CHAPTER ELEVEN
Every Sunday, Harry and Hermione made it a point to have brunch at the burrow. As soon as they came through the floo, Molly was there to greet them. Ron was there and surprisingly so was Ginny. She was supposed to be in Germany for quidditch training.
"Welcome dears!" Molly pulled them both in back breaking hug. They smiled into the woman's embrace. Despite their romantic relationships not working out with her children the Weasley matriarch still had hope that they would reconcile.
"Hey Harry. 'Mione." Ginny addressed Harry first with a brilliant smile. Batting her eyelashes in a not so subtle way. Harry returned the smile.
"The food will be ready in 10 minutes dears." She told them before leaving for the kitchen. Mouth watering aromas wafting through as she opened the door into the living room.
"Smells delicious." Hermione commented sitting on the lumpy armchair while Harry sat with Ron and Ginny on the couch facing the fireplace. "As always." Harry added.
"So, what did McGonagall want?" Ron asked, looking expectantly at Harry. Getting straight to the point.
Harry briefly glanced at Hermione. Giving him a small smile. "It's complicated mate." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Harry will be meeting with Kingsley tomorrow. We can't say anything until we've cleared it with the minister first." Hermione voice sounded weak despite expecting backlash.
"I'm an auror too. I should know things. I have the same security clearance as you!" Ron snapped, pointing at Harry. His face was tinged pink.
Hermione sighed. Harry patted Ron on his shoulder," We'll talk after I've spoken to Kingsley. Alright mate?" He didn't want to make a scene. He felt relief as Ron slumped and nodded. His frown displaying his irritation.
"Ginny, I thought you were in Germany?" Hermione broke the silence again. She wanted to steer away from the previous topic as much as possible. "I was. I decided to take a break. I'll be writing for the prophet in the Quidditch section." She beamed proudly. Ron rolled his eyes," I don't see why you'd rather write about quidditch instead of actually playing it."
Ginny huffed "Well, Ronald." She narrowed her eyes at her brother," It will keep me home more often and I'm still very much involved in quidditch even though I'm no longer playing."
Ginny was eyeing Harry as she said this. She hopes to win back Harrys affections. This was another reason why she decided to be a writer. To be closer to home. Closer to Harry.
Harry fidgeted in his seat. He honestly didn't know if he still had any feelings left for Ginny. They broke up because they weren't able to spend time together with their jobs taking priority. Even if that isn't the case anymore, he wasn't sure if he wanted to continue a relationship with her.
Hermione saw the uncertainty in his eyes. She didn't know how to help him. He confided in her often. Though she never really knew what to say to assure her best friend.
She was in the same predicament. Ron expresses his desire to rekindle their relationship as often as he can. She has been putting him off but he never seems to take the hint. She really would rather be best friends , the type of friendship they started back at Hogwarts. Strong and impenetrable.
The floo ignited with green flames as Bill Weasley with his wife Fleur and Daughter Victoire stepped out. They stood to greet them.
Bill still sporting the long scars on one side of his face was greeted by Molly bursting through the door, "Oh good. Everyone is here. Brunch is ready!" She called.
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Everyone sat around the long table. The food smelled delicious and once again Molly has out done herself. Hermione and Harry sat beside each other while Ron and Ginny took their other sides. Bill, Fleur and their daughter sitting across from them. George arrived with Angelina and their son Fred shortly after everyone was seated.
Smiles and laughter all around as they tucked into their meal. Chatting happily about everything and nothing.
