So I just decided to leave Fred alive

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Harry woke up and looked at the beautiful woman lying at his side. He loved to watch her sleep, she looked so peaceful then. Looking at the clock he realized though that he'd have to wake her, they had slept in, it was already ten and Ron was supposed to be at their house at twelve for lunch. Reluctantly he shook her lightly and whispered in her ear: "Wake up, sleepy head!"

Ginny opened her eyes slowly, blinking and yawning while stretching her arms: "Is it already time to get up?" she asked him.

He didn't even get to answer, as she'd already taken a glance at the clock behind him and immediately jumped out of bed, shocked.

"Harry, it's already ten! I still have to take a shower and to make lunch and I wanted to do the laundry and I still have to clean our living room and all before 12!"

"Relax, love" Harry said, taking her arm and trying to pull her back onto bed. "After all, it's just Ron, your brother, my best friend. He won't mind if everything isn't a hundred percent perfect, you know?"

"I know he won't, but he'll probably tell Fred & George and they'll tell Mum, you know how the whole thing works in the Weasley family."

"Sure, we'll be fine. You know I can clean the living room and do the laundry if you want me to."

"Thanks" Ginny replied, leaning down to give him a peck on the lips. "You're the best. So you'll clean the living room, but I won't let you anywhere near our laundry, I've had enough of pink laundry."

Harry chuckled. One day he'd tried to surprise Ginny by doing the laundry, but it had all turned into a complete disaster. He'd mixed white laundry in with red one and Ginny's favourite white pair of trousers had turned pink. She had been mad at him first, shouting at him furiously (something she had definitely inherited from her mother), but she hadn't stayed mad for long, she never did. That was one of the many things he loved so much about her.

He once more stretched on the bed, not ready to get up yet. He loved the way things were now, after all everything had turned out to be fine. He had moved into this little house with Ginny, his wife and they had decided to move into some muggle town, as they both had been looking forward to the anonymity only a muggle town could offer them. That also meant that they lived in a muggle house, without the usual wizard luxuries, but they both enjoyed it that way. Ginny had grown quite fond of muggle cooking, even though she did use some spells to help her a little.

Ron and Hermione were both living in their own apartments, they were engaged but yet to be married. However, the four friends met up regularly, seeing one another at least a few times a week.

After the War the whole wizarding world had been in a turmoil. There had been many celebrations, but sadly even more funerals. The War had taken its toll and there was not one wizard family that had not lost at least one of its members during the War. Slowly but surely the Wizarding World had started to rebuild itself, but there had still been many former Deatheaters on the run and people had had to come to terms with what had happened. Things had improved slowly and it had only been recently that the situation seemed to have finally settled with most of the former Deatheaters finally behind bars, though the ministry had decided not to trust the dementors and had destroyed nearly all of them. Akzaban had been torn down and a new prison had been build which resembled the muggle prisons a lot. All of the dementors had been killed, if that was what you could call it, not without causing the wizards a lot of trouble before by attacking a lot of muggles.

Since the situation seemed to be stable enough now, Hermione had finally decided to go to Australia to look for her parents. She had left the day before, and Harry, knowing that his friend would at least be depressed about that to some extent had suggested that they could invite him for lunch to their house. Ginny had quickly agreed and Ron had been more than happy to accept the invitation.

About two hours later, there was a sharp knock on the door and before Harry could even reach it, it swung open and a joyful Ron walked in.

"Hello" he greeted.

"Ron, you know the whole sense of knocking is to wait for people to open up" Ginny shouted from the kitchen.

"Well hello little sister" Ron yelled back. "How would you know that Harry wasn't the one opening the door?"

Ginny snorted and though they couldn't see her, both of the men could just picture her rolling her eyes at the statement.

"Don't ask!" Harry told his friend "She just has this way to know that kind of things, I still haven't figured out how she does it."

"You know I can still hear you perfectly!" Ginny interrupted once again, as they started walking towards the kitchen.

"You're too much like mum" Ron complained.

"See, not my fault, it's all about the genes" Ginny replied just as they entered the kitchen.

"That smells lovely" Harry said, smelling the lasagna in the oven.

"It does", Ron agreed, his stomach grumbling.

"Don't worry, the lasagna should be done in five minutes" Ginny said, ushering over to the table and making them sit down.

"So, any word from Hermione yet?" Harry asked.

"No", Ron answered "but she said it'd be a while 'til she'd be able to contact me. But knowing her, she'll find her parents and be back in no time anyway."

"You're probably right" Harry said, just as some tune was interrupting him. Everyone looked up confused, not being able to tell there it came from. It sounded familiar to Harry, but it could it be…

"Ron, you don't happen to have a mobile on you, do you?" Harry asked his friend.

"Oh yes, Hermione gave one of those to me, she said it'd be the easiest way to keep in contact. But why are you asking?"

"Maybe because it's ringing?!"

"Oh, is it?" Ron asked surprised, fumbling a mobile out of his pocket. "How do I answer this damn thing?" he mumbled more to himself than anyone else. "'Press the green button' she said" he said, pressing it and then putting the mobile to his ear.

"'Mione" he yelled at it. "Are you there?"

"Ron" she shouted back, loud enough for even Harry and Ginny to hear her. "Of course I am, and I'm not deaf! I can hear you perfectly without you shouting at me."

"Oh" Ron murmured, rather dumbfounded. "So can you still hear me if I talk this lowly?"

"Perfectly fine" Hermione assured him.

"So, how are you?" Ron asked her, walking out of the kitchen to have some privacy with his fiancée.

"Ah, I'm alright" she replied," just a wee bit tired from the jetlag."

"So have you started to look for your parents yet?" Ron inquired.

"Not really, no, I haven't had enough time yet. But I suppose I'll start this afternoon and you know, I might be very busy for the next few days, so don't worry if I won't call too often, right?!"

"Right. But I'll still miss you."

"I miss you too. But I need to find my parents, I still feel bad for 'abandoning' them."

"Hey, you did not 'abandon' them. You did that so that they were protected and they'll understand that."

"I know, but I still feel bad about it. But anyways, what are you doing?"

"Argh, I'm just at Harry and Ginny's. They invited me over for dinner." At that his stomach started to grumble again.

Hermione laughed at the other end of the line. "Sound s like someone is hungry there. Well, I won't keep you any longer then. Say hey to Harry and Ginny from me, would you?"

"I will. Love you."

"Love you, too!" she replied before she hung up.

Ron sighed heavily, he was already missing her, before he walked back into the kitchen.

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