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A/N: My first HP fanfic, how exciting! This is a Ron/Hermione fanfic following the 7th books storyline. Enjoy and review please:)
Meant To Be
"Ron, dear, come on now."
"Mum! No!"
"Its all the rage at the Ministry, all the men are wearing it, your lucky to have gotten one, even your father couldn't spare the time to get one …"
"The men at the ministry are old!"
Ron Weasley walked past his mum, scowling. "I'm going to see Harry."
"Go welcome Hermione while your at it, she arrived a few minutes ago."
Ron turned quickly. "Hermione's here?"
"Yes, dear."
He groaned. He was going to have to face Hermione and Harry in the ugliest cloak he had ever seen, just because his Mum thought it would be a great birthday present.
He walked down three flights of stairs until he reached the Burrow's kitchen, we're he found Harry talking to Hermione about his holidays.
"The Dursleys were so angry, you should have seen them. And then, Ron pulled out one of Fred and George's …"he stopped turning and looking at Ron in the doorway. "Ron! I was just telling Hermione about how you got me from the Dursleys. Classic."
"Mum wasn't too happy …"Ron said, grinning.
Hermione jumped up and walked over to Ron giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Oh I've missed you two over the holidays! Happy Birthday Ron!"
"Thanks …"he mumbled turning red. It was bad enough having anyone kiss him on the cheek but for Hermione to do it was just weird.
Hermione looked down at his cloak, her eyes widening. "What are you wearing?" she said in disgust.
Ron pulled on the cloak defensively, "It's really fashionable at the ministry, you know."
"That's what Mum says, you know it's not really true." Ginny said walking into the kitchen. "Hi Hermione!" she squealed happily, hugging Hermione. "You guys ready for Diagon Alley? Mum says we're leaving in five minutes. She's freaking out, Bill has pulled the wedding forward and Mum has nothing to wear."
"So they're still going through with it?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, we're getting a couple days off of Hogwarts in November to go. You guys will probably be invited." Ron added. "Fleur's Mum is cooking. Hopefully it's good, not like that time Fleur bought that rice dish over in the holidays … all I could drink was pumpkin juice for a week. Anyway, we've got to get to Fred and George's joke shop before Mum does. Got to stock up on some stuff for Hogwarts …"
"Ron! You were a prefect last year; you know those things aren't allowed at Hogwarts! Filch will skin you alive!"
"Guess I will just have to take that chance," Ron muttered as Mrs. Weasley came rushing down the stairs. "Come on, come on we won't get back by dinner the way you lot are carrying on. Everyone take some floo powder and just hop in the fire, we haven't got time to diddle dawdle!"
Ron grabbed a handful of floo powder and was the first in the fire. "Diagon Alley!" he shouted, winking at Harry before disappearing in the fire's flames.
