Chapter 1-Charity
I was alone for the most part. Harry was sitting across from me in living room of my flat. It used to be our flat, because we both liked the quite after the end of the war, but when he and Ginny got together he moved into a flat with her. I didn't mind being alone. Harry came to visit for an hour every Sunday at one on the dot. There were times like this where we just sat in silence, thinking. I knew by Harry's nervous behavior that he wanted to talk to me about something.
"Harry just tell me what you want to talk about." I said finally. He smiled nervously.
"Am I that obvious?" he grinned sheepishly. I hesitated.
"No of course not."
"Hermione, you voice gets high pitched and you avoid eye contact when you're lying. Any way you're right."
"About you being obvious about everything?" I asked in fake confusion.
"No!" he said exasperatedly while rolling his eyes. " That I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Well see there's this charity and I think it would be wonderful if you were to participate."
I shrugged letting him know I would think about it.
"Hermione, please." He named the charity but I'd already heard of it and it was a waste of time. It just wasn't my kind of thing. I preferred my work and sleep.
"Hermione, it's a great opportunity. You should do it. What have you got to lose?"
I stared at Harry. Was he right? Should I go through with it? It seemed sexist and I was not a girl who agreed with that. I had so much more I could do right now. So much important, time worthy things I could be doing.
"I know you think its sexist, but it's also for a good cause. You should know that the charity helps Muggleborns." Harry said persuasively.
3 months after the war and too many Muggleborns parent's were denying any letter they received from the headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. On September first, too many parents refused to take their kids to the Hogwarts Express. Those kids would grow up without really knowing what they were and what they could do. It was horrible. One case a parent actually sent their 11 year old daughter to a asylum. It was chaos. I didn't know how Dumbledore managed to convince parents around the world that witches and wizards existed. This charity used the money raised to help those kids and their parents.
This charity was for a good cause, but it was still so sexist.
"I know it's a wonderful charity, Harry, but I don't want to be auctioned off as some piece of art!" I said firmly. I couldn't do it!
"I'll buy you." Harry said suddenly. I stared at him. Was he really going to try this hard to convince me to do this? He looked so desperate.
"Buy me? Why?"
"I really want you to do this, Hermione. You need to do this, because you don't do anything anymore ever since he-"
I stood up swiftly and glared down at him. He knew very well that this was not be talked about!
"Don't you dare tell me otherwise. You and I both know it's true. When Ron died in the war, in your arms, you never forgave yourself. Ron wouldn't want this. I don't want this, and I know that you don't want this either. Just do the charity auction. Please."
I fumed silently, staring down at him in hurt but more in fury. How dare he even say these things to me. I work so hard at my job. I'm not sitting around all day like him!
"Hermione. You are in your office 22 hours straight some days. I want you to get better. If you don't do this charity and change the way your living then I'll have to get Molly involved and you know she wont stand for this." Harry said seriously. I couldn't believe it. Harry couldn't betray me that way.
I felt my fury disappear and it was replaced by shock. Molly? He wouldn't!
"Say you'll do it Hermione." Harry asked again. Then, very slowly, I nodded my head. I didn't want a lecture from Molly. Harry was right, as much as I hated to admit it. Ron would want me to be happy. I could move on just like everyone else if I got out and did more things. This would be good for me. I hoped.
A/N:Review and let me know if I should continue or if it's just horrible.