DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, except Bob

Dear Harry and Ginny,

Thank you for the letter, I would be honored to be your maid of honor. Thanks for asking me. Professor Anderson is allowing me to take a few days to visit. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron today at three okay.

Love Hermione

The boy-who-lived grinned; everything was going according to the plan. Ron of course had agreed to be best man and now that Mione was maid of honor, well… Harry chuckled and leaned back into the couch.

"Hey Harry, what's so funny?" Ginny asked. Harry jumped out of his seat.

"Don't scare me like that!" Harry glared.

"Really Harry, you've been in the wizarding world for fourteen years, get use to apperarting." Ginny said tossing her hair over her shoulders. "So, what's so funny?" she asked again.

Harry grinned and showed her Hermione's letter. Ginny grinned and clapped her hands and plopped down on the couch. "It's all going to plan."

Harry nodded his head and pulled his fiancée close to him. "We should've been in Slytherin." He said kissing her.

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"I don't care how bloody hard it is! Just do it!" Ron Weasley growled slamming his papers down.

"B…B…But sir I c…c…can't, we don't have enough evidence to convict him." Ron's new assistant stuttered.

"The man has a bloody dark mark on his arm, he's guilty!"

"H…He could've been forced." The boy said backing up against the wall and looking for a cover to hid in case Ron Weasley blew his top and deiced to curse him.

"Bullshit!" Ron said glaring at his assistant.

"W…we have to prove it." Bob said finding a file cabinet to hide behind. Today was Bob's first day as Mr.Weasley's assistant the man who had helped defeat He-who-must-not-be-named. Bob had heard about Mr.Weasley infamous temper and being the target of it, Bob had no doubts in his mind that Mr.Weasley had cursed his former assistant because he had gotten Ron decafe. Bob wondered what Mr.Weasley would do if he refused to convict Mr. Ackerley.

"Weasel, calm down." Bob sighed. Thank the gods a miracle. Bob chanced a look at the voice of reason and his breath caught in his throat. Oh my goodness, was the only thought that ran through Bob's head. She was tall for a women almost as tall as Mr.Weasley, she had long black hair that came down to her waist and dark blue eyes that matched the revealing robe that she was wearing. "Why don't you leave Jack?" she said turning her attention to Bob.

"B…Bob."

"Pardon?" The women asked.

"His name's Bob, Jack quite yesterday," Ron said. "Go on Bob, get some "real" evidence. Can't keep good help all I get are blithering idiots." Bob hadn't heard the last bit about idiots he had bolted.

Ron looked over the papers he was reading. "What do you want Zabani?"

Blasie smiled at her moody co-worker and good-friend. "For you to take those anger management classes that the department chipped in for."

Ron glared at Blaise; he had not found the gag gift at all funny. " Relax Ron, learn to take a joke." She said laughing.

"Sorry it's just that the bloody asshole is going to go free and…."

"You want him to rot in Azkaban, yeah, yeah. I've heard it before. But you know what? I think you have more animosity to one Ravenclaw then a load of Slytherin."

"The git's a traitor." Ron said glaring at his colleague who smirked at him.

"Aren't all Deatheaters?"

Ron sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "What do you want Blaise?"

Blaise smiled and perched on his desk. "For you to answer a few questions for me." She said handing him a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"An invitation, dumbass. It's a Malfoy soiree. Now the question is, should I go or not?" Blaise said smiling at him.

Ron shrugged "He's innocent of any wrong doing In the war, but there'll be tons of Deatheaters probably. Do you think it's safe?"

Blaise grinned "I can take care of my self and I might be able to get evidence for the Ackerley case." She said trailing off.

"Oh?" Ron asked trying not to look interested.

"Yeah, but I need a date…are you doing anything next Saturday?"

"It's the fourth right?" Blaise nodded. " Sure."

Blaise smiled and leisurely kissed Ron. "See you tomorrow." She said seductively.

Ron watched her leave a grin on his face. Bloody hell she's hot. He thought to himself and then shaking his head he went back to getting another snooty uppity pureblood deatheater into a charming suite in Azkaban.

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Ron sighed, Thank Merlin work was over, if he had to listen to Bob stutter for one more hour he would've gone mad. Ron took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the apartment that he shared with his best friend. The door how ever was unlocked and Ron had succeeded in locking himself out. Ron sighed and unlocked the door, cursing Harry and the rule about not apperaritng, it apparently scared the boy-who-lived, the man had serious issues and Ron wasn't sure that he wanted Harry to be reproducing, especially with his little sister. Ron shook his head as bad images filled his mind, ugh Harry and Ginny. On the bright side Ron would have his own apartment he smiled at the thought. Ron made his way to his bedroom to change and then headed toward the kitchen where he heard Harry and Ginny talking. That's right, Ginny's maid of honor is visiting, never did get her to tell me her name, probably some brainless idiot from school.

"Sorry, I'm late my bloody assistant won't help me to convict Ackerley, Bloody ass…"

"Language Ron!" A voice from his past nagged. Ron stopped his quest for his beer and turned to look at the women seated between his sister and soon-to be brother-in-law. She had grown but not that much she was still short and the bushy mane was tamed into short curls, sadly the bossy attitude wasn't.

Ginny grinned "Hey Ron, Mione's my maid of honor."

An: Please review. Bob wants you to review; it'll pay for the therapy that he needs after working for Ron.