Sorry this took so long! I've had abit of writers block, had no idea what to wrtite and I procrastinate WAYY too much! Anyway, hope you like! &Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter; Sadly.

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"Ron?" asked Hermione, as she peeped her head into the kitchen to see her husband, stuffing his face with food in the Burrow. He looked up, wiped his mouth and smiled

"Hey" he said, pushing the chair out and walking towards her "What's the matter?"

Hermione sighed before asking "Can we talk?"

"Sure" Ron answered back. She took his hand and opened the back door before dragging him outside into the quiet, deserted garden. "What's wrong, Hermione?"

Still clutching onto his hand, she looked up at him and gave him a smile.

"Hi"

"Hi" He said back, with a smile.

"Ron, I don't know what to do about this"

"About what?" he asked her, stroking her hand with his thumb; he eased alittle closer to her "us?"

"No, not us. Well, it does involve us, but it's mor-.. Oh, Ron, I can't take this anymore" she moaned "Ever since we've been back, we've had no.. privacy" Hermione breathed in deeply and carried on "Either one of us is doing something without the other for someone or somebody's in the room when we want to talk or.. well, be alone"

"I know what you mean, sweetheart" he said, reaching for her face and giving her a gentle kiss, caressing her cheeks "I've been thinking about this, too, and maybe we should get a place to ourselves?!" Hermione smiled

"That's a great idea! Only-"

"Don't worry about money! We'll manage. Trust me"

The words 'Trust Me' really made her smile; of course she trusted him, but they were practically broke. The Wedding was bad enough for spending money, but a house?

"I trust you"

Ron gave her a lop-sided grin and opened his arms as she leaned in to rest her head on his chest. She felt safe with his arms around her shoulders, and knew everything would be okay. This is the most we've spent alone since we've been back she thought.

"Ron, would you want to stay in the Wizarding World?" she asked him, muffled into his shirt

"I'd live anywhere, aslong as i'm with you"

Hermione looked up and gave him a teary smile. Ron smiled back and leant down to kiss her, his hands making their way to the back of her head as he deepened it, passionately.

"Ronald!"

Ron and Hermione pulled apart and looked over at the Burrow; there stood Molly Weasley with her hands on her hips.

"This is mental" he moaned. "What?" he bellowed to his mum

"Would you come and hel-"

"Later, Mum. I'm busy"

"Oh Ron, there'll be plently of time for that!" Molly complained, walking closer. Ron took a step away from Hermione to talk to his mum

"No there wont, Mum. Blooody Hell, we never get time to do anything!Please just.."

"Ron" Hermione grabbed Ron's arm to stop him from shouting at his mother. Molly sighed, angrily and gave him a scowl

"We gotta go" He mumbled, taking Hermione's hand and rushing back to The Burrow, storming with her up the stairs and into his room.

"You've really gotta control that anger of yours, Ronald" she moaned, sitting on the bed

"Sorry. People just wind me up"

"But she's your mother" Hermione explained. Ron nodded and said bitterly "I know. Who cares?". She gave him a scowl and a huff before leaving the room, muttering something along the lines of "Charming of you"

"Oh, Hermione, Come on, Wait!" Ron called after her. She stopped and turned to see him pleading "I didn't mean you"

"That's no way to treat her, Ron" she scolded

"She got on my nerves, though. I mean, come on, how long have we spent together since we've been back? And your siding with her on this one?"

"Ron, I-"

"Your my wife!" he interuppted

"I know I am! But, she's-" she was cut off, again.

"My mother, I know! Don't you want us to have some time together, atleast?"

"Of course I do! Let me talk, will you?!" Ron folded his arms and watched his wife "I know the past week or so has been pretty rubbish, but please, don't shout at anyone for it, we will find somewhere to live on our own but give it time. Your parents have let us stay here for free"

"But they're so annoying, though. They STILL treat me like a kid!"

"Right know, Ronald, your acting like one!" Hermione snapped.

"Oh, thanks! Thanks alot, Hermione!"

She turned and swung open the door, slamming it shut and leaving him alone in his room, feeling aggrivated. "Fine then"

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The evening came fast, and Ron had been sulking in his room all day. Hermione had gone to his bedroom door, but decided not to go in, and instead went to go for a walk with Ginny. Harry went in to talk to him, but they just ended up playing Wizard Chess for hours on end.

"Dinner!" shouted Molly from the kitchen. Harry got up and made his way to the door. He stopped and turned to Ron "Coming?"

"Fine" Ron groaned "I'm starved"

Harry and Ron abandoned the chess board and rushed down the stairs to the smell of delicous food made by Molly Weasley.

"Mmm smells nice" Harry commented, taking a seat. Molly smiled and stroked his hair

"Thank you, dear" she turned to Ron "You calmed down, Ronald Weasley?"

"Sorry, mum. Look, let's just leave it in the past, okay?" She went over to him and hugged him from behind "Control that anger of yours, Mister!"

"Will do. Now, food!"

Hermione had entered with Ginny and saw the 2 boys seated already, poised for food on their plate. Ginny happily took a seat next to Harry, leaning over for a quick kiss and clutching at his hand under the table, then smirked at Ron.

"What?" Ron asked, rudely to Ginny. She just shrugged her shoulders with the smirk still across her face

"Nothing, Ronald"

"HEY! Don't call me that"

Hermione took a seat next to Ron and placed her hands in her lap. She sat, melancholy, and watched Molly prepare some food at the counter.
Ron reached over, slowly, and took his hand in her's as gently as he could incase she didn't like it. She looked over at him and smiled softly. Ron mouthed 'Sorry' and she just leant her head on his shoudler, tightening her hold on his hand.

"Now, where has George got to?" she asked, putting a bowl of mashed potatoes in the center of the table then putting her hands on her hips. Ron and Harry watched the potatoes as if it was doing tricks and they waitied impatiently for a new one.

"Oh, just eat then!" she moaned, seeing the boys looking hungry. "It's not like you'll waste away!"

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