Chapter 13
Ron slouched into his shared room with Millie feeling like an utter ass, he had done it again let his damn anger take over. Hermione had shared her struggles with the same feelings she said the muggles called it PTSD he had fought a war and lost friends to it he lost his Brother to it. His anger had become intolerable and he admitted he found solace in firewhiskey until Hermione had smacked him silly when he drunkenly made advances on her.
His sister in retaliation cast her own modified stinking hex to his nether region, he was not able to take a leak for a week without the Hex reactivating, he kept his drinking to special occasions celebrations with his family in fear of retaliation. He threw himself across the sofa knowing he had fallen short again.
He lay sprawled on the sofa trying to meditate the last of his anger away. When a soft foot fall alerted him to another's presence. He shot up, eyes open reaching to ready his wand when Millie's face registered in his brain.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I wanted to make sure you were alright." Mille blushed.
"It's ok Mil you did nothing wrong in fact it's the opposite, I'm the one that left you vulnerable all day with no explanation or Excuse." Ron began sliding his feet off the sofa and rubbing his hands on His pants.
"I wasn't alone Ron nor did I feel unsafe with our friends, quite the opposite I stayed all day with the group no one approached us. Ginny was quite wonderful to me. She held my hand most of the day and helped me not be so anxious she and Pansy stayed close to me through the day. The boys kept us girls in the middle and stayed with us the whole day. Hermione even introduced me to some muggle novels." Millie beamed.
"Good I'm glad you had a good day, Ginny always wanted an older sister. She's not too close to our elder brother's wife but adores Hermione. I'm still a screw up for ditching you, I should have been with you giving you what I promised to." Ron sighed, brushing his hair out of his face.
"I was a bit confused at first but Hermione told us about how all three of you had things happen in the war and told us all about the term for it PTSD she says it can be bad and that it's just the effect of the trauma inflicted on you. That even she was really bad and that you boys are more functional or something." Mille said bravely rounding the sofa to stand arms length in front of him.
"I see, so she told you lot, what I almost did to her." Ron replied ashamed.
"She said you were drunk and asked her for a kiss she said no you insisted for a bit Ginny walked in and hexed you." Millie replied.
"They glazed over the worst of it than, you should know the truth Mil. I tried to force Hermione into sleeping with me. I'm as bad as those Drunstrang bastards that got to your friend.That is what you are tied to." Ron Growled.
"Not exactly Ron, Hermione also said she knew you had no idea who she even was apparently you kept calling her Lavender. She told me that you had consumed the better part of two firewhiskey bottles. She knows you did not mean to attack her that it was your drunken mind projecting things to you. She knows how much the war cost you, even Ginny knows you have not been yourself but that your improving and coming back to yourself slowly. The difference between what happened to Tracy and what happened with Hermione is that they made the choice to attack her, you were drunk and delusional and had no idea where you where and who she was. That is the difference, you made a choice after that to not become that again." Millie replied softly standing in front of Ron.
Ron blinked up at his wife and really looked at her sweet eyes speaking for him in understanding and compassion. Not condemning him as he continued to do, for the first time in a while he was grateful that his drunk brain had not insisted further and that his sister's hex sobered him to the reality of what he may have done.
He sighed softly reaching out one long fingered hand to tentatively draw Mille to him; he buried his face under her breasts into the stomach that would grow his children.
"Mil you're too nice I'm one step away from the scoundrels your afraid of and here you are letting me touch you." Ron sighed as her hands carded through his hair.
"We all have our bad days. Ron, what matters is that you learned from that one instance and have not even so much as looked at a bottle of Firewhiskey. You are my Husband and we shall be wed in a handful of weeks. It's only natural that we can casually touch one another. It will make our wedding night that much easier on us both. And to be honest I quite enjoyed the kiss you gave me last night. It eased my fears a bit and shook me up at the same time. I have never been kissed by any man before so it quite surprised me." Mille laughed softly.
Ron Drew his head up to look at his wife looking at her soft round face. Her light green eyes were warm and kind, sure she was not classically beautiful but she was pretty her brown hair had waves in it not curly like Hermione, not pin straight like Pansy but a little wild. Her waist was tiny; he could probably almost wrap one arm around her twice, she stood just below his shoulder, he could probably hold one arm out and she could walk under it no problem.
"But you're so pretty Mil, have you never had a boyfriend?" Ron's brows drew together puzzled.
Mille blushed pink shaking her head no, before finding her voice and replied.
"No boys were never interested in me, I never expected that even with us joining that you would want to kiss me let alone do so."
This reply caused Ron to grin the devilish smile of a prankster just finding a tid bit of ammo to use against another. He stood picking Millie up as he rose, holding her above him with ease.
"Well this won't do a peck like that can hardly be considered a proper kiss.." He replied cheeky and allowed her to slide down his torso so he could cup his hands around her face and bend over to meet her lips again this time giving her the long slow kiss she deserved. "Your an Angel Mil I don't know how a dumb bloke like me got so lucky as to have you as my wife." Ron whispered into her lips before nibbling her lip and dropping his lips again on hers for a proper Snog.
Millie panted trying to catch her breath during Ron's slow assault on her lips when she noticed he was breathing through his nose she adjusted and began to enjoy the kiss all the more. Before remembering she still needed to bring up her trip to the hospital wing reluctantly she broke the kiss.
"Wow, as much as I want to keep doing that I have to tell you about my appointment with Madam Pomfrey." She sighed pushing Ron away slightly.
"Wait, you saw Madam Pomfrey? What for, are you okay?" Ron asked, stepping back and doing a once over not seeing anything wrong physically.
"Yes I probably should have said something yesterday but it was a bit overwhelming, but my mother had a hard time carrying both me and my brother to term. She suffered multiple miscarriages between my brother and I as I said he was much older than me when he died. Knowing this I wanted to talk to Madam Pomfrey a bit. I was a bit scared I would not be able to carry a child at all. But after she scanned me she said I was fit to carry children and that all she recommended to help conception and to carry a slight change in diet she gave me a simple nutrition potion and a body cleanser to clear out the last of the contraceptive potions I use to manage my skin. She gave me a face serum as well to help if my acne returns." Millie smiled brightly. Ron sighed relieved and pulled her back into him to hold her.
"I'm sorry you went through that alone you should have said something. I would have gone with you to make sure together that any child of ours would be fine." Ron replied.
"Next time I have a worry I promise but as Pansy said your Mother had 7 no problem so you should be fine besides your a Weasley and your family has never had the problems with having children the rest of the wizarding world does."Mille snorted, laughing into his chest.
"Even so Mil I would still do it if you wanted." Ron replied, shaking his head.
"Tell you what, I start having anxiety about our children. I will let you know until then can we please go to bed. I'm excited for our trip to Diagon Alley and meeting your Brother." Millie beamed up at him.
"Yes Dear." Ron laughed at ease for the first time in months perhaps being Married to this Witch was just what he needed.