Finding a Happy Home

So, here is the beginning of the sequel to "Road Trip," I plan on it mostly being a lot of arguments between Ron/Hermione (Some sweet, some hurtful) I think it will mostly be funny, with a happy ending….maybe Enjoy!

Several weeks had passed since Harry, Ron and Hermione had returned home from their road trip and the excitement over Ron and Hermione's marriage had not died in the least. The Weasley house had never been as busy as people prepared for the grand do-over wedding. Why a 'do-over' you say? Well, that's because Ron and Hermione accidentally and unknowingly got married while heavily intoxicated. After it happened the pair had planned to quickly get a divorce when they returned home, but plans changed when Ron and Hermione confessed their love for each other and decided that it wouldn't be to horrible to be married to each other. The friends had purposely failed to inform their families that they hadn't originally indented to get married, but they did agree to Mrs. Weasley's proposal of a do-over wedding.

After much discussion and debate, Ron and Hermione had finally decided on a date for the ceremony. They figured that early August would be nice. The weather was cool, families were back from vacations, and Ginny wasn't in school yet. It wouldn't do well to have a wedding without the Maid of Honor.

It was soon approaching a week before the wedding date. The ceremony would take place in the garden at the Burrow and would include an array of decorations, food, and several handfuls of guests. The last month had been rough, what with Hermione and Ron adjusting to their new relationship and their new adult lives. Hermione now had a great job at the Ministry of Magic. She worked in the Magical Creatures Department; mostly desk work, filling out paperwork and such for different cases and reports. It was an excellent starting position for her and she planned to move up quickly. Ron had also found a job. He was currently employed by the Quality Qudditch supplies store in Diagon Alley. It didn't pay much, but Ron enjoyed working there because he made easy connections with pro quidditch players which resulted in free tickets to games. Ron's real ambition, however was to work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, doing Merlin knows what; anything to do with punishing criminals perhaps. Ron had decent grades and the ambition to do the job. The only problem was motivating him to fill out a sodding application and make the proper phone calls.

Hermione and Ron didn't get to see a lot of each other lately. Between their jobs and preparing for the wedding, it didn't even feel like they were a couple. That's why Hermione was so excited to get home from work today and see Ron, who had insisted on taking the whole week off. She had great news in store for him as she entered the kitchen of the Burrow. Ron was seated at the table, lounged back and flipping through a quidditch catalogue.

"Hey, Ron," Hermione called to him with a smile plastered on her face.

He looked up vaguely. "Hi," he responded and turned back to his magazine.

Hermione gratefully took a seat next to him.

"I had a great day at work," she said. "I started working on my proposal for S.P.E.W!"

Ron didn't look up at her, but quickly and quietly muttered something that sounded a lot like "you've been smoking floo" and Hermione glared at him.

"What?" She asked and Ron's head snapped in her direction. He offered her an innocent smile.

"I said, 'good for you'," he repeated before giving her a small kiss. Hermione smiled as the little kiss made her anger disappear. It didn't take long before she began jabbering on again.

"So, I was on my break today at work; looking through the Daily Prophet and it had listed all the available flats in London," Hermione explained. "I found a fantastic one that has a sitting room, kitchen, one bathroom, and a master bedroom. It's in a nice location and it's quite inexpensive!" She finished enthusiastically.

Hermione smiled beamingly at him, and Ron slowly turned his focus towards her slowly and fearfully.

"A flat?" He croaked.

Hermione's smile gradually faded and she offered Ron and incredulous gaze.

"Yes, a flat, so we can move in together," She responded dully.

Ron swallowed hard as beads of nervous sweat formed on his forehead.

"Together," he repeated softly.

Hermione quickly frowned at him. She loved the cute red-head, but sometimes she seriously wondered if he was all there.

"Well, traditionally married couples do live together," She said. "Did you expect me to sneak out of Ginny's room every night to come sleep in your room…with Harry?"

Ron suddenly witnessed the fury behind Hermione's eyes. That was not territory he wanted to enter. He knew he had to cover his butt somehow and quick!

"No! I just hadn't really thought about it, I mean, just you and me living together…" he muttered furiously.

Hermione's anger ebbed and it was replaced by disappointment. There was a moment's silence.

"We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable," Hermione finally offered softly. She was as insecure as ever. This wasn't the first time that Hermione had pulled the guilt string. Every time Ron had showed uncertainty in some form or another, Hermione was sure to let him know that they didn't have to stay married. Ron ensured her that he definitely wanted to be with her.

"I'm fine, I want to! I guess there is just a lot I haven't thought about yet," he explained and Hermione's expression became more relaxed.

"Good, then," She stated shortly. "I owled the owner and she said that there were several wizarding families living there so we wouldn't be out of place; however there are plenty of muggles as well, so the rules on use of magic are pretty strict."

Ron nodded. Everything was happening so quickly, and none of what was happening was what he had planned.

"You know Hermione," Ron said wearily. "I had always just assumed that you, me and Harry would all just move into Grimmauld place together. Huge living space, no rent, and the three of us could live together," He explained carefully.

Hermione frowned once more, but didn't grow angry. "Ron," She started. "That was fine when we were just friends, but now….don't you want a little privacy?" She asked with an out of character smirk forming on her face.

Ron looked her over curiously, attempting to catch the meaning of her words. After a long moment-

"Oh!" He spluttered. "Oh! Right, yeah, of course we'd want privacy!" He stated passionately. Hermione smiled lightly.

"Of course," She repeated knowingly before continuing. "I figure we have plenty of award money, but since we're splurging the majority of it on the wedding we won't be left with much. Rent is 300 Galleons a month; I make 600 a month. We'll need furniture, food, supplies-What!" She asked suddenly as she noticed Ron's disturbed expression.

"Nothing, its jus-"

"What?"

"Well, you make more money than me," He stated sadly.

Hermione again offered him an incredulous look.

"Yes, that would be because you work at a quidditch store and I work for the Ministry," She explained.

Ron frowned and any pride he had just fluttered away. "But-but, I should be the provider," he sputtered nervously.

In Ron's mind it all made sense. He was the man, the husband. He was the one who should be making the money and providing a good life for Hermione.

"Ron!" She suddenly shouted with offense and he jumped back a significant distance in his seat. "What century are you living in!" She yelled.

"It's just, I'm your husband and I have a responsibility to take care of you," He clarified fearfully.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and sighed.

"Look," She said, with a bit of understanding. "I understand that you grew up with you're Mum at home and you're dad working, and I completely respect that. I just can't live like that, Ron. I'd go stir crazy! I live for work! I'm not saying that raising seven children isn't work, but that type of work just isn't mine," She explained, but Ron still looked very put out.

"A marriage is a partnership, Ron. We'll both be making plenty of money, so don't worry about you're manhood, alright?" She stated sympathetically.

Ron finally let loose a smile before nodding.

"That flat sounds great," He said and offered Hermione another sweet kiss.

The wedding was only a week away and although Hermione knew that they were already technically married, she had never been more nervous in her live for the "do-over". Her nerves were probably going crazy because first off, she hadn't actually remembered her first wedding and mostly because this was the first relationship she was embarking on! Hermione had no idea about what lie ahead, and everyone she ever knew was going to be there to witness the beginning of it!

'This to shall pass' she thought as she and Ron sat at the table sharing a hot cup of tea.

Well, I hope you liked the start of it. I have a plan, but if this chapter sucked then let me know and I won't go on. Thanks for reading!