Ok, I promised a bigger summary, so here it is: Ron is an undercover auror,
which means that he's an auror, but nobody knows. He has to go through a
lot with his family and friends, who all think he's slacking off and
wasting his skills when he really is working harder than anyone. He's in
love with Hermione, who has feelings for him too. When something happens
to her, what will he do? And can he survive his job to be with her?
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the characters (except for Andrew), just the plot.
Prologue
"Six months! It's been six months since you last tried to get a job!"
"Mum. . ."
"At least you tried in the beginning, but it's starting to seem like you've given up all hope!"
"Maybe I have, mum."
"Well, you can't stay at home forever!" Two voices carried out the kitchen window of the Burrow and into the garden, where the gnomes were having a jolly time listening to the daily fight between Mrs. Weasley and her youngest son.
"Mum, I'm not going to stay at home forever, and I'm looking for a job. It's just taking me a little longer than expected."
"A little longer than expected? It's been months since you got out of school, and look at you! You're still at home. Bill got his job right out of Hogwarts, and Charlie already had a position waiting in Romania when he graduated."
"Well, I'm not Bill or Charlie, am I?"
"But Ron, honey, I don't understand. You were a prefect! You received nearly perfect scores on all your N.E.W.T.S. You even beat Hermione in transfiguration. You should have no problems finding a job. I just don't understand."
Ron didn't even pause to respond. Walking out the door, he apparated to Hogsmead. The frequent shouting matches he'd been having with his mother were really starting to get to him. If he didn't start having more fun, he was going to become as bitter as Kreacher.
Ron looked up and down the streets of Hogsmead, trying to decide how to spend the rest of his day. There was the possibility of visiting The Three Broomsticks, or he could stop by the new café that had opened near the Shrieking Shack. Or. . . a red head poked out of a shop up the street, making his decision for him. He could spend the day with Fred and George.
He was walking down the street when an obvious bookworm (she was reading as she walked) stepped out in front of him. Surprised, he realized that it was his favorite bookworm. "Hermione! Hey, 'Mione!" He called out.
She looked up. "Hey!" She cried, hugging him. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd come visit Fred and George, see how their joke shop has been coming along. You?"
"I needed a new book." She waved absentmindedly to the book in her hand. "What are you doing this afternoon? We could go back to my place for tea, if you want."
"Sure," He responded, excitedly.
As Ron followed Hermione through the streets of Hogsmead, he grinned. It was nice to see her again. It had been an entire week since she'd last been at the Burrow. When they reached her flat, Hermione made her way to the kitchen. Ron settled himself on the couch.
He had always loved her flat. It was big and spacious, and she had filled it with everything she loved. Everywhere he looked he was reminded of her. Hermione's walls were filled with pictures, and in the place of honor was a blown up shot of her, Harry, and Ron. Unfortunately, beneath that picture was one of her and her boyfriend.
Ron turned from the picture, knowing he wouldn't be able to mask his jealousy if he had to look at a picture of Hermione with her arms around another guy.
When Hermione walked into the living room, she was carrying two hot mugs of tea. She settled herself into the chair opposite Ron, and when she opened her mouth, all of his happiness faded. "How has the job search been coming along?"
"'Mione, please- I really don't want to talk about it."
"But Ron- you're still living at home, without a job. Don't you think you should be looking for one?"
"Maybe I have one already, I don't need to look!" He shouted at her.
She looked pleased. "Do you really, Ron? Where is it?"
He sighed. This was not going well. "'Mione, I don't have a job. I'm. . . I'm searching right now. I'm figuring my life out."
"Ron," she said softly, "Harry is an auror. An auror! I bet he could get you a job at the ministry, and then you could buy a flat and live on your own, and. . ."
He cut her off. "I don't need Harry to find me a bloody job! I'm doing fine on my own! I'm sorry if I'm not up to your standards, if I'm not the great Harry Potter, but I'm trying to be me, and you aren't making it any easier!"
"I- I'm sorry." She stammered.
"It's ok. Look, let's just change the subject. How has Andrew been lately?" It pained him to say Andrew's name, but at least the spotlight was no longer focused on him.
Hermione reflected a moment on her boyfriend's status. "He's doing good. He just got a promotion at the ministry, and is looking for a house. Oh my gosh!"
Ron jumped. "What is it?"
"I was supposed to meet him half an hour ago! We were going to look at houses. Goodness. Please- lock up for me, I've got to go." She apparated out of her flat.
Ron spent a few moments staring blankly at the spot where her head had been, just seconds before. He sighed- once again her boyfriend had ruined his time with her. Just last month the prat had had the nerve to show up at the Burrow. He couldn't even have time alone with her at his house anymore.
He was still on the couch five minutes later when a black owl flew through the window. It held out its leg to Ron, who quickly read the attached note.
~~~
Pruit Street
Paris, France
Seven PM
Tomorrow
~~~
Ron reattached the note to the owl, who flew back out the window. Sighing, he went over the time and place that had been on the parchment, to make sure he didn't forget. It wouldn't go over to well at work if he missed a mission.
He smiled to himself. His life had become very twisted after Hogwarts. Based on his test scores, his personality, his work in the war, and loads of other things, he had been invited to go through an undercover auror- training program.
Two months full of arduous training, while his parents and friends thought he was randomly looking for a job. Ron had graduated at the top of his class, but that didn't mean a thing, because nobody would ever know.
Undercover aurors were not allowed to tell anyone, unless he/ she was a spouse, about their job. The work they did was both dangerous and secret, and the leaders of the U.A.'s had been afraid that there would be retaliation on the families of the aurors if their identities leaked out.
The last thing Ron wanted to do was put Hermione, his parents, or even Harry, in danger. Instead, he lived with their pity and contempt, as a bum in his mother's house. Everyday people screamed at him to get on with his life, when, in reality, he was doing more than anyone he knew. Ron Weasley risked his life nightly, to assure that the people he cared about were safe. That was the whole reason he had taken such a secretive, difficult, and painful career. He'd wanted to fight the bad guys, and actually make a difference.
As Ron mechanically locked the door to Hermione's flat, he repeated the address to himself. He wouldn't forget- he couldn't forget.
That night, as he lay in bed, he knew that he needed to be thinking about his mission, getting himself ready. He had to have his mind on the task ahead. However, like most nights, he fell asleep to Hermione's face, and he passed the night dreaming of her.
~~*~~**~~*~~
Well, that's the prologue people. So, what say you? Good plot/ bad plot, should I continue, is it horrible, I need feedback! Please review- I'll give you a sugar cube and a cookie. I'm that nice. Besides- you review mine, I'll review yours. Thanks~
~ Sugar High
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the characters (except for Andrew), just the plot.
Prologue
"Six months! It's been six months since you last tried to get a job!"
"Mum. . ."
"At least you tried in the beginning, but it's starting to seem like you've given up all hope!"
"Maybe I have, mum."
"Well, you can't stay at home forever!" Two voices carried out the kitchen window of the Burrow and into the garden, where the gnomes were having a jolly time listening to the daily fight between Mrs. Weasley and her youngest son.
"Mum, I'm not going to stay at home forever, and I'm looking for a job. It's just taking me a little longer than expected."
"A little longer than expected? It's been months since you got out of school, and look at you! You're still at home. Bill got his job right out of Hogwarts, and Charlie already had a position waiting in Romania when he graduated."
"Well, I'm not Bill or Charlie, am I?"
"But Ron, honey, I don't understand. You were a prefect! You received nearly perfect scores on all your N.E.W.T.S. You even beat Hermione in transfiguration. You should have no problems finding a job. I just don't understand."
Ron didn't even pause to respond. Walking out the door, he apparated to Hogsmead. The frequent shouting matches he'd been having with his mother were really starting to get to him. If he didn't start having more fun, he was going to become as bitter as Kreacher.
Ron looked up and down the streets of Hogsmead, trying to decide how to spend the rest of his day. There was the possibility of visiting The Three Broomsticks, or he could stop by the new café that had opened near the Shrieking Shack. Or. . . a red head poked out of a shop up the street, making his decision for him. He could spend the day with Fred and George.
He was walking down the street when an obvious bookworm (she was reading as she walked) stepped out in front of him. Surprised, he realized that it was his favorite bookworm. "Hermione! Hey, 'Mione!" He called out.
She looked up. "Hey!" She cried, hugging him. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd come visit Fred and George, see how their joke shop has been coming along. You?"
"I needed a new book." She waved absentmindedly to the book in her hand. "What are you doing this afternoon? We could go back to my place for tea, if you want."
"Sure," He responded, excitedly.
As Ron followed Hermione through the streets of Hogsmead, he grinned. It was nice to see her again. It had been an entire week since she'd last been at the Burrow. When they reached her flat, Hermione made her way to the kitchen. Ron settled himself on the couch.
He had always loved her flat. It was big and spacious, and she had filled it with everything she loved. Everywhere he looked he was reminded of her. Hermione's walls were filled with pictures, and in the place of honor was a blown up shot of her, Harry, and Ron. Unfortunately, beneath that picture was one of her and her boyfriend.
Ron turned from the picture, knowing he wouldn't be able to mask his jealousy if he had to look at a picture of Hermione with her arms around another guy.
When Hermione walked into the living room, she was carrying two hot mugs of tea. She settled herself into the chair opposite Ron, and when she opened her mouth, all of his happiness faded. "How has the job search been coming along?"
"'Mione, please- I really don't want to talk about it."
"But Ron- you're still living at home, without a job. Don't you think you should be looking for one?"
"Maybe I have one already, I don't need to look!" He shouted at her.
She looked pleased. "Do you really, Ron? Where is it?"
He sighed. This was not going well. "'Mione, I don't have a job. I'm. . . I'm searching right now. I'm figuring my life out."
"Ron," she said softly, "Harry is an auror. An auror! I bet he could get you a job at the ministry, and then you could buy a flat and live on your own, and. . ."
He cut her off. "I don't need Harry to find me a bloody job! I'm doing fine on my own! I'm sorry if I'm not up to your standards, if I'm not the great Harry Potter, but I'm trying to be me, and you aren't making it any easier!"
"I- I'm sorry." She stammered.
"It's ok. Look, let's just change the subject. How has Andrew been lately?" It pained him to say Andrew's name, but at least the spotlight was no longer focused on him.
Hermione reflected a moment on her boyfriend's status. "He's doing good. He just got a promotion at the ministry, and is looking for a house. Oh my gosh!"
Ron jumped. "What is it?"
"I was supposed to meet him half an hour ago! We were going to look at houses. Goodness. Please- lock up for me, I've got to go." She apparated out of her flat.
Ron spent a few moments staring blankly at the spot where her head had been, just seconds before. He sighed- once again her boyfriend had ruined his time with her. Just last month the prat had had the nerve to show up at the Burrow. He couldn't even have time alone with her at his house anymore.
He was still on the couch five minutes later when a black owl flew through the window. It held out its leg to Ron, who quickly read the attached note.
~~~
Pruit Street
Paris, France
Seven PM
Tomorrow
~~~
Ron reattached the note to the owl, who flew back out the window. Sighing, he went over the time and place that had been on the parchment, to make sure he didn't forget. It wouldn't go over to well at work if he missed a mission.
He smiled to himself. His life had become very twisted after Hogwarts. Based on his test scores, his personality, his work in the war, and loads of other things, he had been invited to go through an undercover auror- training program.
Two months full of arduous training, while his parents and friends thought he was randomly looking for a job. Ron had graduated at the top of his class, but that didn't mean a thing, because nobody would ever know.
Undercover aurors were not allowed to tell anyone, unless he/ she was a spouse, about their job. The work they did was both dangerous and secret, and the leaders of the U.A.'s had been afraid that there would be retaliation on the families of the aurors if their identities leaked out.
The last thing Ron wanted to do was put Hermione, his parents, or even Harry, in danger. Instead, he lived with their pity and contempt, as a bum in his mother's house. Everyday people screamed at him to get on with his life, when, in reality, he was doing more than anyone he knew. Ron Weasley risked his life nightly, to assure that the people he cared about were safe. That was the whole reason he had taken such a secretive, difficult, and painful career. He'd wanted to fight the bad guys, and actually make a difference.
As Ron mechanically locked the door to Hermione's flat, he repeated the address to himself. He wouldn't forget- he couldn't forget.
That night, as he lay in bed, he knew that he needed to be thinking about his mission, getting himself ready. He had to have his mind on the task ahead. However, like most nights, he fell asleep to Hermione's face, and he passed the night dreaming of her.
~~*~~**~~*~~
Well, that's the prologue people. So, what say you? Good plot/ bad plot, should I continue, is it horrible, I need feedback! Please review- I'll give you a sugar cube and a cookie. I'm that nice. Besides- you review mine, I'll review yours. Thanks~
~ Sugar High