Expect The Unexpected (Dramione Fanfic) [Revised!]

In frustration, Hermione Weasley (nee Granger) smacked her husband in the head in her devilish muggle way. The wand, which is ten meters away from her, is certainly in no use for being in such a distance.

"Ow! Stop it, Hermione!" said Ron, equally getting distressed.
"How about you stop seeing her?" retorted Hermione, ambushing the red head's red hair.
"Won't. You. Let. Me. Explain?!" yelled Ron, his hand emerging from the pocket of his pants, in the grasp of his hand was a wand "Petrificus Totalus!"

Lights that emerged from the tip of the wand had hit Hermione who is currently standing steadily on her feet, as though holding her breath in suspense of the result in a blasphemous crime. Slowly, very slowly, the feet belonging to Ron were eerily making noises on the wooden floorboards.

He stood in a fake justly manner as a soldier being showered in honors absentmindedly.

"Look, Hermione," explained Ron "I am not planning on leaving you. Astoria was merely taking stress of off me. I just enjoyed her company."

Hermione looked as if she would continue her muggle abuse or simply scoff at him. In her frustration and concentration, she managed to obtain a glare that formed in her steady face.

Ron, tired of the drama he deeply loathed, used the reversing spell to the body-bind curse he so generously casted on Hermione. Theoretically, Ron prepared for the worst and expected to see his eyes clawed out. But no claws were ever released, only a deep breath of sigh and large, yet quiet footsteps.

The mere distance Hermione walked was two meters away from Ron and eight from the nightstand. Four meters. Five. Seven. Nine and a half. Slowly, ever so slowly, Hermione's hand crept upon the bare wand exposed in the wooden place of space.

Ron was staring at Hermione's back before turning away and facing the other way around, all the same sighing in relief for dismissing the cat fight every rightful man should never have. He opened the front door rather ungracefully and almost stumbled at his own feet as Hermione surreptitiously yelled "Expelliarmus!"

The focus of her aim unnervingly hit Ron's broad back as the unknown force forced him in mid-air to stumble back from nothingness. In a supercilious manner, Hermione mirthlessly laughed at the man. Though not yet mastering the nonverbal spells, Ron had uttered "Densaugeo," on his mind, pointing the rear of his wand, scarcely hidden under his clothes at Hermione.

The spell, Densaugeo, is the same one used in their fourth year. It, unintentionally, was casted upon Hermione by Draco Malfoy initiating it to hit Harry Potter. It was the spell used to make the recipient grow teeth at an alarming rate.

The teeth of Hermione started to uncomfortably grow at the base of her gums. She covered the embarrassing view from the chuckling Ron with her hands. The gentle fingers exposed a glinting, yet cheap looking at a close distance, diamond ring among the light.

She fumed and matched his nonverbal skills with those of her expert ways, and said in her mind "Mobilicorpus." Her wand in hand wavered in a rather large height, as Ron started dangling up in the open air.

"Come on, Hermione, I know you're much better than this!" pleaded Ron.

Hermione smirked- or at least tried to smirk with her large teeth. She dropped her wand like a ventriloquist would, holding the strings attached to the puppet. Ron dropped an inch away from the ground in an instant and panic surged through his voice as he screamed in a girlish manner.

Hermione raised Ron a little slower now, notably slower. Higher and higher Ron went as panic shot through his guts again. His body was floating away suspended in mid-air by Hermione. He wasn't too high up or too low down.

Hermione did the expected and dropped Ron again, who was hoping she would too joke once again. Only this time she really did drop him. The height he was dropped was sure to gather broken bones.

She had concentrated on going to St. Mungos' for her teeth, but leaving Ron with broken bones left her to contemplate whether she should leave him. In the merry end, she decided to leave him there, seeing as he did not hesitate to hex her.