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Hermione fidgeted in her seat and looked around the small slightly dirty kitchen (Goodness is that piece of bread alive?) instead of at Ron who was gawking at her like some animal at a zoo. She finally looked at him nothing had changed about him except for worry lines around his face and a faint scare peeping out of the neck of the V-neck sweater. It was brown; brown really wasn't his color it was blue it matched his eyes and made his hair redder and it….
"Ehem… guys I hate to break up this staring contest but don't you want to say hello?" Ginny asked glancing between her brother and maid of honor.
"Nope." Ron said walking out of the kitchen.
The three in the kitchen watched him go. "Mione, go talk to him." Ginny ordered.
"Uh, no that's not a good idea how about I just leave…"
"GO NOW!" Ginny yelled a demonic tone seeping into her voice. "This is the thanks I get hav…."
"Fine, I'm going." Hermione peeped meekly following Ron's footsteps. "Ron wait." She called; he was almost out of the door. Hermione looked around, he wasn't here.
"He's gone." She called back to the couple in the kitchen.
Ginny stuck her head out of the doorway. "Damn, he must of aperated…"
"What! He can't do that it's against the rules!" Harry interrupted.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Merlin you need therapy." Her fiancé looked hurt, Ginny sighed a kissed his cheek. "Sorry love."
Hermione smiled the two of them were so cute being lovely dovey, maybe if she hadn't screwed things up with Ron…
"Go get him Hermione." Ginny ordered. What had happened to the quite sweet meek girl?
"Uh... that's okay, I'll just go home." Hermione said.
"No." Ginny said sharply.
"He's probably went to the Crone Bar, it's by Ministry of magic, you know where that it is, go get him or at least talk to him." Harry pleaded. Hermione sighed, really who could say know to those eyes?
"Fine." Hermione said and then apparating.
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Bob sighed, two whole days of no Mr. Weasley yelling at him, Merlin the man was just as bad as his old potion's professor of course instead of mean insults that Bob had rarely figured out until an hour later, Mr. Weasley yelled. The former Hufflepuff sighed maybe he should have just gone into Goblin Liaison Office. Bob could speak Goblin fluently, he used to be friend with one, Gobeteskan Goblin, Bob wondered what happened to him, after he had gotten his letter he hadn't seen much of Gobbey as he was affectingly called by friends maybe he…
Bob's breath caught in his thought, bloody hell it was her! Bob looked at the women, Mr.Weasley had called her Zabani, what an odd name for a woman, but it sounded lovely, hell Bob would sound lovely. He should say hello. Yeah and he would act smooth and go up to talk to her, yeah she probably didn't know who he was he could invent a new personality. Bob took the last swig of his beer and stood up smoothing his brown hair down. Hi I'm Bob, Bob Wyatt, future arouror; you've never seen me around? Well I'm like an invisible… Bob's face fell, the manifestation of cheerful himself had just walked into the bar and was heading over to Zabani's table who looked perplexed at Ron's arrival. Bob sighed and turned and left the bar, passing a petite brunette women looking into the bar from the window.
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Blaise looked up from the Bloody Merlin she had felt somebody was watching her. The youngish women had been sipping and contemplating on what had gone wrong in her life half-way through the theory that she really shouldn't have told her father that she would rather eat maggots than join Voldemort's league and that might've resulted in the brutal beating afterward and then being disowned. Blaise looked around the room imperceptibly; sure enough a man was watching her. He was about five ten or so with brown hair and innocent looking brown eyes he couldn't have been more then twenty he mouthing something to himself a little grin on his face. I'm out of your league little boy, not that you'd want me if you knew half the things I've done. Her attention was snatched away from the brunette and turned onto the front door where an angry red haired man stomping in and yanked the chair across from Blaise and plopped down in the chair in a huff.
"Sure you can sit there, it was nice of you to ask." Blaise said sarcastically.
Ron glared at her. "She's back." He said gloomily, putting his face in his hands.
Blaise rose an eyebrow. "Whose back?"
"Hermione, for Gin and Harry's wedding, Bloody Hell it was like seeing a ghost. A beautiful ghost. Merlin she hasn't changed a bit, well she cut her hair, but it looks good it's all curly now and oh she looks so…" Ron sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry I'm rambling."
No I don't mind you rambling about a woman that you're in love with, especially since I have no love life to tell you or the lovely love triangle that you're in. Blaise wanted to say but instead. "It's okay, I know how you feel."
'What?" Ron asked completely astounded that some idiot wasn't completely in love with her or at least attracted to her.
Blaise nodded her head, "he went to Hogswarts, I was and probably am completely in love with him.
"Who?" Ron inquired leaning forward to hear more of the story of the most idiotic man on the face of the planet or at least this side of the ocean.
You, you idiot, and she had been, not the first four years, of course, well maybe at the end of fourth and she had not recognized the feeling or had ignored it a Weasley and a Zabani? That was just not right in her mind back then (Blame it on the propaganda of the Zabani family.) Finally in fifth or maybe at the start of sixth she set out on her way to try and win Ron Weasley's heart but fist she had to get Granger out of the way…
"Urr…Blaise can you snap back to reality?" Ron asked waving his hand in front of her face.
"What?" Blaise snapped coming out of her reverie.
"Who were you in love with?" Ron asked again leaning back into his chair teetering on the two hind legs."
Blaise shrugged, "None of your business, anyway, Weasley what did you say to Granger?"
Ron sighed and put all four legs on ground. "Absolutely, nothing! Dammit." His face growing cloudy. "I gotta have a drink," he waved a barmaid over.
"No don…." Blaise started.
But it was too late the buxomous blonde haired waitress came sashaying over, "Oh, my, god…Blaise Zabani and Ron Weasley, hell has officially frozen over." Ron looked up at the face and groaned, Ugh seventeen year old Ranya Skeeter only child of Rita Skeeter, Ron struggled to keep his temper and force his mind on not killing the menace.
"Hello Ranya how has your summer been going?" Ron asked grinning at her.
Ranya blushed and ducked her head. "Great, Mum has been thrilled at all the scoops I've been getting a lot of people talk about their lives and don't check to see whose listening." She said smiling and running her fingers through her hair.
"Well Ranya, it's their lives and they're probably telling their friends about it, I doubt they think to look around for little eavesdroppers." Blaise told the girl scathingly and giving her haughty look that could've made the queen feel inferior.
Ranya however didn't notice, or chose not too "SO what can I get for you Mr.Weasley?" She asked.
"Fire Whiskey."
The girl nodded and went to fetch the liquor while she was behind the bar. Ron grabbed Blaise's hand, "Come on let's go."
"What?"
"I don't want to talk to mini- Rita, You don't want to talk to mini-Rita. Let's just blow this clambake. Simon made a very big mistake when he hired her." He said standing up. Blaise nodded and gathered her jacket.
"Where to, Weasel?"
Ron shrugged his jacket on. "I dunno, how about a muggle movie? I don't really want to go home."
Blaise nodded and they sneaked out the door.
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Hermione sighed; she was suppose to be smart how come she kept screwing up? She should of jumped up and hugged him or at least say hi, maybe he wouldn't of left maybe flying pigs will replace airliners. Hermione paused outside the huge window of Crone's Bar the snow and almost slipped on the snow that was gathering. "Bloody Hell, that's a lawsuit in…."She was cut off form the thought because she had just looked into the bar and to her horror was Ron Weasley and what looked like a super model chatting like they were best friends, Hermione looked down at the ground that was blurred because of the tears in her eyes I knew this was a bad idea! I should have just stayed in Montana! Sniffling she apperated back to Winders School for Sorcery.
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