A/N:

I know I know! "ASP you are dead!" "I am going to kill you now!" "You are the most terrible person on the planet!" *sigh* I am extremely sorry guys. I didnt mean for me to be so late and impunctual. I had to change the plot badly recently. Also I had some exams coming up! I know, a sorry is not apology enough!

Its been a long time now hasnt it? Thank you to everyone who has remained faithful to this story. I will hopefully not have such bad writing blocks. And the reviews are just fantastic. I cant believe the no. of view I have even after all this time.

Now before you read, this chapter might seem a bit off, like its not connected at all. But believe me it is.

Anyways not to make you wait any longer! Hope you like it!

Yours and yours only

~ASP~

"Wake up..." she shook him slightly. He blinked his eyes open.

"How are you feeling, Ron?" a brown haired woman greeted him, placing a hand on the small white band on his hand.

"I am fine, love… " he mumbled incoherently. Somehow that comment set the lady off, as she tried hard to make it not seem obvious that she was amused.

"What?" he asked confused, "Don't tell me theres dragon dung on my face…" he said rushing to the mirror, checking his reflection, glad to see that that was not the case. He turned to look at the smirking face of one Hermione Granger.

"Look at you… All romantic and sappy" she said sticking out her tongue.

"Really mature Hermione, very adult-ish indeed. I just cant help but love myself. I mean who cant?" he asked chuckling as Hermione swatted his arm.

"Someones full of themselves this morning…" she said as he laughed, "now get out of this room before you wake up Rose and Hugo!" she said pushing him out, to which he begrudgingly complied. It was the normal thing, the banter and arguing. No matter what, they cant seem to make it past a day without sending one or the other snide comment to the other.

He sometimes found himself, sitting and wondering about how they had gone from hating each other when they were eleven to where they were now. It was all just too surreal.

He found his routine cup of tea waiting for him, though he knew better than nothing to not drink it. No matter how much Hermione argued that reading things off books could help you learn something, it has definitely not helped her improve her cooking skills.

He sat down on the chair in the kitchen, looming over his last mission. To say it ended badly would be an understatement. He couldn't think of any that could beat how badly it went.

Everyone thinks how difficult it is to go on a face-to-face duel with the opponent, but what is even more dangerous is to spy on them. One wrong move and you could very well say goodbye to any hope both you and your team had.

He was pondering on these thoughts as he felt a small chair move beside him. He looked up tired to meet Hermione's earnest brown eyes.

"What happened Ron?" she asked softly. He just shook his head, trying to clear his head of all thoughts.

"Just thinking about my last mission. You know how it was supposed to be really important. We were so close to an answer but…" He sighed, " I feel its all my fault. I mean, I could have done something!" He gave up in exasperation.

She smiled gently, patting his hand in reassurance. "There is nothing you could have done. What has happened is past. We must learn to put it behind us."

"I don't know Hermione. I just want to get the whole thing over with! Why cant we just kill that stupid guy and get it over with?" He pulled at the roots of his hair in frustration.

"RON! You did not just say that!" she shouted out.

"Oh yes I very well did!" he fumed.

"We have no proper evidence whatsoever that he is guilty except for the fact he was there when the Aurors finally got to the hideout! What if it had been one of your family members? Would you have rushed into rash decisions like this just because you cant take the pressure?" she glared at him.

"This is different! We found him! He himself admitted it! What more evidence do we need?" he retorted back, standing up in a swift motion.

"How could you be so stonehearted Ron? Hes a human, not some insect on the wall!" she tried correcting him.

"Forget it Hermione! We are not having this conversation! You have turned too soft!" he mumbled.

"I rather get hurt myself than allow the blood of the innocent to shed my hand!" They were both standing now. Glaring. Neither seemed as though they wanted to lower their gazes anytime soon.

"People are dying Hermione… I cant be blamed for thinking of taking the quickest possible way out of this… " he sat down slowly. Though Hermione wasn't comforting him, she wasn't glaring either.

"I understand Ron… You need to give it some time… It is the only way…" she said softly. He nodded briskly, drumming his fingers on the tabletop.

"Do you want something to eat?"

"No way I am eating your cooking again…"

"What was that I heard Ronald Weasley?!" He looked out of the corner of his eye, realizing he had spoken out loud. Too late…

"Hey you cant blame me!" He started backing away from the table. She had the look of a lunatic in her eye. He could see her hand slide to her side. Better get a headstart he thought running as fast as he could from the kitchen, when a shower of sparks shot through where he was just standing.

"Oh no you don't!" The chase was on! Kiddish as it seemed, he couldn't help laughing at Hermione, with her brown bush of a hair blowing around her, as he took a corner. The stairs was the next in his path. Well not really a bad choice if you ask me. He met the blue eyes of Rose on the top stair as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Shh Mum and Dad are playing hide and seek!" he said running away as she ran behind him as fast as her little legs could carry her. He took a turn into one of the guest rooms, lifting Rose quickly and closing the door behind them.

"Daddy, is Mummy coming?" Just then, as though an answer to her question, footsteps were heard down the hallway. Rose sat quietly by his side, as they both waited for the moment. It was long to come.

"Maybe Mummy not coming?" she asked inquisitively. He eyed her, winking mischievously.

"Maybe…" And he started tickling her. She twisted and turned, unable to hold her giggles down, as she tried hard to remain quiet. He chuckled lightly and continued tickling her. The footsteps seemed to get closer now. Just then, he saw the flames in the fireplace turn green. He stopped tickling Rose and got near the fireplace. It kept glowing green but nothing came out of it. When he was just near enough, Harry's head poked out of the flames.

"Trouble at Hogwarts…"

A/N:

Well I heard someone ask for a bit more romione. I hope you are satisfied now :P I cant really stop apologising again! I will try updating the next one sooner. I just love Ron and Rose, forgive me! :P And I am not really up for really long author notes because I feel just so guilty.

Well directly to the Chapter Question: Trouble at Hogwarts... Any guesses?

Now for the Poll question of the chapter. Which is your favourite canon ship out of these?

a) Hinny

b) Romione

c) Ronks

Well as for my answer to the previous question, my favourite character out of the Golden Trio eh? Thats going to be really hard! I love Harry because he is really strong and a really brave person. Hermione is really clever but more than that, a truly loyal friend. Ron, though crazy, is really intelligent, more than people give him credit. So... *rakes their brains* I think I have coem to my decision...

Hermione it is! No one can just leave their parents to go on a Horcrux hunt to save their best friend's life just like that. And that why I love her!

Well enough of my senseless rants! Hope you liked this really short chapter! :P

Always yours

~ASP~