AN: Hi guys! This is my very first fic. It's an idea that's been festering around in my head for quite a while and I decided to finally do something about it. I hope you all really like it, and if you do please let me know by reviewing and following! Thank you! Also, I just want to say that I know the first couple chapters are incredibly short, but trust me, they'll be so much longer in the future. Thank you! xx thegirlwiththepaintbrush
The war was finally over, the wizarding world had been rebuilt and the new Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, was doing a lovely job. Granted, as the Deputy Minister for Magic, Hermione Jean Granger had great influence over his ideas, but hey, she could let him take some of the credit. Hermione got the job fresh from the war; Kingsley said he needed someone with brains like hers to help him restore peace to the wizarding world, and being the brightest witch of her age, she was honored and graciously accepted.
Work took a lot out of her life, it was hard to balance Hermione's relationship with Ron and her duty to the Ministry. Yes, Ron was an auror, but his hours were seriously cut back because of the restored peace and lack of crime altogether. She wanted to settle down and start a family with the man she loved, but Hermione just couldn't yet. There was so much left for her to accomplish before she could start a family and Ron was well aware that fact.
Even though today, September 19th, was Hermione's 21st birthday, she refused to just call in "sick" to work. She had a duty to her people and to the Minister! Ron had woken up early too for a change, but he clearly didn't remember the important occasion.
"Oi, Mione. Bring me a sunny side up and a cuppa tea, it's too early for this," he said.
Hermione complied, and handed the lazy man on the couch his food and sat besides him, batting her eyelids and fully expecting something special in return. And by special, she meant a simple "Happy Birthday Hermione!" She wasn't terribly into material possessions, as her simple grey tweed skirt, black turtleneck, and sensible heels showed, but just like any woman, she did want something. Ron, however, was completely oblivious as he continued scarfing down his food like an ill-mannered child and gazing at the telly. Once he realized he was being watched, he turned his head to look at her, still chewing.
"What?" he asked. Hermione was flabbergasted.
"Nothing," she managed to spit out before she turned on her heels, grabbed her wand and cloak, and walked towards the front door. She barely managed to leave her home before she burst into tears. How could her boyfriend of 4 years, and best friend for the 6 prior not have known what today is?
"Maybe he does know," she thought optimistically, drying her tears. "Maybe he's just pretending because he's got something planned for me tonight!" With the thought of a romantic night with Ron in mind, Hermione smiled and apparated to the Ministry.