As said in the summary, the song Staplegunned by The Spill Canvas and my love for Harry Potter inspired me. As this is the first chapter so far, I'm not sure where the story is headed yet. I will be following the song, but I'm not sure where that will lead. For right now, the rating is T because there will be swearing and adult situations. The rating may get hire as I write more. You have been warned.

It was in the lobby when I set my sights on you..

Hermione Granger was walking through the lobby of the Ministry of Magic when a flash of red caught her eye. She inhaled a sharp breath and her head snapped to the side to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. Sure enough, Ron Weasley was walking briskly in the opposite direction his dark robes billowing behind him.

She hadn't seen him since their relationship ended. She had thought their relationship would be forever, but maybe first loves weren't meant to last. After years of being together and even longer being friends, Hermione couldn't bare to stick around after it all fell apart. So they went their separate ways, and she had picked herself off the floor and began to mend.

You prepare yourself so much for running into that person. The one that can tear down your whole world with a glance, but somehow they still catch you off guard. They wait until you are running into the building fearing you'll be late with half a muffin in your hand and your wild hair falling in your face. Hermione couldn't believe she let this happen. She let her guard down for one moment on a random Tuesday morning, and of course there he was.

She hoped he hadn't noticed her. Hoped he didn't see her turn around to stare. Hope he would turn around to backtrack to her. Hope that she wouldn't ever have to speak about this moment.

"What's wrong with you," Ginny Weasley asked as soon as Hermione walked into her office.

"Oh bollocks," Hermione replied setting down her quick breakfast and brushing back her hair. "Take one guess." She was red and flustered trying to gather her wits about her. Although Ginny was her best girl friend, Ron was the last person Hermione wanted to talk about with her.

"A new case keep you up all night?" Ginny took Hermione's bag off her shoulder and hung it up on the hook in the corner. It wasn't strange for Hermione to be flushed over a fierce case. Hermione took her job in magical law extremely seriously sometimes stretching herself to the brink of exhaustion to help a person and serve justice. All those years spent aiding Harry Potter had made her want to save every individual, and she wouldn't stop until she had.

"No, Gin. Worse. Much worse."

"Don't tell me."

"Don't even say it." Hermione said taking a seat at her desk and putting her head in her hands. "I can't believe myself-"

"Ron." Ginny interrupted.

"Of course, Ron! Who else would it be!"

"Well, there was that guy from the bar that one time." Ginny said taking a seat across from Hermione.

"It was a rhetorical question," Hermione deadpanned.

"I was just joking," Ginny said. "What happened with Ron. Did you finally talk to him?"

"Of course not. I just saw him. I didn't even say anything. I just got so flustered. And ugh!" Hermione said dissolving into a frustrated grunt.

"Where did you see him?"

"In the lobby. My hair was in my face. I had muffin on the front of my robes. It was awful!" Hermione put her face back into her hands. She couldn't bear the thought of being caught so disheveled and unlike herself. She had hoped the one day she did see Ron she would be exhuberating confidence and beauty, not running through the lobby of the Ministry with her bangs glued to her face from sweat.

"I'm sure he didn't notice. I can ask him next time I see him at Mum and Dad's."

"No! You can't mention it!" Hermione had lost any ounce of cool she had at the thought. Although Ginny and Ron were siblings, she had hoped to invoke some sort of girl code to keep Ginny's mouth shut. She didn't want Ron to remember her in that light let alone know that she had even gave him a second thought after seeing him. She was supposed to be over him. She was supposed to be focusing on her career.

"Alright, alright. I won't mention it," Ginny promised. "I had only come by to give you this. I didn't know it was going to end up in a Hermione Granger meltdown." Ginny handed Hermione a ball of black satin fabric and walked toward the door.

"I am not having a meltdown. It has just been a hectic morning that's all." Hermione rung the fabric through her hands as she talked. She really didn't mean to unload on Ginny. Ron had taken her by surprise. Since she normally got to her office an hour early she wasn't expecting to see him despite working in the same building. Scolding herself internally, she decided she would have to be more diligent about setting her alarm.

"Whatever," Ginny said. "I need to get to practice, but I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay. Hey Gin?" Ginny had almost made her way out the door, but pulled back to answer Hermione.

"Yeah?"

"Did the dress work?" Hermione held up the limp black fabric in her hand.

"Like a charm," Ginny said and then walked out.

It was in the lobby when I set my sights on you..

"I saw her," Ron said slamming down his bag on his desk. Papers flew with the impact of his fury, but he was too preoccupied with thoughts of her to notice.

"Saw who?" Harry asked looking up from the file he had been studying until Ron walked in in a rage. He looked down on the floor noticing the stray pieces of paper now scattered around their shared office.

"Hermione. In the lobby downstairs. Can you believe her? The nerve!"

"Well, she does work here Ron." Harry went back to reading the file. He was used to Ron getting worked up over nothing. It was almost a part of their daily schedule.

"Yes," Ron said violently sitting down and scooting up his chair. "But she has come in early every day for the past five years, so why does she pick today of all days to show up on time?" He began to reach for some of the papers that had fall on the floor. Ron picked up the papers and tossed them on top of his bag until his desk was one big mountain of debris.

"What's special about today?" Harry asked absent-mindedly.

"Nothing, but it might as well have been!" Ron fumed. "What if we had a really big case going on? What if I needed to concentrate to rid the world of one more scumbag, huh?"

"Ron," Harry said laying down his work. "We haven't had a case larger than a teenager drawing the dark mark in chalk in the last 3 months."

"Exactly! Today could have been the day our dry period ended!"

"Whatever, mate." Picking up his work and folding it carefully into a its folder, Harry walked toward the door. "I'm getting coffee. Do you want any?" Harry asked over his shoulder.

Before Ron could calm down to answer, Harry was back in the office with two cups of steaming hot coffee.

"Drink up, we've got a long day of paperwork ahead." Harry said handing Ron a cup. "I'm sure she didn't even notice it was you. She's always got her mind on a case anyway."

"Yeah, you're right." Ron took a large gulp of coffee and stared down at the pile on his desk. It was another Tuesday morning with another load of meaningless paperwork the Ministry was pushing on them. With as much crime that was going on in England, Ron and Harry may as well not even have jobs. Being an Auror had always sounded so exciting like you'd be fighting off evil everyday. The reality was more like you'd be fighting off the necessary evil of documentation instead.

Ron ran his hand down his face in tired irritation. It was amazing how much just seeing Hermione had put a shock through his day. His life had shimmered down to the point that a mere glimpse of her flushed cheeks and bouncing curls had set his mind on fire. He had almost turned around to talk to her. Almosted told her how much he missed her. Almost asked her to get a cup of tea.

He had acted too late though. She was gone and lost in the crowd within seconds. He may never have that chance again. To randomly bump into her and act as if their whole history together hadn't happened. As if the two in that moment could move forward together as friends. Maybe more.

"Hey, so how did your date go last night?" Ron said coming out of his stupor.

"Amazing. Ginny wore this black dress that I swear was small enough it could have been a shirt."

"Oy! That's my sister you're talking about!"

"Yeah, but you're sister is hot, mate."