After reading hundreds and hundreds of pages here on FanFiction, I got inspired to write one myself.

I've got some ideas from winky-wink and her story "His Hermione". That was actually the first fic I read here. Hope you don't mind.

If you haven't read it, do it now! It's lovely.

Anyway, this is a post-war semi-canon compatible story. Everything in DH happened, except the epilogue.

My primary language is NOT english, therefore I do apologize for my bad english. I lack the rich vocabulary of these excellent authors here.

I really envy you guys for being so articulate.

Keep in mind that this is my first fic.

Hope you enjoy this :)

Chapter I:

He was running in a dark misty forest. A woman following him. A cloaked figure was running away from him. It was cold and the heavy breathing from the running was freezing his lungs, but there was no time to care about that, he had to catch the cloaked figure. He suddenly realized that the cloaked man had disappeared among the trees, making him stop and look cautiously for him.

He was breathing heavily as he was looking around, with his wand ready. "RON!" said the female's voice, making him quickly turn around, to find the cloaked man behind her with his wand pointed at her.

He froze, trying to figure out what to do. His heart was racing, not from the long run he just had, but because of the situation they now faced. She was clearly scared, as she stood there with her arms hanging looking at him with teary eyes. He could see her chest raise and fall quickly; her brown eyes were glistening behind that equally brown wavy hair. It was like she knew what was going to happen. The look turned to a determined look as the fear vanished from her face. Now her eyes reached out to him telling him to get ready. He knew that look, and he was starting to tell her to drop what she was thinking, as she suddenly turned around and drew her wand.

"Hermion… NO!"

It was like everything slowed down. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. A green flash burst out from the wand of the cloaked figure towards her. "HERMIONE!" He screamed out as it hit her, and she fell to the ground. Lifeless.

The earth started to shake and he heard a loud female voice from the sky: "RONALD!"
"What on earth is happening?" he thought. "WAKE UP, RONALD!" the voice continued.

He opened his eyes and saw a rather pleasant looking blonde woman shaking him. "Damn it! Not that nightmare again." He thought as he got up and sat against the bed post. It had been haunting him for over five years. Now at 23 years of age, he still remembered it as if it was only yesterday.

"What was that about, Ronald?" the blonde asked him.
"Eh… nothing, babe" he said awkwardly, still shaken from the nightmare.
"What's with your knee?" she asked looking at him with wide light blue curious eyes.
"What?" he asked rather perplexed.
"You were talking, in your dream. Saying 'Her… My… Knee', what did you mean by it?"
"Crap!" He thought, now fully understanding what she was asking about, but he continued acting confused. "What?" he repeated, just to get more time to think up a good excuse. He hated to talk about his feelings. She repeated herself, while his brain kept working.

"OH! Yeah… Well, I was having this bad dream about… err… hurting my knee in Quidditch, forcing me to retire. I was saying 'hurt my knee' obviously eating up the t's while babbling in my dream" he grinned, being quite proud of the excuse he just made up.

"AWWW! Poor baby" she said in a light comforting voice closing in, while rubbing his muscular bare chest with her hand, "You must really care about Quidditch since you were in so much pain while dreaming." She sat up straight, with a puzzled expression on her face "Why did you quit?"
"Lack of challenge, I guess." he quickly retaliated nonchalantly. This question had been asked too many times. This retort also answered the usual follow-ups that came.

The blonde came even closer to him, as he could feel her breathing on the side of his neck. She started kissing him on the neck, thus making him uncomfortable. He was not in the mood, not after that nightmare he had just experienced.
"Shower time, babe" he uttered while getting out of bed towards the bathroom, leaving her desirous.
The cold shower did wonders, getting him awake, refreshed and ready for the day.

He soon left the bathroom with a towel neatly wrapped around the waist, while drying his hair with another. As soon as he removed it from his face, he saw her sprawled on the bed with silky light-blue lingerie over her tanned skin, contrasting her brilliant blond hair. She looked like a muggle supermodel. Her blue eyes, like the sky, were set on giving him a lustful look. That actually turned him on, but he didn't want to go through showering again, so he ignored it. He was lazy that way.

He quickly turned towards the windows and pulled the drapes apart, letting the warm morning sun saturate the room. He soon saw a familiar sight, and quickly opened the window.
"Hey, Hedwig" he let the beautiful white owl in. It looked remarkably similar to the previous bird bearing that name. "Whaddya got?" he questioned. Hedwig held out a leg and he took the furled paper attached to it.

Good morning, Ron

Just reminding you of Gin's birthday tomorrow.

I know you haven't bought her any gift, so get started today!

Don't wait until the last minute like last year.
I'm still hearing about the too large, USED quidditch equipment.

Don't you dare forget it again, Ron.

No stupid excuses either.

Harry

PS! Jeez, I am really sounding like your mother now.
Please don't let her down!

He cracked a smile, looking up from the letter. The blond bombshell wasn't there. He had completely forgotten her. He was scanning the flat to see where she was. It was a penthouse in Muggle-London, he had gotten a taste for muggle life.

Since he moved out from the Burrow he had started to wear high quality and expensive muggle wear like Armani, Hugo Boss, D&G, Versace, CK among others. His hair was usually slick combed backwards and he had grown a soul patch under his lip. With time he had grown some inches, also in width. He was much more muscular now, thanks to the hard training he had gotten through. At 6'4 and 220lbs he resembled an ancient Greek statue. Always clean shaven and always dressed for party. Ron had a certain confidence about him, close to arrogance. Women always turned their head to stare at him, even when he was with the more popular Harry Potter. He had gone from Potters sidekick, to Potters handsome friend.

He continued to look around until he saw her in the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel. Her hair was shiny and wet, but not dripping, and she was giving him that same lusty look from earlier.

He was standing there stunned, gaping, while she walked towards him seductively, crossing her legs. She threw her arms around his muscular neck, and closed in. "Last night was amazing" she whispered in his ear, before nibbling his earlobe. He could feel her hands loosening the knot on his towel.

He paused for a second to think this through, "Why the hell not" he thought before continuing their act of lust.

He woke up from the pain in his neck. Quickly realizing he had dozed off in the couch with his boxers around his ankles. He pulled on the boxers and got up with a grunt, while holding the back of his neck.

"Good afternoon, Ronald" he heard from the kitchen door. Looking up, he saw the blond all dressed up with her hair tied in a bun, leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed relaxing under her chest. She was smiling.

"Bloody hell!" he muttered to himself. What was she still doing there? Producing a fake smile he answered quickly "Gd'afternoon, Catherine."
Her smile quickly turned to a frown. "It's Christine!" she said before turning back into the kitchen.
He whispered "FUCK!" to himself, he never cared to remember that, and now it got him in trouble. He quickly went after her into the kitchen.

She was standing by the stove, pretending to be preoccupied with the bacon and eggs she was preparing.
"Babe," he said as he cautiously went towards her. "You know I meant Christine. I just woke up and was in a haze, you know how I am when I wake up."
He walked behind her, putting his arms around her waist and digging his head in her neck. Her frown quickly turned back to a smile as she turned to him.
"Why is it, Ronald Weasley, that I can't stay mad at you?" she gave him a peck on the lips while putting her arms around his neck.
"Maybe it's the charmingly good looks, the fame, the money…" he answered seductively "Or maybe it is my extraordinary skills in the bed… the floor… or the kitchen table?" he said raising an eyebrow at the end while closing in.
"Mmmmm… Red Fury" She said before kissing him and reaching for his privates. He quickly pulled away as he exclaimed "Oh! Very sore, babe! Maybe we should save that one for another time."
She giggled and then sighed "I guess we should. We have done nothing else all day, anyway." she turned back to the stove.
"Speaking of doing things" Ron said while sitting down at the table "I have to buy a gift for my sister's birthday."
"That's great! I find your sister lovely… Ginny, wasn't it?" Her face lit up in excitement. "So when are we going?" she asked expectantly.

"Err- Babe." He sighed before continuing on " It's a family-only dinner. She is not celebrating big anymore after the war and all... you know… Sorry." He could see her face darken with disappointment. He felt sorry for her. She had actually held out with him for a couple of weeks now, usually they got fed up before a week had passed. He would only hook up when he needed sex, then to avoid them. But this one was persistent. Unlike the others before her, she didn't demand anything special, she was just glad to be with him.

She wanted so much to do something else for a change, something normal couples would do. But didn't have the heart to complain, afraid he was gonna reject her, so she settled with what she got. For once she actually thought they made progress, but was left to be disappointed.

"Not that, silly!" she said as casually as she could, while putting up a weak smile "I meant: when are we going to buy the present? You could need a female opinion, you know."

Why was he treating them like that? Was it because of Hermione? Why couldn't he just move on? It had been five years anyway.
Why wouldn't she walk away like everybody else? That would make it so much easier. He wanted them to break it up, to be tired of him, to be fed up of him. That was much easier to cope with, than him being this mean guy taking advantage and hurting their feelings. He was snapped out of his reverie when he felt her hand on his shoulder.

"Ronald? When are we going?" she asked again.
"Oh.. umm.. Right after we've eaten, I guess"
He saw bacon and eggs slide onto his plate alongside some slices of bread.
"Finally some breakfast!"

After the late breakfast, he took a long shower, thinking back at the nightmare.

He regretted chasing after the remaining Death Eaters after Voldemort's fall. If he didn't, Hermoine wouldn't be hit by that killing curse.

After he saw her drop, everything he believed in had gone, the only thing that mattered was payback for what they did. He remembered chasing down the Death Eater, finally cornering him at the edge of a cliff. The Death Eater tried to curse him, but Ron parried it and cast a disarming spell. The Death Eater flew even though he shielded himself and fell almost off the edge, such ferocity in a spell had he never experienced.
He was quick to beg for mercy, as he understood that he had no chance against the young wizard.

"Crusio" was the last thing the Death Eater heard before everything went blurry. The pain was intolerable, this was much worse than the normal curse. Ron's anger had intensified the curse by manifolds. Soon the muscle cramps dislocated the fingers and toes, the cramps in his chest made it impossible to breathe, and he was soon going to die of suffocation.

Ron saw the mess he had caused, as he saw foam coming out of the Death Eaters mouth while the eyes rolled back. He snapped out of the madness and stopped it.

"Please.. don't… kill… me!" The Death Eater said, while spitting blood, struggling to get his breath. Hermoine's death quickly came back to Ron's mind. "Go to hell" he said coldly, before blasting the Death Eater off the edge of the cliff. Into certain death.

They were walking down Diagon Alley looking for a present for Ginny, when he heard a familiar voice. "Ron!" they turned and to their surprise, it was Harry.

Harry was more or less the same as always. He had got rid of the glasses with a muggle laser operation, since the auror job demanded it. His face was now more mature, his hair was combed for a change and he always had stubbles. Seldom did people see Harry Potter clean shaven, unless it was a party. Ginny seemed, unlike other women, not to care about that. He wore dark formal clothing along his black leather trench coat that he wore all the time on duty.

"What's up? Why didn't you answer my letter?" Harry asked as he went up to them, not seeing Christine. Ron gave him a questioned look "I got it, but didn't think you'd require-"
"Christine! How are you?" Ron was interrupted by Harry as he had realized who was standing next to Ron "I'm fine Harry." She smiled nervously.

"How is the investigation going then? Found anything new?" Harry said, seemingly forgetting all about Ron.
"We have lost track of him. He might have gone back to France for all we know." Her nervousness had quickly disappeared, since the talk had taken a rather comfortable direction.
"Oh, so you are going back too?"
"I thought I might stick around here for a couple of weeks more, in case he's still here." She looked at Ron and started to feel nervous again.

"Why did you require an answer?" Ron interrupted, rather irritated about him being ignored all of a sudden.
"What? Of course I needed an answer. I asked you to meet me here, remember?" Harry said a little surprised.
"Have you forgotten to take your medication, Harry?" Ron answered mockingly "You never asked me to meet you, you only reminded me of Ginny's party, are you getting old or what?" he thought Harry must have been confused or something. He could see Harry was getting annoyed and about to retort, when Christine surprisingly broke in.

"Oh" she said, again looking rather nervous "Ron, you got a owl while you were showering, I put the letter on the nightstand and completely forgot to tell you about it."
She realised she did something bad as Ron gave her a look that said are-you-out-of-your-mind, and Harry's expression had changed to something between anger and surprise. "Ron, can I have a minute" he said more calmly than he looked.

They took a few steps, before Harry turned to her with a forced smile "It's about that letter, nothing to be concerned about" and continued dragging Ron around a corner.

"What the FUCK, Ron?"
Ron knew Harry was pissed off, he hated Ron's indifference to etiquette, Harry took the job as an Auror seriously.
"It's nothing, Harry" Ron said trying to calm him down.
"Nothing? You are shagging an foreign Auror, who also happens to be your partner in the case you are currently investigating, and you say it's nothing?" Harry paced around before turning again to Ron "You know to do better than this, Ron. What if the chief finds out? What if Kingsley… stupid git!" Harry looked rather concerned now, trying to figure out what to do.
"Nobody is gonna find out, Harry. Relax." Ron again, tried to assure him, but to no avail.
"Oh yeah? Like I just didn't find out, right?" Harry's temper was rising.
"Come on, mate! You are acting like Hermi-" Ron stopped quickly, as Harry stiffened and gave him a look that told him not to go there. He knew mentioning her now would only make it worse.

"Look, mate. As far as everybody is concerned, we are hanging together because of the case…as professionals!" Ron said sternly "They won't figure anything out, Harry. Just Relax will ya?" Ron finally said something to calm Harry down a bit. He knew Harry was concerned because he cared for Ron.

Harry couldn't risk Ron of losing the Auror job. He knew it would put Ron back in the predicament he was in after the war. This job actually gave Ron focus in his life, a little control. That is why Harry overreacted when he found out about Christine. He didn't want Ron back to the life of being an out of control drunkard.

"Fine! But don't fuck it up, Ron. Just ditch her like you ditch everybody else" Harry turned and started to walk back, and then turned and faced Ron "And as soon as possible!" before he turned again and went back to Christine.
"Yes, Boss!" Ron said in a mockingly tone following after.

As soon as Harry again had reassured her that nothing was wrong and left, Christine turned to Ron with a concerned look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Ronald. Did I get you in trouble?"
"Nah… Don't worry. Harry is just being Harry." Ron said "But we have to tone it down a bit, babe. He said many people suspects us being… you know." Ron just had this brilliant idea, and had started to execute his plan.
"Really? My God!" her concern grew, to his relief. "This is bad. What if the ministries find out? I could lose my job."
"Relax, babe. They won't find out… And if they do, you won't be kicked out." he said, then quickly added "Maybe get off this case, but that's the worst that could happen." He knew this was his one big shot at getting her to leave him.
"No, Ronald. You don't know the French ministry; they take such things very seriously." She started to almost panic "I think…" she paused a bit and looked him in the eyes. He could see she was holding back her tears "I think we should… take a break." her face turned to her shoes "I'm sorry, Ronald."
It was like a load was taken off his shoulders, he really had to concentrate to keep his mask up. "Babe…" he took a deep breath to keep himself from smiling "You sure?"
"Yes. I'm sorry" a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye.
"Don't be." He quickly retaliated filled with guilt. "I understand. You have no choice."
"Oh Ronald!" She hugged him hard, as more tears ran down her flushed cheeks. "I… I really.." she stopped, realizing what she'd say would make it worse. She couldn't tell him she was starting to fall in love with him, not after just two weeks.
"What?" Ron asked just out of curiosity, though he quickly regretted it, he feared he knew the answer.
"I… just really wanted this to last longer." She backed out an arm's length, still holding his arms "After this case is over… After…" she paused letting out a sigh "when I come back. I want us to get a fair chance."
"Certainly" Ron assured her.
A smile appeared on her face. "Promise?"
Ron smiled back, cupping her face with both hands. "Promise."

He came into his flat and heard a familiar noise coming from the window. He was surprised to see Hedwig again, and quickly opened the window and read the letter soon after.

Me again, Playboy!

The boys wanna meet up for a drink tonight.
Thought you wanted to join, unless you have other shagging-business tonight.

See you at Rosmerta's at 8 then.

Harry

Ron smiled at the thought of everything being cool again between them. Harry never held a grudge against him anymore. He could be pissed off before they parted and indifferent to what happened the next time they met. He loved that trait with Harry.

"Let's see what got me in trouble today, then" Ron said to himself as he went for the unread letter from Harry on the nightstand.

Hi, Ron.

Just getting finished for today. It's kinda early and Gin's not home from practise. So I thought of getting some lunch at Diagon Alley.

Wanna join?

I can help you with getting Ginny's gift too, after we eat of course.

I need a fast reply, as I am soon to finish the reports and am starving.

Harry

"SHIT!" Ron exclaimed, as he remembered. He had forgotten to buy the gift.

8.30 Ron arrived at Three Broomsticks. As soon as he entered he heard everybody cheer and yell "RED FURY!", they had clearly started without him. As he passed by Madam Rosmerta he ordered a firewhiskey, before joining the boys.

"Whar'up Neville... Barrett... Rachel... Quinton" he gave everybody a nod as he mentioned their names. "and of course my brother from another mother… Harry!" He said as he gave him a pat on the back.

Neville had joined them in being an Auror after Voldemort's fall, hunting down the rest of the Death Eaters. But later finished school and started working as a herbology teacher at Hogwarths. He was still a part of the group, always joining the casual evening drink.

Barrett Barksdale a boulder of a man. Physically the strongest of the bunch with, his stocky muscular body. Very courageous and skilled. Ron was happy he was on the good side of this dark haired bearded brute.
In spite of his brute-like looks, he was a gentle guy. The oldest of the group, at 28 years of age.

Rachel Gracie a talented 21 year old witch. She joined the Aurors after the war, and quickly got herself noticed. A young and tall, dark blonde whose looks deceive. One of the few witches that had a healthy relationship with Ron. He looked at her as one of the boys. She was a Slytherin at Hogwarths.

And finally Quinton Johnson. Angelina's brother. He joined the Aurors the same year as Rachel, equally skilled as well. A proud Gryffindor, that adored George Weasley. They shared a similar sense of humor.

"How are you doing, Nev? How is first year as teacher?" Ron asked.

"It's nice, I guess. Can't complain. Setting up curriculum was more work than I thought. You know, since this is my first year, I had no idea how far each class had gotten, so I had to start with a test to see what they knew. I guess that didn't give me any popularity points, heh heh. Ten points off from Professor Longbottom! Heh heh. Anyway, that again meant I had to read all tests for all classes and set up the plan in a week. That, I can tell you, is-"

"Jeez, Neville! I asked how it was, not how you have to do your bloody work!" Ron cut him. Everybody laughed including Neville.
Ron continued "I can't understand how Hannah stands you, mate. How is she, anyway?"
"She's fine. Very busy cleaning up The Leaky Cauldron." Neville replied short this time.

"Ok. Don't start again, Nev. Please! I beg you!" Again there was a roar of laughter.

"Hey, Ron. How is it going with that French vixen... Cathrine?" Quinton asked
"It's Christine, you stupid git!" Ron said rather annoyed as he got reminded of his own mistake earlier. "And she is as British as you are. She went to Hogwarths, didn't you know that?"
Nobody seemed to know that, as everyone exclaimed a mixture of "no way!" and "really?" as they looked to Harry.

"He is right. Her full name is Christine Mitchell, she is one quarter French, and her parents died in the war, so she moved to her grandparents in France." Harry filled them in "This girl actually became Auror to make a difference in the world. She still has her parent's house here in England; I guess it's only a matter of time before she joins our group."
"Bloody hell, mate. Even I didn't know that! And I'm the partner!" Ron stated.
"Well, if you had done some background check, you would have. We are Aurors... Constant vigilance, remember?" He gave Ron a grin.
"Come on, mate! You can't say you didn't trust a fellow Auror, can you?... You can!" Ron realized as he looked at Harrys expression. "Harry... you're being paranoid!"
Harry sighed, maybe he was being paranoid. He couldn't trust anyone new to him, not after the war. "I dunno, Ron. But after Moody- or Crouch Jr., Nagina and... her. I can't let my guard down."

"I'm hearing Ron is letting more than his guard down to her." Barret came to the rescue, Harry was thankful for that, as the direction the conversation was taking was rather sad.
"Shut up, Barksdale!" Ron spat "Unlike what you think, I am a professional!" he said as he glanced at Harry, seeing him rolling his eyes. "So don't make me go unprofessional and kick your ass" Ron finished and slammed the table with his hand.

At this Barret sat down his beer and stepped back with his arms open. "Bring it!"
Ron stared at him angrily, then broke into a laugh "Fuck you, mate! I'm not that drunk!"
They all laughed as Barret came back to his glass.

The rest of the evening, they talked, drank and had fun.

First chapter finished. The pub scene was longer, but I cut it short because of boring dialogue. They talked about achievements and shit. Very boring...

Added some new dialogue to the lacking pub-scene. Just to give some more insight to the characters.

I've just started on the second chapter. It may take a while. I apologize for the bad english, since english is not my first language it will be rather... lacking in vocabulary.

Tell me what you think. I know, it's rather uneventful, but we need a base and a slow start for this story.

I guess the first two or three chapters will just have everyday stuff in it. Before the action starts.

Red Fury will be explained later on. Same with Hermiones death. just hang in there! :)

I've done some research for this story and in my mind this is going to be pretty cool! I pray that I can execute it as well! :)