Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, blah, blah, blah, anything familiar belongs to J.K. Rowling, blah, blah, blah.
Summary- Ron comes home one night to find an unexpected visitor on his couch. Little does he know, the next few months of his life will be pure hell. RW/HG, MM/OC, RW/SM, plus all canon pairings.
Chapter One: Of Unexpected Visitors
Ronald Weasley absolutely loathed paperwork. He had thought that when he had become an Auror, he could escape the tiresome process of writing papers. But now that he was an Auror, he was doing more writing than ever.
For several months, he had had a secretary to ease his heavy workload, but the week before, she had quit, complaining of "too much work". So poor Ron was once again stuck with the work he had hated since the tender age of five, when he had been made to write apology letters to Fred and George for having thrown knives at their heads. (A/N- familiar scene, anybody? Re-read The Half-Blood Prince if you don't have a clue as to what I'm talking about.)
Now, as he Apparated to his house, his arms felt like lead. He groaned as he dragged himself onto the doorstep of Number 48 Eatonville Road*. Under his wife's insistence, they had moved into a Muggle house shortly after their daughter Rose had been born. Using his newfound Auror status, Ron had put up multiple charms and spells so that he and his family could use magic freely without arousing their Muggle neighbours.
As Ron entered the house, he dropped his cloak and wand to the floor with a "thud". He made his way toward the living room sofa, not even bothering to turn on the lights first. As he settled himself down on the sofa, he felt something warm beside him.
"Hello, Hermione," he said, snuggling contentedly to the person he believed to be his wife. He stretched his arms out, enveloping the person beside him in a warm hug.
"Merlin, 'Mione, I've had such a bloody exhausting day," he said. Suddenly, the person stirred, shrugging away from his touch.
"What's wrong, 'Mione?" he asked worriedly.
"Mr. Weasley, if I were you, I'd get your arms off me this instant," reprimanded a sharp, familiar voice.
Ron gulped, inwardly cursing himself for not bringing his wand with him. He was a bloody Auror for Merlin's sake! He ought to have been prepared. But there was no time for that now. Now, he had only his instincts to rely on. He had to go with his gut feeling if he wanted to make it out of there alive. It was now or never.
Quick as lightning, Ron bolted across the room, towards the door, where his wand was lying, concealed beneath his cloak. He bent down and picked it up, simultaneously muttering a spell, Lumos, so that he could at least see the face of his "attacker". He held the wand up to the intruder's face, but when he looked up too see who it was, his jaw fell open in surprise.
"What the bloody hell?" he said.
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Ta-daa! First chapter done! Right now I'm on vacation in India, so I may not be able to update as frequently.
*= 48 Eatonville Road is actually a place in London. It's my cousins' house, so please don't try visiting!
BTW, anybody who can guess who the mystery visitor is gets (virtual) cookies! Although it's pretty easy to guess judging by the main character. Please review! Reviewing makes me happy! 1 Review = 1 (or more) Update. And with that, I say, sayonara! :)