She ran a finger though her long bushy hair as she looked at the diamond that sat on her left ring hand. None of the names sounded right to her, though she knew she must pick one. Hermione had always had a fond attraction to her last name of Granger, yet she felt that Ron, her fiance, would be heartbroken if she chose not to take his.
She sighed as she pushed herself up from her desk and left her study, entering a small hallway that was laden with pictures of smiling, waving faces. A smile tampted her lips as she gazed on the most recent picture; a rather large picture of her and Ron, and two of their best friends. Harry Potter, in his black dress robes, and Ginny Weasley, wearing a long white dress. Hermione scolded herself as she thought of Ginny's last name of Weasley, for moments before that picture had been taken, she had become Ginny Potter.
A loud noise from an open door startled Hermione, yet she just chuckled softly and entered the room to see him. Ron was laying on his bed, fully dressed, yet soundly asleep. She sat on the bed above his head and brushed his flaming hair off of his face, and he continued to sleep soundly. "Ron?"
He continued to sleep as she spoke a second time. "Ron. Wake up."
"Ron, for heavens sake wake up. You need to be at training in an hour."
Ron rolled over onto his side, despretally keeping his eyes shut. "I'm sleeping, go away."
She stood up, shaking her head. "Fine, be late. What do I care? I have my own work to do."
"What time is it?" he muttered, eyes still shut.
"Half past six." Hermione said, throwing the blinds open to tempt in sunlight. Ron groaned. "I don't want to go to work."
"Ok then don't go." she said, sticking her foot out the door. "I doubt Harry will be pleased with you though. He's been so lonely since Ginny's Quidditch practice has started. I keep inviting him around for dinner but he insists he would be a burden."
"I don't think its him being a burden thats keeping him away from your cooking, love." Ron said, sitting up and yawning.
"My cookings not that bad Ronald. It's better than you can do!" she snapped, walking out of the door. It did not take her long to reach the kitchen, for the apartment that her and Ron shared was rather small. Ron followed minutes later, pulling a shirt over his head. "Where's breakfast?"
"I already ate, and my foods horrid anyway, so I figured you could fend for yourself today."
"But Hun! We already established that my cooking was worse than yours, remember?"
"So?" she said, picking up her briefcase. "I'm off to work. I have an important meeting today, about further expansion of S.P.E.W. and I can't afford to be late."
She picked up a handful of green powder from the mantel over the fireplace and turned to look at Ron, who was giving her a reaproachful look, before vanishing into the flame.