So we decided to venture into co-writing for Harry Potter and we bring you this Harmony story. Please enjoy and if you're into Marvel, check out our other stories.

This is a first for SOTM to be writing a Harmony fic. *SOTM squeals with excitement*

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** SUBMISSION FOR THE HARMONY SUMMER FUN WRITING FEST**

"You see the scores from last night's game?"

"Not yet."

"Why not? Been out since this morning."

"Because I've been working, Ron." He replied with an agitated tone without looking up from the file in his hands.

"All you do is work, Harry. You gotta take a break sometime."

Harry looked up at the clock on the wall above the bulletin board, "It's not even close to being lunch time."

A large pair of dirty boots loudly propped up on the desk across from him. The chair squeaked loudly as he leaned back to cross his arms, "Perks of being us though, innit?"

Harry scowled at him, then immediately stood up when he saw who was walking up to their desks, "Sir."

"Potter," He greeted.

"Hey, Kings." Ron nodded his head.

"Weasley, I want that paperwork on my desk by the end of the week or it's a write up." He said pointed at him.

"You were serious about that?" his brows shot up.

Kingsley scowled and waved his hand to gesture around the room, "Everyone has to do paperwork."

Ron got defensive and took his feet off the desk, "Moody didn't have to do paperwork."

"He didn't even really work here." Kingsley said with frustration.

The ginger sat up straight in his seat, "Then how'd he become an Auror?"

"He wasn't even a Ministry Employee." Kingsley admitted, "He just kept showing up everyday."

"So they just hired him because he was punctual?" Ron tilted his head.

Both men rolled their eyes. Harry answered him, "No one had the courage to tell him to go home."

"No way, mate." Ron shook his head.

"You haven't noticed there isn't a file in there that his quill touched?" Harry asked him, "Not once have you questioned why the Ministry's top Auror, the man who filled the lowest levels of Azkaban single handedly, didn't have a desk?"

"To be fair, no one could be paid enough to tell him leave either." Kingsley added.

The confused look on the redhead's face told them he still wasn't keeping up with them. "The Ministry used Moody as a bounty hunter." Harry explained.

Kingsley snapped his fingers and pointed at Harry, "Ten points to Potter."

A soft chime could be heard from across the room. They paused to see if another would follow. Ron smirked at Harry, "Still in the lead, mate."

"Not if that paperwork isn't on my desk by the end of the week." Kingsley countered and continued to his office.

"Sir, yes sir." Ron gave a mock salute with two fingers.

"I thought you hated the game?" Harry asked him once Kingsley started walking towards his office at the back of the bullpen, as they called it.

"Not when I'm winning. Hello paid weekend!"

Hermione had suggested to Kingsley that they should incentivize the Aurors in the office. After the war there were very few good Aurors left, and half of them walked as soon as the Ministry cut their severance checks. When the public saw the face of The Golden Trio on the paper under a "Recruiting with sign on bonus" for their department, they flocked by the masses. It also helped weed out the staff who were better suited for desk jobs. This month the Auror with the highest point score would get a paid weekend off.

Harry threw a balled up piece of parchment at his friend, "You're just waiting for 'Mione to get back so she'll do it for you."

Ron tried to catch the ball but missed, instead it landed on the floor behind him, "What's wrong with that?"

Harry scowled at his long time friend, "She's supposed to be your girlfriend, not your secretary. Also, your keeper skills are getting rusty."

"Well, when she starts acting like one more so than the other…" Ron trailed off and rubbed his shoulder as he rotated it, "And you know I got that shoulder injury from getting splinched."

He hated when Ron talked about her like that. It ate away at him over the years and whenever he said anything about it to his best friend they would get into a row and push Hermione in the middle. "I thought you said it was official?"

The redhead narrowed his eyes and tilted his head with an unsure look, "Eh, might as well be."

"So you two are back together then?" Harry cleared his throat and looked away.

After the war they had been exclusive but it was short lived. A few weeks after their passionate kiss after retrieving the basilisk fangs from the Chamber of Secrets, Hermione had to distance herself. Ron wanted to settle down and she wanted to start rebuilding the world she had come to love.

She couldn't and wouldn't stand by while the school she called home needed to be rebuilt. Ron made it out that she was holding him back from his career and followed Harry to the Ministry. Two years later after the reconstruction of Hogwarts and the Ministry, Kingsley offered Hermione a position as his personal assistant. She took the job but quickly shifted into the Auror department with her friends.

As always, Hermione needed a challenge. She picked up some cold cases on Death Eater sightings and missing persons and solved them. Soon enough Ron got tired of living in the shadow of both his best friend and his ex-girlfriend. He moved to another department but quickly found out he hated paperwork a lot more than awkward tension, so he picked his badge back up from Kingsley.

Harry stood by and watched Ron dance around Hermione for the last two years, but it was her who couldn't even hear the music. Ron said they were working it out and she said they were taking it slow. He stopped asking after the last big blow up between them in the break room. Ron had eaten Hermione's lunch and all hell broke loose. It took two Wizards from the construction department and an unspeakable to reverse the magical warzone that became of the lunch room.

"We might as well be. Enough about my girlfriend, what about yours? " Ron waved a hand dismissively. "Mum says Gin's been staying at the Burrow the last few days."

That was the last thing Harry wanted to talk about, "Everything is fine, Ron. Not all couples need to see each other twenty four seven."

Ron smirked and leaned forward in his desk, "So… when you gonna pop the question?"

"WOT?!" Harry's brows shot up so high they nearly disappeared into his hair.

"Come on, mate. I won't tell anyone. I could help you if you need."

"I-I I'm waiting for the right moment." He lied.

"Its been four years, Harry. You two have a place together. The war is over and we're grown now." Ron pointed out.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "It's my place, she kinda just moved her stuff in one day. And being twenty one isn't really grown-"

Ron didn't hear him, "Just don't get mad when I beat you to it. When Mione and I get hitched."

That thought turned his stomach, "You're gonna propose?!" Harry nearly jumped to his feet.

He laughed, "If she ever gets back from this mission. She's been gone for nearly a month now, you figure she'll be back soon?"

Harry took a few moments before speaking again, making sure to mask any emotions, "So… you're gonna ask her right when she gets back then?"

"Is that jealousy I hear?"

"No." He said quickly.

Ron got up from his desk and walked around towards Harry's, patting him hard on the shoulder and laughing, "Well if you wanted it first you should have jumped on it."

Harry did a double take, "You mean…. Hermione?"

Ron let out a bellow of a laugh and hit him on the back again, "That would be so weird! I meant asking Ginny."

He laughed awkwardly, "Yeah… that's what I was thinking."

"Anyway, I'm off to the Burrow for lunch. Comin' with? Mum would have my head if I didn't at least ask." Ron pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the elevators.

Shaking his head, "Not this time, I really gotta get these reports in to Kings before he has a fit."

Ron pointed at him and gave him a knowing smile, "Ah… trying to win the game eh? I see you, Potter. Gotta watch my six."