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Ron yawned, his long arms stretching far above his head. His day had been tiring to say the least. Auror training was not as easy as Kingsley had made it sound. It was very fast-paced and he had to learn about a million things each day. Literally speaking, he only had to learn about ten or so different tactics, and then take home a pile of work to actually write about those tactics. Today had been the last day of Auror training before the break, and the pile of homework for the holidays was immense.
Kingsley, Ron silently cursed, got me into all of this. Then he shook his head, with a grin. "Nah," he muttered to himself, "I took it on myself." It had always been his dream to be an Auror after all, and once his training was over, he knew that he would be as happy as he could be.
After the war, the first person to approach him, Harry, and Hermione had been the new Minister himself. He offered his condolences to them, Ron in particular, before giving the three of them offers of free Auror training and the option to skip NEWTs.. Hermione downright rejected whereas Ron and Harry had vigorously nodded their heads, more than eager.
It had already been over half a year since the war had ended, and Christmas was just around the corner. Celestina Warbeck was playing in the background. Candles were hovering in the air beside the big Christmas tree which was situated in the corner of the room, a tiny pile of gifts already under it.
He noticed a cube shaped gift wrapped in green wrapping paper with tiny house-elves dancing on it. The name Harry was written in his mother's curly script. Harry would be joining them for the break too tonight. It was two weeks long, the break, and Ron was already more than eager to spend some time with his best friend. Speaking of his best friend, Hermione was coming too.
Him and Hermione - their relationship was hard to define. After the war, they had immediately decided to get together. Although, it wasn't that they had gone up to the other and randomly said "so, we're together now". It had been much more complicated than that. They basically expected to be together. It was an unspoken promise, and wasn't hard to carry out either, since they both wanted the other. The months before the new term of school had begun, they enjoyed the company of the other. Despite a few pointless arguments, it was pretty much perfect, and how he had dreamed it to be.
Then the biggest argument of their relationship happened - they fought about school. She demanded he go back to school, whereas he said something insulting - he called her a bighead.
She had taken it to be offensive and on that day (August 13), stormed out of his life.
Her attitude towards him remained cold after that. On September the first, they had both gone their separate ways. Hermione to complete her seventh year of school with Ginny, and Ron, he went to Auror training with Harry.
He had apologized to her countless times after that, but she never forgave him. Looking back, he, himself, could not believe how insensitive of a wart he was. If someone said something like that to him, he wouldn't know how he would take it, much less someone he loved. He knew he must have made her feel terrible. He didn't blame her for not talking to him again, and no matter how many times he apologized, he couldn't get her forgiveness.
Nevertheless, he looked forward to Hermione coming back to the burrow. He was through with apologizing, but he wasn't through with trying to get her back.
Sure, they fought, sure they called each other names, and sure they hurt one another. But, they had been doing that since day one. It had already been over four months of her being mad at him. Surely, she couldn't stay mad. Her heart was with him, and granted, they had only been together three months before their end, but that didn't mean she still didn't have feelings for him.
They were scheduled to come any moment now, and Ron could not wait to see her small face, and her mane of bushy hair. It had been too long since she had looked into his blue eyes with her chocolate brown ones.
Then he heard the doorbell ring, and he recognized his mother footsteps as she walked towards the door. Gulping, he backed away from the living room, stepping on the stairs one by one, allowing each stair to emit a small creaking sound, before reaching his room.
"Hermione, Harry!" he heard his mother exclaim cheerfully.
He turned off his lights, closed the door silently, and hid himself under the covers.
He would need a plan.
He wanted her back by New Year's. That gave him fourteen days starting tomorrow. Ron was determined to get his Hermione back, and he knew, no matter what he did, he would not live peacefully until he got the one girl he loved.
Fourteen Days to Woo Hermione Granger.
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