tiny booties or brightly-patterned mittens would appear as if created by magic alone.
She held up the navy blue booties in her hand and examined them.
"He'll look adorable in these."
"Who will, love?"
Ron was leaning against the doorway smirking in an attempt to reignite their ongoing debate.
"Our son."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Hermione, but it's going to be a girl... our little girl."
She nodded, unable to stop a tear from falling at the thought of how close they were to finally meeting their baby.
Ron walked into the room and sat down next to her on the sofa, pulling her in for a hug and rubbing her back.
"Alright, sweetheart?"
"I'm just so emotional these days, but all of the books said it was normal."
"Books... of course."
She gently pushed away and smacked his shoulder.
"Owwaaaaaaaaaaahhh."
His mock complaint had turned into a long yawn.
"Come here, Ron."
He shifted his position and splayed out his lean body, pausing to kiss and whisper to her belly before nestling against her thigh and drifting easily into a nap. Hermione briefly ran her fingers through his ginger locks before starting her next project.
After a couple of hours, the combination of his steady breathing and her knitting lulled her into a state of relaxation, which was eventually interrupted when he started and looked up at her.
"No bloody way."
She met his look of pure disbelief with one of amusement.
"I don't care if it's a boy or a girl-they're not wearing that, Hermione."
She looked at the small maroon jumper in her hands, adorned with a yellow-coloured 'R', and couldn't help but laugh.
Title: Pattern
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Hermione smiled to herself upon hearing Ron's usual loud commotion as he returned from a long day at the Auror Office. Their empty home was all too quiet, and she welcomed his lively presence in the evenings.
She was used to her hectic schedule at the Ministry, but she and Ron both agreed that she'd stay home for the final weeks of her pregnancy. She was using the time to get things prepared for the baby, but aside from afternoon visits from their respective mothers, she was mostly on her own all day.
Ron helped as much as he could between his commitments to the office and the shop. Though she made a good salary, she knew how much it meant to him to provide for herself and the baby, and to also help George and Harry.
She stretched and returned to the task in front of her. She'd discovered that the slow and steady rhythm of knitting relaxed her-much more now than it used to. The needles in her hands twirled in a hypnotic pattern, clacking together and forming the loops and stitches that would create a tiny garment for their child.
She sometimes lost track of what she was making, the repetitive motions calming her nerves to a point of stress-free half-consciousness. Then, before her eyes, a pair of tiny booties or brightly-patterned mittens would appear as if created by magic alone.
She held up the navy blue booties in her hand and examined them.
"He'll look adorable in these."
"Who will, love?"
Ron was leaning against the doorway smirking in an attempt to reignite their ongoing debate.
"Our son."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Hermione, but it's going to be a girl... our little girl."
She nodded, unable to stop a tear from falling at the thought of how close they were to finally meeting their baby.
Ron walked into the room and sat down next to her on the sofa, pulling her in for a hug and rubbing her back.
"Alright, sweetheart?"
"I'm just so emotional these days, but all of the books said it was normal."
"Books... of course."
She gently pushed away and smacked his shoulder.
"Owwaaaaaaaaaaahhh."
His mock complaint had turned into a long yawn.
"Come here, Ron."
He shifted his position and splayed out his lean body, pausing to kiss and whisper to her belly before nestling against her thigh and drifting easily into a nap. Hermione briefly ran her fingers through his ginger locks before starting her next project.
After a couple of hours, the combination of his steady breathing and her knitting lulled her into a state of relaxation, which was eventually interrupted when he started and looked up at her.
"No bloody way."
She met his look of pure disbelief with one of amusement.
"I don't care if it's a boy or a girl-they're not wearing that, Hermione."
She looked at the small maroon jumper in her hands, adorned with a yellow-coloured 'R', and couldn't help but laugh.