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Cruel Intentions	By : rephiamlove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione
I awoke early, cringing at the morning light hitting my face through the window. After doing my business, and freshening myself up, I headed toward the kitchen to make some coffee to help me wake up. Some days I needed the extra boost from coffee that tea couldn't quite give me, perhaps it was the strong taste that did it. I was surprised to find that Ron was already up, and pouring me a cup when I walked in.
"Good morning, Hermione" he said. He looked so handsome this morning trying to hide the smile on his face.
"Good morning, Ronald. Wow, I slept really good last night, it's been a while since you woke up before me. It must have been all that wine we drank last night at dinner. How did you sleep?"
" I slept alright, I had a lot of things on my mind. Speaking of which, I've got something to tell you Mione, and I don't want you to get mad, because it's a surprise."
My body immediately tensed, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I can't ever remember getting a surprise from my husband. He continued when I didn't respond.
"I've booked us a mini holiday for just you and me for two weeks. It's that Muggle Europe thingy you've always gone on about. Do you remember when you said you wanted to go and see Paris, Italy, and other muggle places?" Ron questioned.
"…yes, I do remember saying that Ronald, but that was like ten years ago. I can't just stop going to work, and what about your job? Two weeks is a long time, not that I don't want to go. It sounds incredible."
"I've already talked to the minister about it. It was approved last week when I sent in a request form. I've been with the department for so long, that they didn't mind at all. And, as far as your job, Lillian gave me the contact information for the owner of your shop, and I took care of the whole thing. They approved it when I told them it was a surprise. And, plus you haven't had a vacation in years. What do you say?" he asked looked hopeful.
I couldn't believe that he had went to all of this trouble. Request forms? Contacting my employer? This was big. I had no idea that he was capable of such a feat, and keep it a surprise from me.
"It sounds amazing, Ronald," I ran into his arms to give him the tightest hug I cold manage, "What brought this on?"
"We need some time together alone, it might do us some good. It should be nice to go somewhere without the stress of work and responsibilities." he said while hugging me back.
I agreed with him, and we quickly packed our stuff to go on our trip. I was so excited. I already knew what types of clothes that we needed to pack, since I had studied Europe vacations relentlessly since I turned sixteen years old. I had always dreamed that I would go there for my honeymoon, but it never happened. Better late then never. I was so happy and excited. I was finally going to be able to see the Eiffel Tower, the Colosseum, and St. Peter's Basilica. I was going to share all of that with the man that I married, after all these years. I couldn't take the smile off of my face. I just hoped that nothing terrible would happen to burst the heavenly bubble I felt I was floating on.

We had been on vacation for a few days now, and we were enjoying ourselves beyond comprehension. The sights were absolutely breathtaking. The stunning architecture had me awed, and I marveled at the beauty. This, by far, was the best holiday I had ever been on, and it was just beginning.
Ronald constantly held my hand whenever we were walking, or talking, and it felt great to feel affection from him again, even if it was as small a gesture of him resting his hand at the small of my back. I hardly spared a thought on Draco, too caught up in my feelings of contentment.
"Could you pass me the jelly for my biscuit, Ron?"
"Here you go." he said.
We were enjoying our breakfast out on the balcony of our suite, when an owl suddenly swooped down and dropped our mail. I skimmed through it, and stopped when I saw who graced the cover of the Daily Prophet. Ron and I, had made the front page; a picture of us hugging and sharing a small kiss, in front of a restaurant we ate dinner at the night before. The title read, "Love Is In The Muggle Air."
I couldn't believe that those nosey reporters followed us on our holiday. The article went on about us, and our Muggle holiday we were on, and how we were spotted canoodling.
"Wow, as if there is nothing better to print on the front page, than our holiday." I complained.
"Why don't you just ignore what's in the paper? I have something I've been wanting to talk to you about. I've been waiting to tell you since we first left, but I haven't had the courage to tell you, because I didn't want to hurt you, and well, because I've been scared to."
"What is it?" I asked him with as much courage as I could muster. It seemed that someone was about to pop the balloon I had been riding on for the last couple of days. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and prepared myself for the worst.
What I was about to hear was no doubt going to ruin our time here. We've been kissing, flirting, and having a great time, and I didn't want that to end.
"Alright, here it goes. I'm not sure how to start," he paused to collect himself no doubt, "I want us to be happy Hermione, like the way we've been lately."
"I want that too." I smiled at him encouragingly.
"I have to confess something, something I'm really ashamed of," he paused again, "a little while after Hugo was born, I had an affair. It lasted about four or five weeks, but then I ended it, and I never did anything like that ever again. I'm so sorry Hermione. I can't believe I did that to you. I can't even remember why I chose to in the first place." Ron got down on his knees in front of me. Both of us, already had tears swimming in our eyes, at the stunning confession. He grabbed my hands in his, and continued. "I am begging for your forgiveness. Please, please, please, forgive me Hermione. I love you so much. I've never stopped loving you. I would never be able to live without you."
"It was just one affair?" I asked him.
"One."
"You mean to tell me that all those years, and all of the rumors I heard of countless affairs, were all lies?"
He furrowed his brows, and looked confused, "What rumors?"
"I mean, I'm angry and hurt that you had the affair, but I've sort of accepted the fact that you had many, not just one. Now you're telling me that it was just one? Then, where are you going when you leave for days at a time?"
"I'm working, Hermione. Did you think I was with other women all of these years?"
The tears would not stop dripping down my cheeks. I angrily wiped them off.
"Yes, I thought you were done with me years ago. I thought that the only reason that you stayed with me was because of the children."
"Oh, no Hermione! I admit I've been distant, but I have never stopped loving you," he kissed my tears with his lips, and took my hands in his again, "I have waited for you to miss me, or to tell me you missed me, but that never happened. We just kept growing further apart, and more times keeps passing us by. I'd almost given up hope, that things could ever get resolved between us."
"Oh Ronald, we've been so foolish. I'm sorry, too. I thought we were over, but I still feel so much love for you in my heart, that it hurts. I love you too." I whispered.
He silenced me with a heated kiss, and lifted me up into his strong arms, and carried me to the bedroom.

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