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From Hermione's point of view.
I'll put up the rest after I know there will be at least 5 people waiting for it. Tar ;-)
"Shit! I'm going to be late already! Ron! RON! Get out of bed now!" I shouted. A new job at the ministry at I was already going to be late for it. I hadn't been able to get a job since the war but this one happened to be perfect. And I was already running late. I need to go in 5 minutes but before that I need to get Ronald up and have breakfast. Breakfast is something I have indulged in every morning all my life and I refused to stop even through the war and now.
"Sorry Mione. You know you love me, even when I drive you mad," I felt a pair of familiar muscularly arms make their way around my waist and nose nuzzling the side of my neck. Ron was right, I did love him, with all my heart but i just wished he wouldn't be so.... well.....clingy.
I shoved some yogurt and a glass of milk down my neck and kissed Ron goodbye. I hadn't been away from him properly since he left us that time and knowing that tonight he wouldn't be there. Since peace was restored nearly every major Quidditch team had offered Ron a place on their team but he refused until I had got a job. Now he was moving to America for a two week training course with the Los Angeles Arkiles. I don't want him to go but I guess he really needs this job. We don't have hardly any money left.
I strolled down the road to a empty field where no-one would notice me apparate. People were a bit shocked when two just about adults moved into the sleepy little cottage on the outskirts of village. People here were middle aged or old but everyone knew and were close to everyone else. The only other young people were the children of the village. No-one moved in here and hardly anyone moved out. So when me and Ron moved here it caused quite a bit of turmoil.
No-one knew this little village was the one I grew up in with my parents. Not even my closest friends recognized me since the war. My once plain brown, wavy hair had now turned to caramel and hung in precious curls over my shoulders. Although I was petite I still stood strong and steady. I wasn't the bland little girl anymore, now I was a beautiful adult. Ron loved this. He was still the bubbly red head I met and loved since I was 11.
I had reached the top of the hill by the time my thoughts had faded. I looked around me but I was blinded by fog. It was always foggy here but now it was starting to get worse. I talked to Harry about it, in case it was dementors but being Harry he just shrugged it off and said he will look into it. I had always turned to Harry when I needed guidance or just a friend but after spending the time alone that we did, we had slowly started to drift apart. He was more than a friend to me, I probably did need him more than I needed Ron and I guess I did need Ron. Ginny had even started to leave me now but it's not like I don't know why. Even though Harry had promised to make a honest woman of her just a month after the war and me and Ron were totally loved up, she was still scared of me and Harry being together.
I looked around me and knew I had the all clear to apparate to London. I felt the still unfamiliar feeling of being thrown from one place to another with the terrible swooshing of the stomach. I landed a bit dazed just in the back garden of the leaky cauldron, my body's way of telling me I need a drink of something strong. After a nice glass of wine I remembered that I had 5 minutes to be in the office. I couldn't apparate there so I had to run to the ministry. Thankfully it wasn't too hard to find. I got there just in the nick of time. I looked around for a sign to my floor and was just to open the door to the small office when I felt a hole in the pit of my stomach. Me and only one person would work in the office and I didn't want to admit it, I was exited to see who i was working with. I opened the door with my eyes closed.
I said in my most polite voice, "Hello, I'm Miss Hermione Granger but please just call me Mione," I opened my eyes and snarled, "You!"