Ron had taken Hermione back home. It was a few days later and she was still quite upset about the whole incident. While Ron worked as the Ministry, Hermione stayed at home taking care of Rose, cleaning, cooking, and reading. It wasn't until Ron came home that day that she began to be a bit more enlightened.
Ron stepped through the door and gave her a small smile. To his surprise, she smiled back. "Feeling better?" He asked walking over to her. She shrugged. "I guess." He smiled and hugged her. She snuggled her head into his chest and closed her eyes, hugging him back. Rose was asleep upstairs, as it was late at night. "I love you." Ron said quietly. "I love you, too." She replied. He lifted her chin and kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled, "I'm going to bed. Your dinner is on the stable. Still warm." She broke apart from him and headed upstairs. Ron ate and Hermione got into pajamas and fell asleep. Ron went upstairs and got into bed with her.
Weeks Later
Hermione was feeling a lot better, Ron was glad. It was almost December, which meant he would have time with Hermione over Christmas and New Years. He had a few things planned for them to do together, but he didn't know how they'd be able to get to do them. But, you know, miracles happen everyday.
Ron got home one day and Hermione had the radio on as she went about cleaning and singing along to the music. Ron smiled at her as the song changed. It was now, O' Children by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Hermione's favourite. Ron went over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. She jumped and blushed. She looked up at him and he said, "you like this song, don't you?" She smiled, "Yes, I love it." She turned around and took his hands in hers. They began dancing, singing along, and laughing.
"Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start
They are knocking now upon your door
They measure the room, they know the score
They're mopping up the butcher's floor
Of your broken little hearts
O' Children
Forgive us now for what we've done
It started out as a bit of fun
Here, take these before we run away
The keys to the gulag
O' Children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice
Here comes Frank and poor old old Jim
They're gathering round with all my friends
We're older now, the light is dim
And you are only just beginning
O' Children
We have the answer to all your fears
It's short its simple, it's crystal dear
It's round about, it's somewhere here
Lost amongst our winnings
O' Children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice
The cleaners have done their job on you
They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove
They've hosed you down, you're good as new
They're lining up to inspect you
O' Children
Poor old Jim's white as a ghost
He's found the answer that was lost
We're all weeping now, weeping because
There ain't nothing we cam do to protect you
O' Children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice
Hey little train! We are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station
Hey little train! Wait for me!
I once was blind but now I see
Have you left a seat for me?
Is that such a stretch of the imagination?
Hey little train! Wait for me!
I was held in chains but now I'm free
I'm hanging in there, don't you see
In this process of elimination
Hey little train! We are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
It's beyond my wildest expectation
Hey little train! We're all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station."
They danced until the song ended and they both fell asleep on the sofa, happy to be together.
