Time Turner

Author's Note: This story is based after the Deathly Hallows, when Hermione and Ron are recently married. However, there will flash backs into the past. I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does, everything that is awesome belongs to her. Hermione/Ron, Hermione's POV.

I sat on the floor of the small apartment Ron and I shared, reading the Daily Prophet. I was still looking for work sadly. Ron was off doing odd end jobs while the work of being an Auror was slow, at the moment he was helping George prepare to reopen Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Everyone was very excited for George for finally agreeing to open the shop again. If I don't find work soon, I might have to go beg George for a job. I flipped through the wanted section, finding very little. Maybe I could send Neville an owl to see if there were any openings at Hogwarts. I doubt it. I sighed, folding the paper and placing it on the coffee table. I wandered into the kitchen and stared at the bills piled on the table, Ron had said that we could afford living on our own after the wedding, but the bills were starting to stack up. I actually am supposed to pay some of them today, but I'm afraid to look.

I opened the first one and grimaced at the total owed. Dropping the bill back on the table, I quickly rushed back to the paper and decided to take the highest paying job there is.

"YOUNG WITCH OR WIZARD NEEDED MUST HAVE PROPER EDUCATION & DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS TRAINING. NUMBER 82 DIAGON ALLEY. GREATLY COMPENSATED."

I quickly jotted down the address and began to get ready. Though the job wasn't very descriptive, I knew I could handle this. I helped defeat Voldemort, didn't I? I finished getting ready and looked around the small apartment to see if I forgot something. Wand? Check. Beaded Bag with the essentials? Check. Paid Bills? I frowned and meandered over to the abandoned bills. Maybe I can stop by the shop and tell Ron I just couldn't get to them today? I apparated to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and smiled to see the familiar magical shop it once was. Ron and George must have been working their butts off getting ready for the re-launch. I opened the door and boxes were stacked to the ceiling and displays were half finished.

"Ron? George? Are you here? I just stopped in to tell you something." The store had an eerie silence as I wandered through the lifeless shop. "Hello?" My voice carried through the shop, up the many levels and back to me. Nothing. I picked up a small bottle and smiled. A love potion. I remember when I first saw this in the shop.

I picked up the bottle with the brightly glowing pink liquid inside, twisting the cap I breathed in the smell. Freshly cut grass? Parchment? And was that Spearmint toothpaste? I twisted the cap back on and my cheeks burned a crimson red. Ginny waved her hand in my face.

"Hermione? What does yours smell like?" If I could become any redder I did in that moment. It reminded me of Ron. As of recently, my feelings for Ron have become so much stronger. I can barely control myself from blushing when he walks in the room, let alone me grinning like an idiot when I think about him. I set the bottle down and started up the stairs to the next level.

"It probably smells like that McLaggen," Ron spoke harshly, which I thought was very much uncalled for. As if I would like such slimy barbarian. It truly irked me, that Ron didn't realize I'm mad for him. I shrugged off Ron's attack and secretly snuck back to grab a bottle of the potion.

I opened the bottle and smelled it once again; it still smelled exactly like it did all those years ago. "Ron? I wanted to stop in and tell you something!" Still no response. I wandered into the back room. Compared to the shop, the back room was more than ready for opening. "Ron?" There was no movement, so I moved in further. I stumbled over something and noticed a box out of place. I lifted it to the shelf and nearly had it in place, when I noticed a movement from the corner of my eye. Scaring myself, I dropped the box which I found out was filled with Wildfire Whiz-Bangs. Fireworks shot in every direction, I dropped to the floor trying to avoid the line of fire. Every time I reached for my wand a whiz-bang would nip at my fingers. After a few minutes, I heard the front door open and shuffling before both Ron and George busted through the door.

"'Mione? What are you doing?" Ron dodged the remaining whiz-bangs and came over to cover me from being hit. I sheepishly grinned at him; he pulled me close and covered me with his strong embrace. After the final whiz-bang died out, Ron released me. Helping me up, he dusted off my pants and himself. I looked around the back room and couldn't help noticing that my visit has certainly set the reopening back, the room was practically destroyed. Stock was spewed all over the floor, boxes fallen, and the whiz-bangs left a thick layer of ash on everything. I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my look of astonishment.

"Oh George, Ron, I am so sorry! I-I was trying to put the box up and I dropped it! I thought I saw something move and it scared me! I am so very sorry." George and Ron didn't move or say another word.

"It'll be alright, I'll just have Ron clean it again!" George came over and gave me a large hug. I couldn't help but beam; it was good seeing him smile. Looking over to Ron was a different story however. He looked utterly defeated.

"Ron, I'll help you if you'd like," I started to roll up my sleeves and pull my hair into a messy ponytail. "Where's the broom?" I looked up at Ron, he was smirking and then started to chuckle. "What?" He quickly picked me up and twirled me.

Kissing me on the nose, he set me back down. "'Mione, you are too cute. You don't have to worry about it. As long as you are alright, I can clean up any mess you create." I frowned slightly, but smiled as he scooped me up in a kiss.

"I should help at least, I did make the mess."

"What you should be doing is telling me you are madly in love with me." I giggled. "Also you should tell me what you are doing here."

"Well I saw a wanted ad for a job, so I came to check it out and since you were nearby, I thought I'd stop in."

"You missed something." I thought about it for a moment before laughing.

"And I couldn't stay away from my king, Ron Weasley, because I am madly in love with him!" As he grinned, I rolled my eyes and laughed. "You are such a dork."

"But I am your dork." He kissed me on the cheek and questioned me about the job.

"It said it paid well and all I needed to be was educated, trained in the defense against the dark arts, and a young witch or wizard." He looked skeptical.

"I think I will go with you. It doesn't sound quite safe." I couldn't persuade him to change his mind so we both went to acquire about the job opening.