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The Weasleygirls 3

Chapter 25: Future

Hermione woke up because she was shivering. That only happened when Ron wasn't there. Wait, wait, wait. Ron wasn't there? How could that be? He'd promised to never leave her again.

"Ron, where are you?" she asked slightly panic-stricken into the darkness. It was still early in the morning.

"Mione, honey, calm down. I'm in the bathroom. Shit... ouch... oh how I hate to be such a motion-impaired idiot." Ron grumbled.

Hermione jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She opened the door and had to laugh at the sight she was confronted with. Ron tried to shave, but most of the shaving cream had not landed on his face, but on his chest, the sink, and in his hair.

"Why did I have to hurt my right arm? With my left arm I can't do anything, except maybe hold onto my plate or lift a glass."

"You're incredibly cute when you're so helpless. Do you know that?" Hermione grinned.

Ron growled. It didn't do his ego any good to be sweet and helpless.

"May I help you?"

Ron nodded. Hermione stepped up to him, took a washcloth, and washed the cream off his upper body. Ron groaned.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"Yeah… but that's how I know I'm alive and here with you."

"You scared the shit out of me…" Hermione whispered.

Ron's eyes grew big. "Hermione, are you swearing?"

"That's not funny Ron!"

"When did I scare you? When I attacked Krum? Or because I yelled at you and then left?" Ron asked quiltily.

"When I woke up, you weren't there, even though you promised."

"I'm sorry, Mione.. Again! Oh, Mione, I don't even know why you still want to be with me? Now you have to help me with everything like I'm a toddler."

"Why do you always speak so badly of yourself?"

"Because I have the talent to fuck up everything. But my feelings run wild in these situations. You can ask Ginny what happened when I found out she was making out with one of our classmates."

"I'll do that someday, but now I need to get rid of the shaving cream on your face."

Hermione took the wet razor. Ron watched her with big eyes, but nodded because he trusted her. It couldn't get any worse than if he tried to shave with his left hand. When Hermione was finished, they both grinned happily into the mirror.

"Please turn around, then I can apply the tincture to the bruises on your back." said Hermione.

Ron supported himself with his left hand on the sink, knowing it would be painful.

"I'm really sorry!" Hermione apologized.

"It's… not… your fault… Love", Ron whimpered.

When the procedure was finished, Hermione helped Ron get dressed and sent him downstairs to the living room. She quickly jumped under the shower and put on her work clothes.

"You want to go to work?" Ron asked when Hermione entered the living room.

"I have to! I've been absent from work the last few days. Here on the parchment are the times when you have to take your potions. But to be on the safe side, I'll put the coin with the dragons here, I'll take the coin with the runes with me. Then I can remind you to take your medicine. You wanna come with me in the kitchen? I have time for a quick breakfast."

Before Hermione finally set off for work, she looked deep into Ron's eyes.

"You promise me you won't do anything stupid and take care of yourself, right?"

Ron nodded and answered: "Yes, Mione, or I'll send a Patronus to you or Mum. I love you."

He pulled Hermione to himself and gave her a passionate kiss. With a smile she separated herself from him and stepped into the fireplace.

"I love you too, Ron!"

After Hermione had disappeared into the green flames, Ron went into the garden. There he sat down on the bench and fell into a reflective mood. It was incredible how lucky he was. He still had to thank Kingsley. Without his coins he might not be also had to apologize to Harry. He hoped that he hadn't ruined Harry's plans too much. And above all, he had to apologize to Hermine properly. But how, he was barely able to dress himself. Ron considered what he could do to make her happy. He got an idea and sent a letter to his mom.

Hello, Mum

I'm fine, but could you please help me prepare dinner for Hermione and me? I would be very grateful if you could come early this afternoon.

Ron

The dragon coin began to glow. He smiled as he touched the coin with his wand and said "Draconis excitat". His smile turned into a broad grin when he heard Hermione's voice.

"This is your personal healer, Mr. Weasley. I just wanted to tell you to take the vial of dark blue liquid right away. See you later. I miss you! Oh, and you'll probably get an owl from the hospital later with the medical expenses."

He got up and went into the kitchen to take the vial with the dark blue liquid. Ron shuddered and said to himself, "Merlin's dirty underpants, that's worse than spitting snails."

Hermione was again unnecessarily worried. She apparently did not know that the treatment costs were covered by the Ministry. And besides, the last mission probably added a lot to his vault at Gringotts. This led him to his next point on his imaginary list. How should he earn his money in the near future? Should he ask Kingsley if he had a job for him in the office of the Auror Department? But actually, he didn't want to just sit behind the desk. Didn't George say the last time he had hardly any time left because the shop was doing so well? Maybe George could use him at the store. After all, he knew everything about the shop and its products.

For the most of the time, he had been some sort of their guinea pig. 'That sounds like a plan', Ron thought and smiled. If his mom came, he would talk to her about it.

Ron got a fright when he heard someone coming out of the fireplace. He must have fallen asleep on the bed a while ago.

"Ronnie, where are you?", he heard his mother asking. Ron rolled his eyes. He didn't like to be called Ronnie.

"I'm in the bedroom, Mom!", he answered.

Molly brought the groceries to the kitchen and went into the bedroom afterwards.

"Ronniekins, how are my?"

"Mom please, you shouldn't call me that, besides I already told you I'm fine. What did you bring to cook?"

"What about chicken breast fillet in a crispy coat with rice and buttered vegetables? For dessert I brought you pumpkin pie!", she smiled.

"Sounds great, thank you! Should we start cooking?"

Ron tried to help Molly as best he could. Among other things, he talked to her about asking George if he could help him in his business. Molly looked at Ron and took him in his arms. Her embrace showed so much love and gratitude, that Ron knew it was the right decision.

When dinner was ready, Molly put a warming charm on the food so that it was still warm when Hermione came home.

"Should I ask George to get in touch with you when he has time?", Molly asked.

"Yeah, that'd be great, let him think about it... Oh, and thanks again, Mum!"

"You're welcome, my son! You know that I'd do anything for you!" Molly smiled, patting his cheek.

She gave Ron a kiss on the forehead and went back to the Burrow.

When Hermione stepped out of the fireplace in the early evening, she was greeted with a wonderful smell.

"I'm home, honey! Where are you?", she asked into the empty living room.

"I'm in the kitchen, love!"

When she stepped into the kitchen, she couldn't believe what she saw. On the table, besides a wonderfully smelling meal, there were flowers, candles and glasses that looked as if they were filled with the darkest wine she had ever seen.

"Ron, what's that in the glasses? You aren't allowed to drink wine right now."

Ron went up to Hermione and hugged her with his left arm.

"You worry too much, darling. It's just cherry juice from my mom. She also helped me with the cooking, and she also did not let herself be dissuaded from sending us food for the next few days. Since she still cooks for an extended family anyway, some of our family still enjoy her food almost every day. George would starve because his business is going so well and he just doesn't find the time to cook anything and Harry doesn't really like the food in the ministry canteen. And when Ginny's home, she's too busy to cook anything." Ron winked at Hermione. She had to smile, he let go and pulled her chair from the table and asked her to sit down. Then he sat down opposite her.

" I wish you 'bon appétit'" Ron grinned and Hermione looked gratefully at him. "'Bon appétit, Ron!"

During the meal, Hermione spoke vividly about her day at work. It was nice to see her blossoming again like a rose in spring. In a moment of calm Ron took the chance to talk.

"Mione?"

Hermione could only look at him questioningly, as she was still eating.

"You don't have to worry about the medical bills. The ministry is paying for it because it happened during a mission." Ron explained.

"Oh, I didn't know that, but that's wonderful. Fortunately, we will not have to use the services of the hospital so often now, won't we? ."

Ron's ears reddened when suddenly an owl knocked on the window. It was George's and that made Ron grin. He read the letter and he murmured "perfect". Hermione was about to say something, but Ron spoke before she had the chance.

"To return to your question…", he paused, while Hermione looked at him anxiously.

"We don't get to St. Mungo's as often as I used to. I don't know how it's gonna look when you jinx me once in a while, though."

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, you are mad." Hermione laughed

"I know! That's why you're in love with me." He grinned and reached across the table to take her hand.

"You know Mione, if the healer says I can go back to work, I'm going back to the Ministry of Magic to inform Kingsley that I quit. Then I will do my last paperwork, say goodbye to everyone and that's it. At first I thought about planning the missions, but just sitting behind the desk is not my life goal ."

Hermione got up and went over to Ron, took his hand and told him to stand up, so that she could snuggle into his arm.

"Thank you!" Hermione whispered. That's all she could say at the moment.

"But you don't know what I want to do after that!", Ron said.

Hermione looked at Ron. He sat back down on his chair and had Hermione sit on his lap so that she could look at him.

"What are you gonna do? You gonna tell me?" Hermione asked.

"It has to do with the owl of George. The last time we were at the Burrow he told me that he had so much work and so I asked him if he needed help. I would like to start working at 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'. His answer was 'If anyone knows our articles, you do. I, and I'm speaking for Fred, too, am very much looking forward to this. When do you start?' " Ron explained his plan to Hermione.

"That's wonderful, Ron. Two days ago I wouldn't have thought that my... that our life could be so perfect again."

…

It had become late and after Hermione had tidied up the kitchen, they both went to bed. Hermione snuggled into Ron's arm and fell asleep instantly. Ron gave her a kiss on the head. "Good night, my angel. I love you!"

The next days went similarly. Hermione went to work and sent Ron reminders to take his potions during the day. Even though he thought of it himself, he loved to hear her voice through the coin.

Molly brought them food every day and in the evening they sat together and Hermione told him about her day. But tonight Hermione was much quieter than usual. She lay wordlessly in bed in his arms.

"What's wrong, Mione? Do you want to talk about it?" Ron asked slightly concerned.

"You're due at St. Mungo's tomorrow for a check-up…" she sighed.

"I know.. What's the matter?"

"I'm worried."

"Why? I'm doing fine. Thanks to your care!"

"You may remember that the healer said that they don't know why you survived at all?"

"I can tell you why! You're the reason, Hermione. I went on this mission because I have always liked to avoid clarifying discussions. Call it stupid or cowardly or whatever you want. But my last thought was of you, and when I saw you in my mind… You were so beautiful, lovable and intelligent, knowing that you told me that you love me, I had to survive! Because I wanted to tell you again that I love you." Ron tried to explain.

"You know Ron, when you were away I was in the shower and I suddenly felt dizzy, I got a pain in my heart, like someone was ripping a piece of it out. I turned off the water and heard a noise coming from the bedroom which came from the coin. It bounced up and down and pulsed and became brighter every second. Through our connection, our love I got this pain in my heart and after I heard you I quickly got dressed and went to the Burrow. Deep inside I knew you were in danger. You know the rest of the story…

", Hermione told him.

"There are some things you can't explain. The answer is not in any book. We both also know someone who survived the worst unforgivable curse of all. Voldemort wanted to kill Harry as much as his parents with this curse. But he didn't make it through the love of Harry's mother, Lily. Just please promise me you won't talk to Harry about it, okay? Everything's gonna be all right!"

Hermione nodded. Ron took her hand that rested on his chest and kissed her. Soon afterwards, both fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning they were sitting in Ron's healer's treatment room. The healer was very pleased with his patient and told Ron that he was allowed to slowly strain his arm again. In one week he wanted to see him again and then the healer was sure that Ron could go back to work. When they left the hospital Ron looked at Hermione.

"I'd like to go to Diagon Alley with you.", Ron said.

"You're not gonna tell me why, are you?", Hermione smiled.

"You know me too well." Ron grinned.

He kissed Hermione on the forehead and strolled with her through Diagon Alley. He patiently stopped with her in front of the shop window of Florish & Blotts. In return she looked around with him at Quality Quidditch Supplies. As if by chance Ron stopped in front of a small jewelry shop. He wanted to know what she liked, because he knew that he wanted Hermione by his side for the rest of his life.

After they had looked at the jewelry for a while and Ron now had a vague idea what Hermione liked, they moved on. Finally they climbed up the white stairs of Gringotts and went through the large double door into the golden hall. As soon as they entered Gringotts a goblin greeted Ron with a bow. Ron whispered something into the goblins ear. It's eyes went wide and he rushed away.

"What did you tell him?" Hermione wanted to know.

"You'll see!" Ron winked.

Ron and Hermione were led into a room where a very old goblin was sitting behind his desk.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley! We haven't seen each other for a while! But with that beautiful, young with by your side, I don't have to ask you how you're doing.", the goblin said friendly.

Hermione blushed by his words.

"And you are really sure, Mr. Weasley?" the goblin asked.

"Yes, I am!" Ro grinned broadly.

"Very well, I'll go and make all the arrangements and in the meantime you can explain everything to your lady." The goblin left the room and Hermione now sat chalk pale opposite Ron.

"What is going on, Ron?"

"Plenty more, love, you can be sure of that. But first, I want you to have unrestricted access to my vault and my... our money. What's mine shall be yours. I want it to be ours."

Hermione stared at Ron with her mouth open.

"But Ron, I can't accept this. You risked your life for that money."

"I trust on you. I don't even know how much money I have, but we'll find out soon enough. It's just a precaution in case something happens to me. I want us to enjoy our life and when we are old and grey, everything will pass into your possession anyway as my surviving wife."

" You mean... you... I... we…" Hermione stammered.

Ron scratched his neck in embarrassment and Hermione saw his ears turn red.

" That's part of 'I love you forever.' Just like having kids one day… I'm a little old-fashioned, you know." Ron smiled.

Hermione pulled Ron over to her and kissed him gently. Her cheeks were glowing with the feelings Ron had triggered in her. "I think it's nice that you're old-fashioned about these things."

The goblin came in and took a seat at his desk. When he mentioned the amount of money Ron had in his vault Ron knew that this information would be to his advantage if he talked to Hermione's father, as he would certainly be worried about the financial future of his daughter.

Hermione looked at Ron in amazement at how calmly he stayed when the goblin called the amount of money he possessed. Ron grinned at Hermione and just shrugged his shoulders.

"Mr. Weasley, if I might ask for your key?" the goblin said.

Ron handed the goblin the little golden key. He duplicated it, raised his wand and mumbled some incomprehensible words, both keys flashed red briefly before the goblin looked at Ron and Hermione.

"I'm going to need a drop of blood from each of you for each key, please. This entitles Mrs Granger to collect money and enter the vault at any time without Mr Weasley having to be present. Even if you should lose the key, no other person can use it because of the drop of blood. Would you give me your hand please, Mrs. Granger. You'll hardly feel it."

When both were back in Diagon Alley after the procedure at Gringotts, Ron took Hermione in his arms. "You make me a very happy man, Hermione. Thank you so much for that."

Hermione laughed and shook her head. " You're crazy!"

"I know, and that's why you love me."