capítulo dos of the uber-update, and the continuing challenge to see how many different languages i can squeeze into this story. let's see, we've got spanish, german, english, and egyptian so far...

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Chapter Fourteen

Moving Day

The frenzy of activity was almost over. The first thing she did upon arrival was send a letter to the admissions office telling them she was dropping out. Actually, that was the second thing she did. The first thing was reassure Ron and Harry that she was not going to disappear again. Then she had packed up everything and moved it back to her real apartment in the city, much to the chagrin of her roommate.

Hermione looked over the piles of boxes with a satisfied smile. Then she frowned as a large thump and some mild swearing came from the corridor.

"Careful with that." She called to Ron, who was trying to wrestle the cardboard box through the doorframe and not having very much success.

"What do you have in here, rocks?"

"Books." Ron replied with an inarticulate mutter. Hermione sighed. "Wingardium Leviosa." The box sailed easily onto a stack as Hermione tucked her wand back up her sleeve.

"Tsk, tsk, working magic where muggles can see. Ron will have to report you for that." Hermione giggled as Harry settled his floating box next to the door. Ron tried to look dignified but was unable to keep his ears from turning red.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Well, first I have to quit my muggle job. Then, who knows?" Hermione shrugged. "Maybe I could go teach at Hogwarts."

"What is your job anyway?"

"Er, police work." Hermione tried to sound nonchalant, but it didn't work. Harry still gave her that look everyone gave her when she said that. Surprised and comprehending, as if that made sense somehow, but they weren't sure how exactly. Ron though, looked positively gleeful.

"You don't say." Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"And what do you do nowadays?" She purposely directed the question at Harry. "Did you accept that invitation to play for the Cannons?"

"Er, no. I got a letter from the all-England team." Harry shrugged, mildly embarrassed. "Beats working for a living."

"I work for the Ministry." Ron said when Hermione turned her gaze on him. "Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Ron's an Auror." Harry added helpfully.

"Y'know 'Mione." Ron tried to be nonchalant. "We're pretty hard up for experienced people down at the office. There's still a lot of cleaning up after You-Know-Who's followers to do."

"Hmm." Hermione grinned. If he wasn't going to ask, she wasn't going to answer.

"How would you like to come work for the Ministry?" Ron said this very fast.

"What do I know about Magical Law? I mean, sure, I remember about Hogwarts and everything, but that doesn't make me qualified to be an Auror."

"Sure it does. You got one of the highest N.E.W.T. levels ever; every department in the Ministry is going to want you."

"What about training…"

As Hermione and Ron argued good-naturedly, Harry was busy trying to melt into the corner. He was positively gleeful to have Hermione back, not in the least because of her relationship with Ron. If he'd had any doubts about Ron's feelings toward Hermione, they were dispelled when Ron took in Crookshanks after Hogwarts. Harry just hoped it wouldn't take another seven years from them to realize they loved each other again.

"All right fine." Hermione threw up her hands. "I'll think about."

"I'll start cleaning out a cubicle for you."

"I said I'll think about it, Ron. Nothing more."

"It's got a great view and everything."

All was right with the world.

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