Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

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Hermione decided on the fourth night that she was going to cook dinner for Ron and herself.
"Babe, there's no need for you to cook, we can apparate anywhere in the world for dinner." Ron said
"I know, but once we get back to England we can't go out every night," Hermione replied.
"I wasn't planning too," said Ron, a bit confused.
"Well then I need to know how to cook," said Hermione, turning back to the stove as if her comment
ended the argument.
In reality it only made Ron even more confused, and a bit worried. "Hermione, I don't think now is a
great time for you to start experimenting with your cooking, I'm sure mum would be happy to teach
you once we get back."
"Oh, I know," said Hermione as she turned back to Ron, a smile on her face, "she's already offered to
teach me more. But my mum taught me a bit of cooking and so did your mum so I think I can at the
very least make dinner."
Ron could tell that his wife wasn't going to give up, "Alright," sighed Ron, resigning himself to a half
burned dinner, "what can I do to help?" Ron had been getting up early each morning to make the two of
them breakfast, which he brought to Hermione while she was still asleep, but bacon, toast and eggs
were where his cooking skills ended.
"Nothing," said Hermione calmly as she waved her wand, turning on the oven and causing a few pans
to fly in her direction. The pans landed neatly on the counter in front of her as she summoned the
groceries she had gotten earlier. "I've got everything I need right here."
Ron just stared at her for a moment and then smiled, "How about I set the table?" he asked, not wanting
to feel completely useless.
"Oh, yes that would be helpful," said Hermione. The expression on her face suggested that she had
completely forgotten that they needed a table to eat.
Ron smiled as he went over to the cabinets that held the dishes. He pulled out two plates, two bowls,
two cups and two wine glasses. He carried them into the dining room that was just off the kitchen and
set them on the table. Then he summoned the utensils and set them in their proper places.
Then Ron had one of his rare romantic thoughts. He conjured up a vase, a single rose, and two candle
sticks with candles. He set the rose and vase in the middle of the table and lit the candles with his
wand. He closed the shutters on most of the windows, leaving only the one to the right of the table
open. This window faced west, towards a beautiful landscape and the setting sun.
When Hermione came in a while later she almost dropped the two plates she was carrying. "Wow," was
all she was able to get out. Her mouth kept moving but no words came out.
"I figured we could have a romantic dinner," said Ron, smiling at the fact that he was able to render
Hermione speechless. "It's not Paris but…"
"No Ron, its perfect," interrupted Hermione. "And we can go to Paris anytime, as you pointed out
earlier. All we have to do is apparate."
Ron laughed at this, "You're amazing, do you know that?"
"Yeah, my husband tells me that all the time," Hermione said playfully as she put Ron's plate, piled
high with food, down in front of him.