In the living room from the Burrow, about mid-April

Since the end of the war it was the tradition, that Molly Weasley as well the girlfriends of her sons, now their wives, and her daughter Ginny for the 'widows and orphans of the war dead'-Helps Fund collected.

"Audrey, do you care about the clothing collection like last year?" Audrey nodded, Hermione looked questioningly at Molly "Molly, you bake cakes and pies for the Victory Day?" Molly replied sadly: "As every year." Ginny squeezed her mother's hand consolingly. They were all silent for a few minutes, aware that it was not only a day of victory. Molly wiped with her apron a tear from her corner of her eyes. She forced a laugh "This year we have to come up with something special, ultimately it is the 10th anniversary, any ideas?"

"Ron has recently mumbled something of a charity Quidditch match, I'll ask him today after precise information." Hermione wrote 'charity-match?' down in her list. Angelina saw grinning in the round "I would have also a great idea! What do you think of a calendar with photos of employees of the Ministry." Hermione shook her head vehemently "On no account I let myself be photographed in any way for a calendar!" Angelina leaned forward, as if she wanted to divulge a big secret and whispered "I meant of the male employees! The proceeds from the sale of the calendar would flow into the fund."

Ginny snorted "You know, that my father as well my brothers Ron and Percy are also employed in the Ministry?" Angelina winked cheerfully "And Harry and many others, I know!" Audrey laughed "I would so buy such a calendar!" And so Hermione wrote into her list 'volunteer for a calendar?'.

"Under no circumstances!", Ron replied to Hermione's plea. His wife gave him a flattering look and pleaded: "Oh, come on, love, it's for charity," – Her husband folded his arms across his chest. – "And Ginny said, that Harry is totally on fire for the idea!" – He replied stubbornly: "But your husband not". She caressed his arm and complimented: "I'm so proud that my husband should get a page in the calendar". He pointed to her dress "For the calendar-photo all the effort, the dress, the delicious food…". Hermione threw the dish towel on the kitchen table, cried: "Fine, then don't, you stubborn donkey" and left the kitchen. Ron called after her: "Exactly, never ever!" She shouted back: "We can still ask Cormac, who also works for the Ministry!"

The next day

Ron reluctantly walked into the Photo-Studion of Margaret Heatherton, which already meet him with outstretched hand, beaming: "Hi Ronald, I am delighted that you take a part in this project". Ron shook her hand and looked around with interest: "Wow, so big I would have never imagined your studio!" Margeret gazed proudly around "There's also a lot of work, and of course, galleons, in it. So, Ron, you have a choice between two months, " she glanced at a list, "January or August!"

In the Ministry, a few days later

At first, Hermione thought nothing wrong, as her various employees of the Ministry, grinned, winked and waved at her, but as Florence, one of her colleagues, in passing seductively whisper: "Very nice photo!" she asked herself: "What's going on and above all, which photo?"

With Harry and Ron in the canteen

Harry looked from his little piece of apple cake to Ron's great piece. Ron grinned and whispered: "I know, that's been the whole day. First Melinda 'Ice block' Thanner of the archives greeted me with a Good-Morning" – "Melinda can talk?" Harry quipped. – "Then various employees waved to me, and now Helga gives me a larger piece of apple cake as her favorite Harry James Potter!" He hesitated and asked panicked: "Harry, I don't have a dirty spot on my face, or have I?" Harry snickered: "No, you don't, this time!" Facilitates Ron took a large piece of his apple cake. "Hmm, Auror Weasely?" Next to the table stood a young woman, holding a piece of paper in her hand. Ron looked at her quizzically "Yes, what can I do for you?" She blushed and whispered shyly: "Could you give me an autograph, please?" Ron looked at her with an open mouth and then croaked: "Autograph? From me?". The young woman nodded. Ron carefully took the quill and sat proud his signature on the piece of paper. The woman beamed and walked backwards, the whole time looking at Ron, out of the canteen. Ron turned to Harry speechless.

With Hermoine, later

Hermione angrily stormed into the joke shop of her brother-in-laws 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes'. George greeted her with a smile "Hello Herm ..." - His sister-in-law interrupted him with a furious gesture "Where is your wife?" He pointed wordlessly to the upper floor and watched curiously as she stomped up. "Hm, maybe I should go for safety after her ", he thought absently, but then he shook his head, grinning "Better not. The last time when Hermione was so angry, Ron had afterwards little scars on the hands!"

Angela was engrossed in the accounting from the joke shop, when something was thrown with a loud bang on her desk. Surprised she took the something, upon closer examination, a calendar, in her hand and looked questioningly her sister-in-law, who seemed to boil with rage. "Scroll to August", she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Oh!", whispered Angelina. "Oh – that's all you have to say?", yelled Hermione and pointed to the photo of her husband, who in the photo wearing a white shirt, that was half of his pants, under an open brown jacket, a hand casually in dark blue jeans, in the other hand he held a broom, his hair disheveled and with a sweet-sheepish smile (and in Hermione's eyes bedroom-smile).

Angela leaned back and turned the page on the calendar: "I don't understand your excitement, those are beautiful picture, look, Harry in a tux….". – "I'm not interested in the photo from Harry or the others!" raged Hermione. – "Please calm down, Hermione", Angelina's eyes twinkled, "I think, Margaret did a really good job, so the calendar is surely a best seller. And don't forget, the proceeds are for a good cause!"

Hermione snatched the calendar from the Angela's hand: "Yes, all witches of England will drool over my husband in August!" Angelina giggled: "And a few will probably be cut out his photo, for their lockers!" Hermione looked at her in horror. Angelina raised her hands: " I'm only joking!".

With Harry and Ron, again

Ron watched amazed, how Harry hid behind a pillar. He crept up behind him and clapped him on the shoulder. Startled, Harry turned around and sighed with relief, that he was only faced with his Ron. " A cup of tea?", Ron asked him sympathetically. Harry nodded: "Yes, but in YOUR office!".

Ron gave his friend a cup of tea "you are probably on the run from the lovelorn women, I swear, today they are like crazy. Look" , he held up a piece of paper, "I found this in my pocket 'send me an owl, so that we can meet, Carla S.'" Shaking his head, he crumpled the note and threw it in the trash. "If your wife hears thereof.., " Harry looked at Ron meaningful, who defending his hands raised "Hey, I'm innocent, it's almost as if all witches are under a love potion!". Both grinned at each other and sipped their tea.

Ron leaned back in his chair "So, Harry, what do you think of the charity game-idea, I was thinking, like 'the Wolfhounds versus the world's best Quidditch player'." Ron saw dreamily into the distance. – "I think that's a super idea! ", pulled the cheerful voice of Kingsley Ron from his daydream, "and I would even go a step further, " Kingley leaned against the door frame to Ron's office, "the game could take place on the 2. May. An appropriate setting for an appropriate event." –

Ron beamed: "Then 'The Wolfhounds' have exceptionally not to play before a handful of people, and when Harry", he nodded in Harry's direction and grinned mischievously, "holds his annual speech, he would have a greater audience!". Harry did not look enthusiastic: "Ha, ha, very funny!" Kingsley laughed: "And you, too, Ron!" Ron paled: "What?" Kingsley straightened up and smiled: "Eventually we must allow the organizer to speak, what do you mean, Harry?". Harry roared with laughter, while Ron his forehead repeatedly beat on his desk.

Inside Ron and Hermione's Weasley Home, a few days later

"My son is asleep and your daughter still requires a good-night kiss from her mother, otherwise she cannot sleep!" Hermione, who knelt in front of the clothes dresser, grinned at her husband: "Your son, but my daughter?" – "Hugo is totally my son, with these my sleeping habits, but Rose..." He sighed dramatically, then he threw himself onto the bed, which earned him a stern look of his wife. He leaned on his elbows and and watched curiously as his wife things from the dresser into a cardboard box sorted: "What are you doing?" – "I sorted out clothes, that we no longer wear, Audrey collects clothes for charity." – Her husband groaned: "Charity", he lay back and murmured quietly, "that word haunts me! Hey, Hermione, I think, I have a fever. Roxanne has chicken pox and I could have infected me!", he looked hopefully at his wife. Hermione calmly sorted clothing and asked incidental: "Did not you get already chickenpox as a child?" – "Hm, yes!" – "Then you're lucky, you only get chicken pox once in a lifetime" Disappointed, he pressed a pillow over his face and shouted: "Shit" , fortunately muffled by the pillow.

As Ron put the pillow aside, he saw that his wife had left the room, probably to give Rose her good-night kiss. He looked thoughtfully at the box with the sorted clothes, when he suddenly had an epiphany. He jumped off the bed, poked his head out of the open door, listened briefly, and then closed the door quietly. Then he pulled out of the wardrobe one suit-bag dress, which he opened with as little noise as possible. After 'it' was done, he pushed the bag with his feet under the bed and exulted "Finally!".

When he had just shut the cardboard, he heard his wife's voice behind him: "What are you doing?" Guilt, he turned to face her: "I've just checked, that you don't give away my Cannon-Shirts". Hermione saw at him suspiciously: "I hope, that you have not done so your beautiful blue sweater into the box?!" – Inwardly groaned Ron "why did not I think of that itchy thing!" and protested loudly: "No way, it is, after all a gift from your mother." Hermione opened the lid and glanced into the box (your husband is not that stupid!) and then strolled to the wardrobe. Searchingly, she ran her index finger over Ron's clothes. She turned to him and asked "Where is the suit bag.." – Ron swallowed – "with the kilt".

Defeat Ron sat on the edge of the bed: "You know and I know that I will wear that thing never again!" and added grudgingly , "It was bad enough that I had to wear it once." Hermione seated herself sideways on his lap and laid her head on his chest: " Firstly, it's a kilt and not a thing and secondly, surely you remember, that we left the wedding party before the cutting of the cake". Ron snorted: "Seamus was pissed, after all I was one of the witnesses!" She chuckled: "Yes, I was in a hurry, to get you home!" – He smirked: "And I did not get much sleep that night" – "And that was because of your kilt. You are sexy, but in a kilt you need a weapons permit." She looked up at her husband: "You are my Rob Roy!" Ron looked at her questioningly."A Scottish folk hero with red hair, " she explained. Ron waggled his eyebrows suggestively: "A Scottish folk hero, eh!" She slapped him playfully on the chest: "Since your son and my daughter sleep soundly, what do you think, to get the kilt back out of the cardboard box, " she placed her arm around his neck and kissed him tenderly, "so that you can slip into the role of Rob Roy ", and added seductively, "and I play Mary MacGregor, his wife!"

Inside the Potter-Home, the next morning

In the Potter's House was always chaos, no wonder, with two wild boys. Even today was no exception. Ginny just tried herself on her article about the game Puddlemere United against Pride of Portree, as she heard James and Albus "Uncle Ron, Uncle Won" (Albus still had problems with the R) shouting from the next room, that of a sudden died down to a conspiratorial whisper. She looked down at her daughter, who was sitting on the play mat: "Now he gives them a candy or a chocolate-frog!" – "Knock, knock!", her grinning brother stuck his head in the room, "It is allowed to disturb the senior Quidditch correspondent?" Ginny beckoned her brother in her office: "For each other never, but for you, big brother, anytime."

Ron bent down to his niece, took her in his arms and then sat down with her on his lap. Lily grabbed at his nose, while he puffed his cheeks. Delighted squealed Lily. Ginny smiled warmly and leaned back in her chair: "So, which way the wind blows you here?"

Ron replied without hesitation: "I need your help!"

A few minutes later

"So, you want to know from me, who in my opinion, are the best Quidditschplayer in the world, right!" – Ron nodded in agreement – Ginny stood up, shouted full of energy: "James, go and play with Albus in your room, no back talk and fighting!", she looked at her brother, "Ron, you cook a big pot of tea, while I'll bring Lily to Mum." Her brother watched stunned, how she with Lily in the Floo Network disappeared.

Five minutes later he was sitting with quill and paper on Ginny's desk, while she walked across the room, lost in thought: "We begin with the beaters, I think, Jimmy Peakes and Mu Kanazaki are the best, Kanazaki's Falcon head-attack formation is unmatched. Now the Keeper, mh, Geoffrey Hooper, is currently in top form, what do you mean". – Since Ron had no chance to respond, it was apparently just a rhetorical question. – "And for the seeker, I would..," she saw at her brother apologetically, "Vi.." – Ron interrupted her with a gesture and grinned crookedly: "Viktor Krum, I know, he's the world best Seeker!" – She cleared her throat: "Yeah, okay then, only missing is the Chasers, Alicia Spinnet…." – Ron interrupted her again: "not forgetting Ginevra Potter!" – Ginny expected that Ron would laugh, at his own joke, but he only smiled warmly at her. Embarrassed, she ran her fingers through her hair: "My time as chaser are unfortunately long passed, " she saw a little sad out of the windows and and sighed, "Félix Éboué and Rosalía do Castro!" She turned her head to her brother: "So, now the only remaining question is, how do you bring them to the unpaid attendance?" Her brother rubbed his neck sheepishly and saw at her hopefully. Ginny sighed: "Then I'll probably have to cook another pot of tea!"

Inside Ron and Hermione's Weasley Home, three days later

Excited Ginny stepped out of the Floo Network and knocked unobservant the ashes from her clothes. Then she followed the noises, which apparently came from the guest bathroom. Poor Cannon, the golden retriever, stood frozen in the bathtub, while he was soaped by Hermione and Rose with dog shampoo. Little Hugo sat meanwhile next to the tub and sucked on a wet sponge.

"Who will bathed here?", amused Ginny and pointed to Rose, whose sweater was already dripping wet, "the dog or my little Rosie!" – "Aunt Ginny", screamed Rose excited and wanted to jump into the arms of her aunt. Ginny laughed and exclaimed: "Wait Rosie-Posie, I don't need a bath." She grabbed a towel from the shelf and dried off her niece. Hermione smiled at her sister-in-law and rinsed the foam out Cannons fur. As she gently rubbed Rose hair dry, she asked Hermione: "And where is the master of the house?". Hermione grinned, "Have you not seen him? He lies on the sofa."

Ginny looked over the edge of the sofa to the bundle, that was her brother. She lifted the blanket and asked him: "Are you sick?" - He mumbled, without opening his eyes: "No, only old!" – "Tsss, my husband was after training still quite capable…" – Horrified, he opened his eyes – "to play with our children. Eases he closed his eyes again and grunted: "Harry doesn't take care of a hyperactive dog!" Hermione called from the bathroom: "YOU wanted a dog absolutely!" – "Why don't you lie in bed?", Ginny asked curiously. – "Too many stages!" – Ginny pulled the covers off again – "He!" and waving a letter in front of his closed eyes. He pushed her hand away: "You know, that my eyes are closed and remain closed, at least for the next two hours"- "I don't think so, Mister, the dog needs to go walkies!" came out of the bathroom – "Again? Merlin, what did the dog drunk, a barrel of water?" - "Well, then I will keep the good news for me!", Ginny said casually, "bye.." Her brother sat up abruptly: "Wait, what good news?" - Ginny beamed: "Viktor's owl has brought his acceptance" Ron grabbed the Victor's letter from her hand and scanned it. Ginny looked at her nails: "Also interesting is the postscript, so much for 'how much he is looking forward to meet again Hermione' blah-blah!". –

"What!", shouted Ron in horror and jumped off the sofa. He skimmed through the letter hastily: "there is no postscript – wait, you are really cruel!"

Ginny held her stomach with laughter. "What's so funny?", Hermione asked, who came into the living room, with Hugo balanced on her hip and Rose and Cannon in her wake. Ginny wiped her tears of laughter with her sleeve: "Your ex has agreed!" – Ron growled. – "Oh, I did not know, that Cormac is also invited?!", said Hermione, apparently puzzled. Ron looked as if he was about to faint. Ginny held up her hand, so that Hermione could give her a high-five. Ron sat back on the couch insulted and muttered "you women are still my death". Rose placed herself with hands behind her back in front of her father. "Poor Daddy!" He half turned to Ginny and Hermione: "At least my daught…" with a loud splash landed the wet sponge in Ron's face. Speechless sat the now dripping wet Ron on the sofa, while the women and his daughter giggled at the expression on his face.

02. Mai

Both teams gathered on the field and the captains shook hands. Then the players went on their brooms up. "Mummy, where's Daddy?", asked Rose. Hermione pointed to her husband: "There's daddy". Rose clapped enthusiastically into her hands. "Rosie, you have to wait with the clapping, " scolded her cousin James. Victoria gave James a stern look: „Rose is only 3 years old and.." James stuck his tongue out at Victoria. Embarrassed cried his mother: "James!". At that moment a panting Angelina came with her son Fred and plopped down in her seat. "Excuse me, I'm so late, but I had to accept more calendar orders!" Hermione threw her sister-in-law a dark look, who acted as if she did not notice this: "Ron has already held his speech?" Fleur nodded: "Short and sweet. George has remained at home?" Angelina's gaze darkened with sadness: "He said, that he would take care of Roxanne, but we know the real reason, don't we!"

"Wow, that was a great Plumpton-Pass from Viktor, " Ginny marveled, "good thing, I don't bet on 'The Wolfhounds'. Especially Percy plays along as a replacement for Harry, sorry Audrey!". Audrey only waved casually. Angelina threw Ginny a glance: "How's your man?" – Ginny said without taking her eyes from the game: "He looks cute with the chicken pox, but for Albus and Lily, it's not so pleasant – an eight double-looping! Respect, Ron!" Suddenly she snickered: "I had never in my life expected, that, "she looked at Hermione, "your ex-boyfriend and your husband ever play together Quidditch."

David Granger turned questioningly to Arthur: "Ex-Boyfriend?" Hermione blushed: "Viktor is not my ex-boyfriend," – The present women were laughing, while David Granger was still confused – "you are really childish!" Hermione hid her red face in the curls of her daughter.

Arthur Weasley and David Granger were for the tea- and coffee-sale and their wives for the bake sale responsible. The two couples had from the sale stand a good overview of the large fairground, with many tables and benches. Interested David watched as the player Viktor Krum walked toward his daughter and kissed her hand in greeting . He whispered to the in-laws of his daughter and his wife, "Attention, the appearance of the rival!"

They all looked tensioned at Ron, and waited, how he would react. Ron, with a tired Rose on the shoulders, was about 100 meters away and chatted animatedly with Jimmy Peakes. Arthur muttered surprised: "He makes a calm impression!" They saw back at Hermione and Viktor. Hermione was talking happily with Viktor, while she the buggy with her son back and forth pushed. Jean snickered. The others looked at her questioningly. Jean shared her observation with the other: "Look, she observed Ron's response out the corners of her eyes. And I think Ron's know it too!"

Then Victor leaned over and whispered something in Hermione's ear.

The curious spectators switch back to Ron. "Oh, oh", called Molly, "Ronnie closed his hand into a fist and his ears are red. Hopefully there is not even a brawl." The spectators switch back to Hermione, who suddenly frowned and behind Viktor looked. Viktor turned puzzled. A group of about 5 girls stormed onto the festival grounds, but instead of running to Victor, they ran toward the frozen Ron.

Hermione left Viktor without a word, pushed the buggy to the sale stand and ran with the words "Please, take care of Hugo!" to her husband, who was surrounded by the girls. David muttered: "Appearance of the jealous wife!" Hermione pushed the girls angrily aside and pulled her husband away at his suit sleeve. Rose held onto the ears of her father and Ron looked as if he did not know what happened to him. Just before the sales stand Hermione stopped, stood up on her tiptoes and snogged her husband passionately. Then she looked at the disappointed girls with a triumphant glance – and all that under the eyes of the speechless audience. "Point, set and match Hermione Weasley", David whispered.