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Ron banged his hands against the table in frustration.

"Calm down, Ron," Harry joked from the adjoining office, "Everything is going to be okay"

"I can't do this anymore Harry. I need my assistant back. I'm going to call her," Ron replied, hastily picking up the wand, and began casting his patronus.

Harry briskly walked into Ron's office, grabbed the wand and put it back on the table.

"Leave her alone Ron. She's on her honeymoon, for crying out loud. I'm sure you wouldn't have liked it Kingsley kept calling you when you went on yours with Hermione," Harry scolded, arms crossed across his chest looking down at Ron.

Ron looked up at Harry pleadingly. "I need my assistant back Harry. I can't do all of her work and be an auror!"

Harry laughed as he walked back to his office. "I'm sure you can cope for two weeks Ron!"

"Oh piss off Potter," Ron spat at Harry jokingly. "You'll never understand because your assistant is some ugly, fat middle-aged bird who no one would want to marry anyway."

"Ronald Weasley!" Ron's wife, Hermione, shouted from just outside his office.

Ron shrank down into his chair. Harry laughed.


Ron plodded into the Burrow, and slumped into the couch in the living room.

"Long day?" Arthur Weasley asked from behind his copy of the Daily Prophet.

"You have no idea," Ron groaned.

"Why what's up?" Arthur continued, folding away the Prophet, and looking towards his sixth son.

"It's my assistant. Or lack off. She's gone off on her bloody honeymoon!"

"Stop being such a lazy git Ron." Ginny, Ron's little sister, said as she entered the living room too. She momentarily turned towards her father .

"Hi Dad."

"Hello sweetheart. How was work?"

"Long, stressful, tiring. But it's over now."

Ron turned his head towards his sister so quickly he could have given himself whiplash. "What do you mean it's over. You're not quitting Quidditch are you?"

Ginny giggled. "No Ron, your constant supply of free Cannons tickets are not going to stop, in answer to your real question."

Ron glared at Ginny.

Ginny laughed. "It's end of the season, so we get a month off to recover before pre-season training begins. And, with the way that Gwenog trains, this break is highly needed."

"What are you going to do for a month then Gin?" Arthur asked.

"No idea. I'm already a little bit bored, and I only just started the break 10 minutes ago."

Ron face lit up.

"How about I borrow you for two weeks?" He asked Ginny, smiling widely.

"For what?" Ginny asked suspiciously. Ron, although not as mischievous as Fred and George, was known to dabble on that side of life frequently.

"Nothing bad don't worry. My assistant's gone on her honeymoon and –"

"- Hold it right there Ron," Ginny stopped him, rising from the couch. "There is no way I am going to work with you for two weeks."

Ron got up as well to face Ginny.

"Oh please Gin! You've been to my office loads of time, and you already know how most things work and where most of the stuff goes. Anything else you can learn in an hour. It's just so much easier than training a new temp."

"No Ron. I'm not working during my only break."

"It's not the whole of it! Just two weeks! Please! I'm dying over there Gin!" Ron pleaded.

"No Ron!"

"Ginny.."Arthur commanded, back to reading the Prophet.

"But Dad.."

Arthur tuned down the corner of the paper , and looked at his only daughter.

Ginny sighed. "Fine."

Ron jumped up on the spot, then grabbed his sister in a huge hug.

"Thank you so much!"

"You owe me Ronald. And get off me!"


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