Hi there, this is my first attempt at writing a story for fanfiction, but i read many stories so i got the theme of what i do. so i don't own the rights to these characters, harry potter does. there you go. enjoy :)

Hermione was cooking dinner when Ron barged through the door. Hermione sighed, another day of the typical marriage life. She wanted something different, and Ron gave it to her back in the day, but now, it just seemed to die out very very steadily. It seemed Ron was in a bit of a rush, but knowing him, Hermione knew that there would be a half an hour story leading up to what actually happened if she even dared to ask, so she didn't say a thing. Ron, knowing Hermione, was just going to tell her the story even if she didn't want to hear it.

Ron contemplated his next move, knowing if he came off too hyper, that Hermione would know something exciting happened, and that could lead to a marriage argument, and they had had plenty of those this week for some reason. Unfortunately for Ron, Hermione already knew that something exciting happened to Ron and she didn't really want to hear about it. So not knowing this fact, Ron swiftly walked his way to Hermione, trying to look as cool as possible with his swagger.

Noticing what Ron was attempting to do, but utterly failing, Hermione asked "What is wrong with your leg? Did you hurt it?"

Ron, feeling defeated lied "Umm... Yes, i hurt it battling a dragon today."

"You battled a dragon..."

"Yes."

"Where on earth did you battle a dragon?"

"Ummm... the ministry of magic of course..."

"Okay, so let me get this straight. You battled a dragon, in one of the most important buildings of the wizarding world?"

"Yes, yes, now i have some exciting news."

"Well what could possibly be more exciting than battling a dragon? What was it's name Ron, Puff?" said Hermione sarcastically.

"No, it was a... umm... Hungarian Horntail, and those dragons... ummm.. don't like to be named. Remember the Hungarian Horntail Hermione? Like the one Harry battled in our fourth year, remember?"

"I'm pretty positive that those are only found in Hungary, unless transported for another reason, didn't you read Dragons, Their Origins your fifth year like I did? We were supposed to!"

"Hermione, I'm pretty sure i didn't read a single thing fifth year. But anyways-"

"WAIT. I am not advancing this conversation until i get the truth. Where on earth did you hurt your leg? If you were battling a dragon, why? And if it were a Hungarian Horntail, why was it at the ministry of magic?"

Ron sighed because he knew that there was no way he'd be able to get his exciting news out... unless... "Hermione i'll be right back."

"WHERE ON EARTH COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE GOING? WE ARE IN THE MIDST OF A VERY IN DEPTH CONVERSATION!" Hermione yelled.

Ron ran as fast as he could out the door, he knew that Hermione would probably ignore him for a very long time unless he got out of that door as quick as possible. He then looked around their neighborhood, trying to find what he was looking for. Finally, he found something that could pass off as it. He grabbed it, then ran back into the house. When he got back in, he couldn't find Hermione. He sighed again, and looked throughout the house. Hermione appeared to have apparated somewhere. All of the sudden, he heard a giant BANG and Hermione was back at the stove.

"Nice to see you found your way back." Hermione stated in a sarcastic tone.

"Why on earth are girls so freakin complicated..." Ron muttered under his breath.

"Ronald. What in Merlin's name do you have in your hand?" Hermione asked. When Hermione calls Ron "Ronald" he knows it's not going to be a good day.

"Oh, this?" He held up a dog collar from the neighbor's front lawn. "This is the Horntail's collar that i was attacking today. Once i battled the dragon, the ministry let me keep it's collar, i thought i'd show the kids, they'd love this kind of stuff!"

Hermione let out a deep sigh. "This is a dragon's collar?"

"Yes, Hermione, a REAL dragon collar."

"Can I see it then? I mean, i want to make sure it's safe for the kids and all..."

"Safe for the kids? It's a collar, how could they possibly hurt themselves with it?"

"They could try to put it on themselves or something. Who knows, it could even be bewitched to turn into something, could i just see it?" Ron coughed over the collar, with the most grim expression on his face.

"This is supposed to be from a dragon?" Questioned Hermione.

"Yes, it's a real dragon collar-cool huh?"

"Cool? Ron, how could a dragon fit into this thing? It must have been the size of a cat!"

"Yeah, it was... it was a baby dragon."

"Really, a baby? How did the ministry let you attack a poor baby?"

"Well, they assumed that something bigger would have... ummm... made a giant mess in the building... yes, that's it." Ron lied again.

"Oh wow, it has a name on the collar! Athena... hey, isn't that the name of our neighbor's d-"

"Athena! I knew it had a name, i just couldn't think of it!"

"Ron, why don't you just tell me that this entire story is completely false, and we'll keep going on like it never happened?"

"What are you talking about, of course it happened!"

"Fine, do you know what, it happened, and your leg is hurt. Now do you want me to send you to St. Mungo's and let them look at it, i mean, if you battled a dragon, it's gotta be really hurt, right?"

"Yeah, it is pretty hurt, i'll just apparate there, that'd be good, right?"

"Yeah, you should go Ron, THEN MAYBE YOU'LL FEEL BETTER!"

"YEAH, I'LL MAKE SURE I FEEL BETTER WHEN I COME BACK!"

"OKAY, FEEL BETTER!"

"I WILL!" yelled Ron as he apparated to Harry's house.

Another typical marriage argument, and with that typical marriage argument came the typical marriage walk-out. Hermione didn't even wince, she knew he'd be back by the time she made dinner, and she planned some tricks up her sleeve that Ron won't like.