- - I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS. JUST THE PLOT. - - -
"I don't know why I ever married you!" Ron screamed across Hermione and his front lawn. "You're a self-centered, egotistical, smart ass! I'm filling for a wizard divorce!"
"Ron, there's no such thing as a wizard divorce. We got married like muggles, just like every other wizard. You just file for a divorce. Like a muggle." Hermione answered calmly.
"Like I said, a SMART ASS! I'm staying with my Ginny and Harry!" Ron heaved his duffle bag up from the ground and took his car.
"Mummy, what's wrong?" Hugo asked.
"Mummy and daddy are debating." She replied with a exasperated sigh.
"Mummy, debating isn't yelling." He responded looking up at her disheveled figure with brown eyes that took after his mother's.
"Ahhh, depends on the politician! Haha!" She reached over and ruffled his golden brown hair. "Let's go to the library, okay?"
"Yay! Ask Rose if she wants to go, too!"
"Sweetie, she wants a tube top and a cell phone, not a seven hundred page story book to read by herself."
Hermione took her son's hand in her's and took him to the Ford Angela. The Flying car. The Invisible Flying Car.
"Mummuy, can we fly this time?"
"As long as we don't hit a enchanted tree."
"Can I fly?"
"You're six."
"And you're old. Let's go!"
"You are uncannily like me." She remarked with a smile.