The next morning, I awoke to the comforting sound of the teakettle whistling. Sleepy and half awake, I climbed out of the unmade bed and trudged to the kitchen. ''Morning'' Ron mumbled, bags under his eyes, papers spread over the brown sturdy table. He slowly drank his green tea, sipping and staring at a place in space. Oviously, he was up working past midnight again.

''Honestly Ron, it's called sleep! Staying up this late is very bad for your health, you'll get sick!'' I lecture him in a sharp tone. "Well, this stupid auror work isn't going to do itself, is it?'' He bellowed. Along with Harry, Ron had trained long and hard to become a, well, mostly fearless hardworking auror. I, on the other hand, write nonfiction helpful schoolbooks that are on the packing list for hogwarts. Ginny has become a star player on the Hollyhead Harpies. I'm not quite sure what posistion she plays, I don't really know all of them to be quite honest.

''Here, let me help you.'' I scoot over to where my red headed husband is sitting, and help him sort through agonizing long papers that test and challenge you on different spells and such. With a flick of the wand, the papers, scattered and unorganized, land neatly into two perfect piles. Ronald looks over at me with those adoring, mocha brown eyes.

''I love you!'' Ron exclaimed. I give my husband a quick peck on the lips and wriggle my thick brown eyebrows.

''Me too.'' I whisper with a dainty smile.