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Another week went by before they heard anything about Hermione's status. Every Auror had been on the long cases that had kept them from home, but for her to be gone for a whole month. Harry had been on edge after she didn't come back the third day. Knowing that she went with a team of two other Aurors was the only thing that kept him from running into Kingsley's office and demand he bring her home. The only thing that bothered Ron about her absence was his ever increasing pile of work.

Each open case was always kept confidential, ongoing details and updates were only privy to the Aurors assigned to the case and the Minister himself. One of the changes that Harry implemented when he became Auror of the department. He and Kingsley knew the war was built on spies running around with highly classified intel.

Now that bill he helped pass came back to bite him in the arse. He was stonewalled before he got a chance to ask Kingsley about Hermione the first week. "Don't waste your breath, Potter. If you're not on the case, get out of my face. Oh, that's catchy. I like it."

Harry was sitting at his desk looking over files when another Auror came up, "I don't know why you bothered pushing your desk against Weasley's."

He looked up to see Williamson leaning against a nearby desk, not paying attention, "Huh?"

"Unless you're in it for the view." He winked and nodded towards Hermione's desk.

The comment caught Harry off guard, "What? No- Ron's good to pitch ideas to when working a case."

"Nothing to do with the fact that you can see the Minister's office, the room of records and the International Floo from here?"

Harry's face went red and he stammered, "No, I didn't even pay attention. I uh, can see the points from here though. But, Ron's my mate and we share a majority of our cases."

"Funny guy, but he's never there. Great on the field but when it comes to reports he ghosts you." He made his final comment with an eye roll and picked up his empty coffee cup. "Cuppa?"

"No thanks." Harry shook his head and watched the other man leave. He exhaled a long breath that he didn't know he was holding.

Harry looked back down at he file he picked at random from the 'busy work bin' as he liked to call it. With another long sigh he closed it and ran his hand through his hair. The sound of the fire coming to life and the bright flashes of green made him look up.

"WOTCHER! PRISONER INBOUND!"

The surrounding people quickly moved out of the way and the closest senior Aurors stood by with their wands drawn. The floo activated again and a man in dirty, torn robes and magical cuffs walked through the flames. He was immediately followed by Hermione with her wand drawn and pointed in between his shoulder blades.

He was taller than Hermione with his long matted hair covering his dirty face. Two male Aurors stepped forward and took him from her as she warned them, "He's been silenced for a reason."

Harry's feet started working on their own accord. He didn't pay any attention to the knowing smirk from his fellow Auror in passing. She saw him as the crowd parted and went back to their daily doings.

Her face lit up with a bright smile as she sheathed her wand and started walking towards him. His smile grew wider as hers did and the closer they got, the faster their feet took them.

"There's my girl!"

Harry stopped in his tracks as soon as his heart dropped to his gut.

"Hey Harry, Mione's back!" Ron called out, ignoring the look of horror on Hermione's face as he pulled her closer to him with an arm around her shoulder.

Continuing his intended path at a slower pace, "Hey Mione, you alright?"

She gave him a forced smile as she leaned away from Ron as much as she could, "Never better."

"Course she is!" Ron spoke loudly over her.

"How was your travel? You jet lagged at all?" Harry asked her, pointedly ignoring Ron as he spoke softly to her.

Ron perked up, "Why don't you tell me all about it over dinner, eh?"

He started to lead her towards the elevators but she dug her feet into the ground and stopped him in his tracks. "I can't."

"Paperwork can wait, let's go grab a bite to eat." Ron tried to convince her.

Hermione pulled away from him, ducking under his arm draped over her, "Actually, I already have dinner plans."

"You do?" both of them asked in unison.

Nodding, she reached up to pull the tie out of her thick curly hair and running her fingers through it in attempt to look presentable, "Sorry Ronald, maybe some other time. I've got to get going before I'm late."

Ron's face said it all, "But you've only just got back! How can you have plans so fast?"

"Dinner plans with who?" Harry asked the important question.

"There you are." A deep voice made them all turn. "Are you ready to go?"

Hermione lit up when she saw him, "Ready when you are!"

Kingsley stopped and stood right next to Hermione, giving Harry and Ron a nod in acknowledgement, "Potter, Weasley I hope to see those reports on my desk in the morning."

"Sir." They answered quickly.

"Did you need to stop at your place first to change?" He turned back to Hermione.

She waved a hand dismissively and reached for his outstretched arm, "No bother, I'll just change at your place."

Both men watched their Hermione walk off arm in arm with their boss.

"Did you know?" Ron asked first.

"No, did you?" Harry replied.

"No." he shook his head and wiped his large hand across his forehead in frustration.

"I thought you said you two were official."

"Shut up, Harry."

Ron stormed off towards the offices they used for questioning, "How can I compete with that?! Its like Krum all over again, but this time it's the bloody Minister of Magic."

"You should just be happy for her... no matter who she's with. Even if it's not you." Harry after he closed the office door behind him to give them some privacy.

"How could she? This is unacceptable." He was pacing back and forth while Harry leaned against the desk with his arms crossed.

"Unacceptable?" Harry knew his friend was stubborn but this was getting out of hand.

"What the bloody hell am I gonna do now?" Ron was talking more to himself than his friend.

"Move on, tell her you're happy for her, not be a prat about it." Harry suggested sarcastically knowing how Ron was.

"No not that, I meant where am I gonna live?" he finally admitted.

Harry looked up suddenly with a scowl, "Please don't tell me you moved into her flat while she was gone."

"Harry, I need your help."


After walking away from Ron, very annoyed, Harry went to the cafeteria. On days Ron annoyed him to this degree, Harry ordered a specific meal which was a corn-beef sandwich on rye bread with mustard, lettuce and tomato with of cup of strong tea. Even though it wasn't breakfast time, strong tea usually helped to level out his nerves. Just as he was taking a sip of his tea, he heard a voice that he hadn't heard in a long time greet him.

"Well if it isn't the soon to be Head Auror, Harry Potter."

Harry chuckled and looked over his shoulder as he spoke. "Bill Weasley, the best Curse Breaker, Gringott's has in their employ." They both laughed and shook hands. "How are you, Bill?"

Bill sat down with Harry and nodded. "I'm doing well. I come bearing news."

Harry pushed his food tray aside to give Bill his undivided attention. "Coming from you this must be something special. Especially given that you came all the way here."

Bill chuckled. "I was hoping to be able to tell you and Ron but I apparently just missed him. Given that you're eating corn-beef, he's frazzled your nerves again."

Harry sighed and said, "Never mind that. What's your news, Bill?"

Bill shook his head. "No. I can no longer ignore this. This seems to happening more often then it should."

"What makes you say that?" Harry asked trying to play it off.

"Mum says that Ron has been complaining that for the last two months you haven't wanted to grab an after work pint with him nor have you really wanted to hang out," Bill answered until Harry leaned forward indicating for him to finish his answer and withhold the last part. Bill rolled his eyes. "And Mum also said that you haven't been by the Burrow in just as long," he finished sounding annoyed and defeated.

Now it was Harry's turn to sigh. "It's true that Ron has become a tad annoying recently. Right after Hermione left actually. I can't figure out the bloody deal between them anymore. However that isn't why I haven't been by the Burrow."

"Then tell me what the reason is. Please?" Bill asked.

Harry took a deep breath. "I can't face, Ginny," he admitted and saw Bill was taken aback. "We broke up about five months ago."

Bill looked around. "Ron seems to be oddly alright with it."

"Ron doesn't know," Harry replied and ran his hand through his messy black hair.

"That would explain a lot. Why did you and my sister break up?"

"Why? So you can be upset with me too?"

"What? No," Bill quickly answered. "Sure she's my sister but things happen and she needs to learn from it."

Harry nodded and apologized. "Sorry. Anyway, Ginny became very focused on her Quidditch career and that was alright for her. Me being an Auror however, apparently was not. We got into an awful argument five months ago. She blamed me working this "dangerous job," for her and the Hollyhead Harpies losing the World Cup. According to her, it caused her to be unable to focus during the big game. Despite the fact that I had transferred full time to the desk two months prior."

"That sound like complete ludicrous to me," Bill replied. "Let me guess, you refused to travel with her and let her have her way?"

"Exactly," Harry answered and pointed.

"Sounds like my sister," Bill said. "So what happened?"

"Well... I said we needed to talk. Next thing I know, all hell broke loose and I'm the 'Ungrateful, ignorant git that doesn't appreciate what was standing in front of me.' Apparently, agreeing with her and leaving was the wrong thing to do." Harry shrugged and gave him a fake shocked look.

"Sounds like the problems started way before all of that."

"Well I guess it started with her moving in while I was at work. She'd spent the night prior to and the next day I came home for lunch and found her stuff everywhere. When I asked her for half of rent she flipped out. Figured she was right and let it go. I don't have to worry about money - she had a point there. But when she wouldn't leave was when things got worse... I just gave up on the place. Now I'm out and I don't know what she's more upset about; me moving out, or her now having to pay rent."

Bill shook his head. "So what lead to her blaming your job?"

"I didn't want to travel with the Harpies or keep playing Quidditch. I lost my love for it after... after Fred," Harry answered and there was a brief silence.

"Anyway, she blamed me and I left. I came here to the office right after. It was the only place most can't follow me to unless they work here or are here on official business. I wound talking to Hermione after her shift ended. For several hours actually. She put it in as overtime and knew no one would ask questions."

"She convinced me to sit down with Ginny and just talk to her and find out what she really wanted from our relationship. Despite not really wanting to because I was sick of the arguments, I went ahead and did that. I asked her how she sees me and she simply said, 'Her boyfriend. The Savior of the Wizarding World.' I couldn't stay with her anymore. I told her it was over and she could keep the flat. That's when she revealed her plan that was as awful as casting an unforgivable."

"What was that?" Bill asked anxiously.

"She begged not to leave because otherwise the potion she had purchased would be useless. The Artists Graviditas Potion."

"Bloody hell?" Bill shouted and slammed his fist on the table.

"That's right. She was going to take the pregnancy amplifier potion to trap me with a child and keep me with her. Luckily she hadn't used it yet. I packed my things and left."

"Surprised she didn't bleed your vaults dry."

Harry snorted. "We never got married. Therefore she had no access. I'm not stupid enough to have made that kind of mistake.

Billy reached over and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry that happened to you."

Harry shrugged. It was a learning experience. Hermione helped me to see that. She helped me a lot with getting over the situation and seeing the brighter things," Harry said with a strange smile and his tone as if he were about to go to drift off mentally before he gave a quick shake of his head. "And she also pointed out that if Ron found out me and Ginny broke up, it will be too much hassle and work will never be peaceful."

"Hopefully you tell him soon. You know he can hold a grudge and will be really angry that you took this long to tell him. He got Mum's temper." Bill said and then smirked. "It also sounds like you might have a shot with Hermione if she isn't foolish with my brother. Don't get me wrong, I love him because he's my brother but he's not exactly the type that she should be with."

"I don't fancy Hermione like that," harry answered all too quickly.

Bill's smirk grew. "If that's what you want to believe. The way you just talked about her though says otherwise. I say, if you get a chance with her, you should take it."

Harry cracked his neck in frustration. Wanting to deny what Bill was saying. He then quickly changed the subject. "So what is this news you have? Stop keeping me waiting."

Bill smiled wide. "Oh yes, Fleur currently possesses two magical cores," he said with a raise of his eyebrows.

Harry smiled in excitement, "Why you lucky git, Congratulations! I'm happy for you two. Truly!"

"Thank you, Harry. Please, let me be the one to tell Ron."

"Of course."