A/N: Hello all! This is sort of a short chapter, but I figured some things can go together, and others can't, right? So this is all for chapter 4. However, I hope you enjoy it just as much as the others! :) I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. As a side note, html won't work on my stupid computer, so unfortuantely my story will have no bold or italics, etc. Try to get through it as best as you can without them! lol.

Special thanks to missmrprk, a faithful reviewer, though one of few words. : ^ )

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After and hour or so of quidditch practice, Ron (surprisingly, since he was the one who forced them into it in the first place..) was the first to call it quits. He dismounted his broom and rumpled his hair, sighing as he trudged across the backyard of the burrow. Ginny, however, refused to stop practicing "so early".

"Ronald Weasley!! Get back to your position and start defending those practice hoops! I didn't give up playing when you wanted to become keeper! Don't quit on me when I'm training for chaser!" Ginny called after him, obviously aggrivated.

"Yeah, yeah! Give me a ten minute break would ya? Harry'll guard the hoops while I'm away, won't ya mate?" Ron asked him pleadingly. Harry, dripping with sweat and eyes wide, sighed and gave him a shrug. Eventually he nodded when he noticed Ginny's determined look. She had helped him feel a little better with himself, might as well help her boost up her quidditch confidence. Though he knew she really didn't need it. Ron smiled widely and gave him a thumbs up sign as he disappeared into the house.

Hermione watched Ron (soaked from head to foot with a slight trace of a sunburn) enter the kitchen. She put her hand to her mouth to cover her smirk and poured him a glass of lemonade. He eagerly accepted it and drank the entire glass in one large gulp. Hermione stared intently as he did so and pointed to the chair across from her. He sat down without question, though he did frown at the sight of a book in her left hand.

"How come you don't play quidditch, Hermione?" he asked and wiped some sweat off his brow.

"You mean like you?" she asked. Ron laughed at this statement. It had to be the first stupid question he had heard Hermione ask.

"Yeah. You know, that game on broomsticks where people try to score goals through hoops?" he reminded her. She rolled her eyes at him and shrugged.

"I don't know. I'm not very graceful on a broomstick, and I guess I've never really been much of a sports person." she replied simply. With this she turned back to her book to avoid any more questions he could have for her. Ron did not stop there. He was feeling in the mood for another argument with the bushy-haired girl. Well, maybe he didn't see it that way. It was more of a subconcious thing.

"Hermione! That's a lie! You, not a sports person? You go to all the quidditch games, cheering as loud as the rest of the Gryffndors if not louder! Besides, how can you say you aren't graceful on a broomstick? You're the best at everything! Are you telling me there is something in this world that Hermione Granger can't do?" he spewed off. Hermione flushed at his last statement and put her book down.

"Honestly Ron! I'm not good at everything! Besides, I just go to the quidditch games to cheer you and Harry on." Hermione mentioned. Ron nodded in defeat. If Hermione didn't want to play quidditch, she didn't want to. That was the end of that argument. Ron started to feel himself get uncomfortable as all thoughts flew from his mind, leaving no way for him to break the silence between them. He coughed and scratched his head when something popped back into his mind.

"Speaking of Harry, do you think he'll become and auror?" Ron asked Hermione. Somehow, the only thing he could think of to talk about with Hermione was Harry. It was like..a shared interest between them. Ron gritted his teeth and this thought. Maybe Hermione liked to talk about Harry a little too much. But Harry was their friend! Not to mention all the things he had to go through. Of course Hermione would be interested in that sort of thing. Besides, she hadn't gotten jealous of Cho like he had Viktor right? Had he just admitted he was jealous of Viktor? What was going on? Ron was luckily snapped out of his thoughts by Hermione's soft voice.

"I think Harry would make an excellent auror. Look at all the things he's done at his age! Not to mention he's pretty bright. He does have a certain nack for procrastination, but for the most part all the qualities are there. What do you think?" she asked him. Ron smiled at her. She wanted to know what he thought for once! The fun part was telling her he disagreed!

"Nah. I think I have another job in mind Harry would be great at." Ron answered truthfully. Hermione's eyes widened. Ron was Harry's best friend! Ron knew Harry wanted to be an auror! He didn't think he could do it?

"What do you mean Ron!? You're his best friend!" Hermione yelled in shock. Ron laughed at her. Hermione was definately confused.

"Calm down Hermione! I never said I wasn't supportive of Harry! I know for a fact that Harry could become and auror in a second. It would probably be an easy task for Harry Potter. I'll help him become one if I have to! That's not what I meant at all!" he started to say. Hermione sighed with relief. Ron wasn't unsupportive of his friends. Somehow she had known that deep down.

"It's just that I think maybe he should work at Hogwarts when he gets older. It all adds up if you really think about it. The only place Harry ever feels comfortable is at Hogwarts. He loves that school as if it were his home. He knows a bunch of the secrets with that map of his and all that trouble we've caused. Not only that, but the place hasn't had a GOOD, qualified defense against the dark arts teacher in forever! Snape could easily do it, but Dumbledore never lets him. Snape would never leave! Harry's excellent at defense against the dark arts, even teaching it like at the D.A. meetings. It's almost as if Dumbledore's been saving the position for him all this time." Ron rambled off, furrowing his eyebrows now and again, and stressing certain words as if they were more important than others. Hermione sat in thought for a moment or two before answering.

"Wow Ron. I never thought about that. Harry definately was an excellent teacher. He'd be good for Hogwarts when the time comes. Maybe someday he could even be headmaster! Professer Potter has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Hermione asked. Ron nodded feverishly. Hermione agreed with him! She thought he, Ron Weasley, had a good idea! Hermione laughed.

"That was a great idea Ron! I guess we'll have to see though, I mean he seems really bent around becoming an auror." she added on as an after thought. Ron shrugged.

"Well can you blame him? If I were in his position, I would want to become one too." he said and looked out the window toward the grass. Harry looked dead tired up in the air on his broom. Ginny was close to just about lodging the quaffle in Harry's head!

"What do you want to become, Ron?" Hermione asked, her eyes locked upon his. The tips of Ron's ears started to turn slightly pink in color.

"I don't know. Sorry Hermione, but it looks as though I better go save Harry from getting seriously injured. Ginny's looking pretty violent out there. Ok, well see ya then!" He said quickly and hopped up from the table. Hermione sighed as he flew out the door and into the backyard. She stood up and watched her three friends from the doorway, though her thoughts were only focused around one in particular.

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A few days later, Harry's eyes were still open late into the night. The next day the whole group would be headed back to platform 9 and 3/4, ready for a new year at Hogwarts. That was of course, minus Fred and George, who were now out of their 7th year. He sighed at the thought of going back there again. It would of course be more bearable now, with Umbridge gone. Who would be filling in for defense against the dark arts? This didn't worry Harry as much as setting foot in Divination again. Dumbledore had told Harry that Professor Trelawny had delivered the prophecy about him and Voldemort! Didn't Professor Trelawny also predict Harry's horrible and early death? He shuddered at the thought. Those were just fake readings though, right? He tossed and turned into the night, to be awoken a few hours later by Ron. It was time to go.