Chapter 3 : Three Steps Forward, Two Steps Back
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“Hey mate,” Ron said to Harry later that afternoon. Harry was sitting in the living room playing a game of exploding snap with Ginny.
“Are you speaking to me now?”
Ginny left the room murmuring something about needing to talk to Hermione.
“Look, I’m sorry. A lot has been happening.”
“So we’re only best mates when it’s convenient for you?”
Ron stayed silent.
“You know what? I don’t want to argue,” Harry said.
“I feel like I come in second to you. Everything we do, it’s Harry and the sidekick.”
“That’s not true. I never asked for the fame. The only reason it comes out as Harry and the sidekick is because I’m thought of as some sort of hero when I’m not. And you help a lot Ron, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you and Hermione.”
“Maybe. It just gets old I guess, you know?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t control what people think about me. You think it’s easy? Walking around when everyone thinks I’m some charity case or a hero. I don’t fancy being thought of as either. And I have to listen to everyone bring up how much I look like my parents. As if I need a constant reminder that they’re dead.”
“I know that. I’m sorry,” Ron told him. Harry nodded, accepting his apology. “So. You’re back with Ginny now?”
“Yes. She’s everything, and you know I never wanted to break it off with her.”
“I know. Anyone who looks at the two of you together can see that. I just wanted to thank you for keeping her out of the war the best you could. I’m not happy about the way you went about it, but I’m glad she didn’t have to see a lot of what we had to go through.”
“I agree, it wasn’t the best way, but it was all I could come up with in the timeframe. I’m just glad she still wants me. I don’t ever want to be away from her again, mate. I love her.”
“Alright, alright. I don’t need to hear that mushy stuff,” Ron said, sitting down on the sofa. “You won’t mess her over again will you?”
“You know, I would expect to have this talk with your Dad, but having it with my best mate is strange,” Harry said.
“I promise not to mess her over.”
“Good. That’s all I wanted to hear.”
“What about you and Hermione? Have the two of you finally caught on?”
“I bloody well hope so. If she decides she’s going to put up with me,” Ron said, laughter in his voice.
“Yeah, you’ve got a bit of a thick head,” Harry said.
“Shut up, Harry.”
“Fancy a game of exploding snap?”
“Chess is more my game.”
“Yeah, because that’s the only game you can always win.”
“You think so? I beat you at all games Harry,” Ron said, sitting across from him at the living room table.
“No you don’t, not all of them.”
Ginny smiled as she watched from the staircase. She was so glad they had made up. She turned around and ascended the stairs to her room where she found Hermione hard at work at her desk.
“What are you doing?” Ginny asked her.
“Trying to figure out when a good time to go to Australia would be,” Hermione replied.
“To find your parents? Did you keep track of where they moved to?”
“Sort of. Shouldn’t be too difficult, assuming they haven’t gone anywhere. They have no reason to have left really. I’ll just find them and set their memories right and be done with it,” said Hermione.
“Don’t worry Hermione, I’m sure you’ll find them.”
“Mmhmm. I just want to get it over with.”
“It would be way cool if Mum would let us come with you. It would be such a lovely holiday!”
“Yes, but you’re needed here. It’s fine though I can do it myself. I’ll just floo over there. I’ve asked your Dad already and he said I can leave from the network at the ministry. And then I’ll find them and floo back. Simple.”
“Hermione, stop trying to talk yourself into it being easy. Just know that it will be and don’t worry so much,” Ginny told her.
“Right. So what is everyone else up to?”
“Bill and Fleur have turned in for the night, they plan to go back to Shell Cottage tomorrow. Charlie and Percy are bunking with George who is staying here for the night. Mum and Dad have gone to bed, and Harry and Ron are playing exploding snap in the living room.”
“Ok. Well. I guess I’ll try to get some rest too,” Hermione said.
“Ok. I’m just going to say goodnight to the boys and I’ll probably turn in as well.”
Ginny left the room and returned to the living room where the boys were now engaged in a heated game of chess.
“Give it up Harry. I can check-mate you four different ways,” Ron told him.
“Just give me a minute. I need to think,” Harry responded.
“Oh. Hey Ginny. What is it?” Ron asked, keeping his eyes on the board.
“Just came down to say goodnight.”
“Ok. Goodnight,” Ron said.
Harry and Ginny stared at him. He looked up at them.
“Hermione’s going to bed too, why don’t you go say goodnight to her?” Ginny suggested.
“Oh. Well. Make it quick you two,” Ron said, giving Harry an expression that said their goodnight better last two seconds. Harry chuckled as Ron left the room. He went upstairs and knocked softly on Ginny’s bedroom door.
Ron opened the door and found that Hermione was already in bed.
“Hey. I just wanted to say goodnight.” Ron crossed the room and sat on the edge of her bed.
“Oh. Goodnight,” Hermione said, looking up at him.
He turned to go. Hermione sighed as she watched him go.
“Wait, one more thing,” he said. Ron turned around and walked back to her bed.
He leaned his head in and their lips met. He brought his hand up to cup her face. When they broke apart they were both breathing hard. Ron thought he might need a cold shower before he went to bed. Hermione pulled him to her and hugged him tightly.
“Right. Well. Goodnight Hermione.” Ron stood up and walked back out the door. Hermione smiled. Ron opened the door to find Harry and Ginny kissing too energetically for his liking.
“Come on Harry,” Ron said, grabbing Harry by his shirt and pulling him behind him.
“Goodnight,” Ginny said dreamily as she closed her bedroom door.
Ron dragged Harry to the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and then threw him in, deciding Harry needed a cold shower more than he did. He laughed as Harry sputtered and glared at him angrily. Harry murmured a spell that dried his clothes. The two made their way up to Ron’s room and went to sleep feeling better than they had in weeks.
A couple of weeks passed and everyone was starting to move past the pain. George was coming around for dinner more often, and bringing Angelina Johnson with him. The Daily Prophet was becoming easier to read as the news of captured death eaters and restoration of homes increased. Mrs. Weasley still hadn’t permitted Harry, Ron, or Hermione to go to Diagon Alley since there were people with cameras everywhere hoping to get a glimpse of them. Instead they spent their days swimming in the lake, playing quidditch, and lounging around. They were enjoying the simplicities of life that they hadn’t enjoyed in a long time. Relationships were growing stronger and the wounds were beginning to heal.
One evening while Harry and Ginny were out for a walk, Ron found Hermione sitting at the kitchen table reading a book. He walked up behind her and placed his hands softly on her shoulders. Slowly, he began to give her a massage, working his thumbs in a circular motion beneath her shoulder blades.
“Ron, it’s really hard for me to focus with you doing that,” Hermione told him.
He grinned and touched his lips to her neck. Hermione let out an unintentional moan of pleasure and continued trying to concentrate on her book.
“Take a break. You’re always reading,” Ron said, pushing the book out of her hands and away from her.
Hermione turned around to glare at him but found his bright eyes and happy grin too irresistible to be annoyed with. He grinned mischievously and began to attack her sides with his fingers causing her to giggle uncontrollably. She swatted his hands away and begged him to stop tickling her before she fell out of the chair she was occupying. Ron scooped her out of her chair and set her on the kitchen counter so that she was at his height. He stood in between her legs and rested one hand on the small of her back and the other on her thigh. His eyes danced as they moved along her face.
“Ron? You’re staring,” Hermione said.
“Very good. They told me you were the brightest witch of your age, but until that comment I wasn’t sure,” Ron teased. She hit him playfully on the arm as she blushed.
“Well stop it!”
“I can’t. Your beauty is compelling,” Ron told her, laughing.
“I suppose I’ll have to distract you then,” Hermione sighed, trying to take the attention off of herself.
“You can try-“ Ron began. He was cut off by the gentle pressure of Hermione’s lips against his. He responded quite enthusiastically. “Please, distract me more often,” Ron told her before bringing their lips together again.
His fingers were making small circles against the skin just under the hem of Hermione’s shirt at her waist. Hermione wrapped her legs around Ron’s waist and pulled herself closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their tongues began to battle in a slow and languid dance. Ron moved one of his hands to caress Hermione’s thigh as they began to snog more vigorously. Hermione pulled away quickly when someone whistled near the door. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.
“Oi, this is a kitchen you two!” Harry exclaimed. Ginny laughed at the shocked look on Ron and Hermione’s faces when they realized they weren’t alone in the room. She and Harry were holding hands. Harry grinned at Ron and proceeded through the door to the living room. Ron decided he’d deal with Harry later. Just because he snogged Hermione wherever he wanted didn’t mean Harry could do the same with his sister.
Hermione removed her legs from around Ron’s waist and tried to disengage herself, but Ron kept a hold on her and pressed his forehead to hers.
“You know I love you, right?” he asked her.
“Of course. And I love you.”
Ron kissed her cheek, lingering a second longer then necessary. He pulled her off the counter and set her on her feet.
“You trust me, right? You trust us?”
“Yes. Unless there’s a reason I shouldn’t?”
“No, no reason. Just making sure,” Hermione said. Ron smiled and kissed her forehead. Taking her hand in his, they went to join Harry and Ginny in the next room.
“Listen mate, I don’t know if I could deal with any more bad news. I know You-Know-Who is gone and everything but it doesn’t feel normal. We don’t really get to leave the house, and the ministry hasn’t been able to find all the death eaters. Add one more thing that we have to worry about and I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Ron told Harry while they were washing dishes. Mrs. Weasley had insisted they do it by hand and stop being lazy and had sent the girls to tidy up the bedrooms.
“We’ve dealt with a lot, true, but I think we’ve seen the worst of it. If anything else happens we just deal with it, like we always do.”
“I know but things can’t really get better while there are angry death eaters running about. You don’t reckon they’d appoint a new You-Know-Who do you?”
“No Ron. I doubt any of them have the skill. And why would they act now? So soon after Voldemort’s destruction?”
“Maybe they think we’ll let our guard down and they’ll have a chance to get at us. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. But I just want everything to stay the way it is. Don’t you reckon we’ve seen enough difficult times for one lifetime?”
“Come off it, mate. I don’t think there’s anything to worry about,” Harry replied with a laugh.
“What could there possibly be to worry about now?” Hermione asked, entering the kitchen. She had been listening to their conversation having finished tidying up her side of Ginny’s room and decided to include herself.
“Hopefully nothing. I fancy some peace and quiet,” Ron told her. Hermione smiled.
“You? Quiet? I don’t think you know the meaning of the term.”
“She’s right you know,” Harry said.
“Shut it Harry,” Ron said, throwing a dishrag in his direction.
Later that night, Hermione was having difficulty sleeping. She climbed slowly out of bed and tiptoed out of the room, being careful not to wake Ginny. Once she had eased the door closed behind her, she walked quietly to the bathroom. Hermione pulled her hair easily out of its ponytail, allowing it to fall around her in soft waves. She ran some cool water over her hands and brought them to her face. As she was drying her face with a towel next to the sink, the door handle turned causing her to yelp and jump back against the wall.
“Hermione?” Ron asked, sounding surprised, “what are you doing in here?”
“I couldn’t sleep and I fancied a glass of water,” Hermione replied, trying to avert her eyes from Ron’s bare chest. “What are you doing here?”
“I need to use the loo,” Ron told her, his cheeks warming.
“Right! Of course. Well I’ll just get out of your way then,” Hermione said. She dropped the towel in the edge of the sink and began to move past Ron who was still in the doorway. After closing the door behind her, Hermione leaned against the wall and knocked her head against it. She pushed away with her hands and walked downstairs to the living room. Unsurprised to find it deserted, Hermione picked up the novel she’d been reading earlier and curled up in an armchair.
“Hey,” Ron said, entering the room minutes later.
“Hi,” Hermione replied shyly. She noticed he’d put on a shirt and closed her book, setting it on the end table next to her. Ron extended his hand to Hermione. She took it and he pulled her into his arms and enveloped her in a tight hug. He ran his hands up and down her sides causing her to burry her face further into his chest. Ron placed a finger under Hermione’s chin and pulled her face up gently so he could look into her eyes.
“Do you want to talk? Something is bothering you,” Ron told her. Hermione shook her head.
“Er-no, I’m fine,” Hermione lied easily. She didn’t want to add anymore undo stress to his world, and although she remembered they said they’d talk about everything, she figured her trip to Australia would be so quick he wouldn’t even notice she was gone.
“Are you sure? It feels like-“
“I’m fine. I promise. I just couldn’t sleep and figured I’d come down here and read for a little bit.”
“Are you opposed to activities other than reading?” Ron asked her, grinning mischievously.
“What did you have in mind?” Hermione responded, moving her arms from around Ron’s waist to around his neck. Ron moved his face whisper close to Hermione’s.
“I love you,” he murmured against her lips. Their lips met in a sweet kiss and the two of them stood breathing into each other. Hermione parted her lips and pulled Ron closer. He walked back a few steps until he felt the couch hit the back of his knees. Without breaking their kiss, Ron carefully pulled Hermione down on top of him and rested his head on a pillow. Ron began to kiss her with heightened enthusiasm and moved his hands to her waist. Hermione began to run a hand through Ron’s fiery red hair while her other one rested on his cheek. Ron ran his hands up Hermione’s sides as he explored her mouth with his tongue. They continued to kiss passionately until Hermione pulled away. She wanted to be engaged but her mind was still somewhere else. Ron closed his eyes in an attempt to collect himself.
“Are you alright?” he asked after a few moments.
“Yes. I’m fine. I just. Well we better get back to bed. We don’t want to wake your parents,” Hermione whispered.
“Are you sure nothing is bothering you?”
“Mhmm. Perfectly sure.”
“I promise it’s nothing.”
Ron looked at her face. She was avoiding his eyes. There was something she didn’t want to share with him, and he didn’t want to upset her by pushing it. He decided whatever it was he would try to coax it out of her tomorrow.
“Ok. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Hermione replied with a smile. She took Ron’s hand and the two went upstairs to bed. It took both of them longer than usual to fall asleep.
The next morning Hermione woke early and got ready to leave for Australia. She packed a small bag, thinking she wouldn’t need much and wouldn’t be staying long. Ginny woke up while she was packing.
“Did you tell Ron you were leaving?” Ginny asked with a yawn.
“No, I didn’t think it was necessary,” Hermione replied uneasily.
“You didn’t tell him? So you think he and Harry just weren’t going to notice you missing?”
“No, I just thought it would be better if I didn’t tell them. I don’t want anyone to expect anything because then if I return disappointed everyone will be disappointed.”
“That would happen regardless of if they knew Hermione. What about us not keeping secrets anymore?”
“It’s not a secret. It’s just something I want to do on my own. I didn’t want them to offer to come with me so I didn’t tell them.”
“Well they would have the right idea. I think you should take someone with you. You shouldn’t be gallivanting across Australia by yourself.”
“Ginny, please. I’ll be back before they even notice. And an auror is coming with me so it should be fine,” Hermione told her.
“Hermione this is a bad idea. You don’t even want to tell Ron?”
“I heard them talking yesterday about how they are tired of having to deal with difficult things. They deserve a break. Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise. Just. Tell the boys goodbye for me, will you?”
“Sure. I’ll be the bearer of bad news,” Ginny said. She hugged Hermione goodbye and followed her downstairs where her father was preparing to leave.
“Ready Hermione?” Mr. Weasley asked.
Ginny watched as they flooed to the Ministry of Magic. She sighed and went into the kitchen. Her mother was moving around busily as Bill, Fleur, Charlie, and Percy ate breakfast.
“Morning,” the boys chorused back.
“He went to work already dear,” Mrs. Weasley answered.
Ginny sat down at the table and began to eat breakfast. Bill and Fleur finished and bid their goodbyes. The two of them flooed home and Percy went to work.
“Charlie, how long are you staying?” Ginny asked.
“I’ve got to get back to Romania today. I owled that I would. But I’ll be back this weekend for dinner,” Charlie said, kissing Ginny on the head. He hugged his mother goodbye and then apparated away.
“Ginny dear, would you go wake the boys? Breakfast will be cold if they don’t eat it now.”
Ginny ascended the staircases until she reached Ron’s room near the top of the house. She pushed the door back slighting and poked her head in. Harry and Ron were both still asleep. And snoring for that matter. Ginny raced to the twins’ room and returned with a firecracker, thinking she may as well get a chuckle out of waking them up. She lit the firecracker and let it go in the direction of Ron’s open window. It blasted out with a big boom causing both Harry and Ron to fall from their beds. Ron yelled a curse and Harry pointed his wand at the door, then lowered it when he noticed it was just Ginny clutching her stomach and laughing.
“You should have seen your faces!” she giggled.
“Ginny that was not funny! “ Ron exclaimed. He stood up and walked over to his wardrobe. Pulling on a shirt he turned to glare at her. “To what do we owe the pleasure of that rude awakening?”
“Mum says to come get breakfast,” Ginny told them, her voice still full of laughter.
“Mum says to get breakfast. I’ll shoot off a sodding firecracker in the morning. Bloody insane,” Ron murmured as he walked out of the door.
“Cute Gin, real cute,” Harry said, getting to his feet. “I’ll be getting you back for that one,” Harry told her. He brushed past and followed Ron downstairs.
“Ginny, eeshermineeswheepn?” Ron asked, his mouth full.
“I’m sorry, could you run that by me again?” Ginny asked jokingly. Ron swallowed.
“Is Hermione still sleeping?”
“No. She’s not here.”
“What do you mean she’s not here?” Harry and Ron asked at the same time.
“She went to Australia this morning. She’s gone to bring back her parents.”
“She went alone? Is she mad?” Harry asked.
“I told her she should have taken someone with her, but she insisted it was something she needed to do alone. I mean an auror will be there she said but she didn’t want any of us to accompany her. She’s of age now, so Dad couldn’t object. He set it up with the ministry,” Ginny told them, finishing off her breakfast.
Ron put down his fork and pushed back from the table. Hadn’t Hermione told him they needed to trust each other? Wasn’t it her who told him they needed to all be there for each other? Ron thought for a moment. No. He won’t go after her. He decided if she didn't want him there, then that was her choice.
“Ronald, would you please degnome the garden today?” Mrs. Weasley asked, entering the room.
Ron grumbled under his breath and stomped out of the kitchen door to the garden.
“I suppose you’ve told him Hermione left, then?”
“Yeah. He didn’t take it very well.”
“Why wouldn’t she want us with her? We’re her friends,” Harry mentioned.
“I don’t know. She was very set in her ways, wouldn’t hear of doing it any other way. Should be quite simple though. Kingsley found the home for her parents moved into. He seems to think he owes you all immeasurable favors. All she’s got to do is clear her trip with the ministry so they can open the floo connection for her and it should be pretty quick. Kingsley himself appointed someone to accompany her so it should be fine.”
“She should have made it a vacation and we all could’ve gone!”
“A holiday would be great right now,” Harry agreed.
“Don’t you think you lot have traveled enough recently?”
“I didn’t Mum,” said Ginny.
“Ginny you have to finish school and we’re not out of the woods just yet. Once the major death eaters are caught, then it will be a good time for a holiday,” Mrs. Weasley told them.
“Hmph,” Ginny grumbled. Harry nudged her knee under the table. Ginny looked up and turned to her mother again. “Why didn’t she just apparate there, Mum?” Ginny asked.
“She’s never been there, so it would be safer to floo to ensure that she ends up at the right place. Don’t worry your heads about Hermione. She’s a very accomplished witch. She’ll be back before you know it. Now Harry, I have some business to discuss with you. Andromena thinks it would be best if she kept Teddy for now, since you’re so young, Harry. She owled this morning. However, she says you’re perfectly welcome to visit him anytime. She says she enjoys having a little piece of her daughter living with her.”
“That’s great Mrs. Weasley, thank you. I would really love to visit him. Mrs. Tonks told me she’d be keeping him at the funeral ceremony,” Harry replied. “Would you happen to know how things are going at the ministry?”
“Things are busy. I suspect Arthur and Percy’s hours to get longer soon. They’re trying to round up the rest of the Death Eaters but haven’t been having much luck getting the most dangerous ones. Seems a few of them have up and left without a trace.”
“Right. Well. I suppose I’ll help Ron in the garden then.”
“Thank you Harry. Ginny could you come help me change the sheets?”
Ginny moaned and followed her mother out of the room. Harry went out to help Ron degnome the garden, but saw that he had already finished and was sitting in one of the lawn chairs. He must have been pretty angry to finish the job so quickly.
“This isn’t normal Harry. Hermione doesn’t just take off by herself.”
“She’ll be fine mate. It’s Hermione. Your mum said she should be back tonight. She probably just didn’t want to worry anyone.”
A gnome came running out of the bushes. Ron stood up, grabbed it by its little arm, and threw it angrily across the fence.
Later that night after dinner, all through which Ron had to tell Harry to quit playing footsie with him causing him to blush a deep shade of red, the three friends went outside to play a game of quidditch. Ron and Harry teamed up against Ginny, and since Harry was focusing more on Ginny instead of scoring goals, they lost quite badly.
“Bloody hell Harry, I know you fancy her, but does it really have to affect your game that much? We lost to my sister. The two of us!” Ron grumbled as they all walked inside.
“Sorry,” Harry mumbled.
Ginny came dancing in behind them, excited to have something to gloat about.
“Oh good, you are all in,” Mrs. Weasley said looking up from the book she was reading.
“Is Hermione back?” Ron asked.
“No. Your father owled a little bit ago saying they would be home late.”
Ron nodded and muttered something about going to shower. Mrs. Weasley went back to her book and Ginny pulled Harry into the living room.
“Harry,” Ginny began, turning to face him, “You didn’t fly very well today,” she giggled.
“Yeah well, I was a bit distracted,” he replied, locking his eyes with hers.
“Were you? That’s a shame.”
“Oh, I’m not bothered. I’m going to get you back,” Harry said, bringing his arms around her waist.
Ginny laughed as Harry pressed her into the wall behind her. He began to tease her lips with his. Harry took her hands and laced their fingers together, holding them against the wall. Ginny got tired of his teasing the tried to bring their lips together but he moved his lips to her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. She arched her neck to give him better access and tried to move her arms to his neck, but he held her firmly in place. She whispered his name when he put a knee between her legs and hoisted her up against the wall. Harry’s heart began to race as he moved his hands to the small of her back to support her. Ginny took his face in her hands and brought their lips together. They began to snog eagerly, both trying to get closer. Ginny ran her hands through Harry’s hair. Harry felt himself becoming intoxicated by Ginny’s kiss as he felt the pressure of her tongue on his bottom lip. Harry met her tongue with his and became lost in the taste of her. He then recalled that they were in the living room where anyone could walk in at anytime and pulled back abruptly causing Ginny to collapse against the wall. Harry took a few steps back.
“Why did you stop?” Ginny forced out through labored breaths.
“Sorry,” Harry said, breathing hard. “Shit. It’s too fast. Is it too fast? Too much maybe? I want everything to be perfect with you. I just. I feel like we’ve been together for much longer than we have. I feel like I’ve got to make up for lost time.”
Ginny looked up at him.
“Maybe we should slow down. But I feel the same. I want you, and I don’t want to control myself. I don’t want you to control yourself either,” Ginny told him. Harry grinned and took her hand.
“We have forever,” Harry said quietly.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Ginny replied, pulling him in for a chaste kiss.
“Oi! Not again. This isn’t going to become a habit is it? Don’t you two ever rest?” Ron asked, walking into the living room. Ginny flushed. “Go shower Harry.”
Harry left quickly, not wanting to deal with Ron having a go about him snogging his sister again. Good thing we stopped when we did, Harry thought to himself as he raced up the stairs.
“I think I’ll just go upstairs too-“
“Not so fast Ginny. Since I’m the only older brother here, we have to talk about you and Harry.”
“Relax Ron, it’s not like we’re shagging or anything. And you’re one to talk, after you snogged Lavender all over school last year. And after your display of affection towards Hermione in the middle of the kitchen.”
Ron’s ears began to turn red.
“Fine. I just wanted to say, if he gives you any problems, let me know, ok? I mean he’s my best mate, but I’ll beat him if I have to.”
“Yeah. I know. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Maybe not now. Anyway. Is Hermione back yet?”
“No Ron, she’s not back yet. Mum said not till late, remember? I’m going to go get ready for bed,” Ginny told him.
Ron went to sit in front of the fireplace to wait for Hermione. Eventually, he began to nod off and fell asleep.
Much later that night, Ron was startled by a flash of green light from the fireplace. His father walked forward and brushed himself off.
“Ron? What in Merlin’s name are you doing up?”
Ron rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up on the sofa.
“Where’s Hermione? Isn’t she supposed to be with you?” Ron asked, ignoring his father’s question.
“She’s fine, she’s with her parents. You should have a letter from her in the post tomorrow.”
“Well what happened? Did she find them? Is she ok?”
“Ron she’s absolutely fine. Everything went as planned. She found her parents, modified their memories, and decided to spend a little time with them before returning home. The ministry is working to give Hermione’s house protection in case any death eaters have been or plan on looking for her there. They can’t do that until later this week though because there are other more pressing issues. Now, go get some sleep, I’m exhausted,” Mr. Weasley said.
Ron nodded and followed his father upstairs. When he reached his room he found Harry snoring lightly in the bed next to his. Something didn’t feel right. He couldn’t understand why Hermione would just leave for Australia without talking to him about it first. Just when things between himself and Hermione were going well, one little thing had to go wrong. Hopefully the morning post would bring the answers he was looking for. Ron pulled off his t-shirt and climbed into bed. He fell into a restless sleep.
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