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Author's Note: I'm switching POVs here to Hermione's. I think it's going the switch back and forth the rest of the story every couple of chapters but I'm not sure. Also I love feedback on my writing, so if I'm writing really bad jokes tell me!

Chapter 4: Revelations Hermione stared at Ron with shock on her face. She couldn't believe it. A million thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to decide whether she was angry or happy or both. Ron looked at her and she blushed and stuttered out a response.

"You're kidding!" she yelled a little louder than she's expected.

"Nope." Ron said grinning at her in the way he always used to. A smile played across her lips as she realized how much she'd missed them, missed Ron, these past years. He'd been her best friend but she couldn't remember the last time they'd been together. The last time Harry had visited Ron had been playing a game against the Tornadoes.

"Well, I'm just...I don't know what to say. This is great. Oh Harry you're perfect for this job, I mean, well you know what I mean," Hermione squealed as Harry turned bright red, "and Ron, when Harry told me about your knee, I was so sad, you're an amazing player, when Madam Hooch told me she was leaving on sabbatical I almost wrote you begging you to come, oh I'm so happy!"

"I'm glad, and I'm happy to be here. I plan on giving those little runts hell," Ron joked.

"Yeah, if they thought Snape was bad they're going to hate me," Harry said in a fit of laughter.

"Oh you two," Hermione remarked in exasperation, "sit down already will you."

Harry and Ron sat down on the only available space, two towers of books in front of her desk. Hermione sighed at them but held back from outwardly criticizing them. She hurried over, pushed them off the books, moved them to a nearby shelf with a flick of her wand, and with another created three chairs out of nowhere. They seated themselves down quietly whole Hermione gave both boys a good look.

Harry looked the same as ever. His hair was still dark and unruly, patches stuck up wherever they pleased. He was perhaps a bit heavier than he'd been at Hogwarts but he hadn't lost his lean appearance. If anything, he was finally consistently healthy after living with his aunt and uncle for so many years. She was glad he's taken the position; Hermione remembered countless conversations with Mrs. Weasley and Ginny who worried about Harry being an Auror. At least here, he couldn't get himself into any serious trouble.

Ron was another story entirely. She hadn't seen him in nearly two years. He was, if this was even possible, taller than before. His long legs stretched out several inches past Harry's, she guessed he was about 6'5" now. Ron's hair was longer and lighter. The bright shocking Weasley red-orange had faded beautifully. It stuck out in all directions as if Harry's, and was rumpled after the long day. Something in here, stomach flipped over. She didn't know why she'd missed him so much. She wanted to leap up and hug him forever.

"So where are your rooms?" Hermions asked, throwing herself back into the present.

"There." Ron said pointing to the room opposite hers. Her brain did a double take as she realized how close they were going to be every night. Stop it, she told herself firmly.

She talked with the boys for at least another hour but she wasn't sure how long it really was, her mind was elsewhere. Finally, Ron and Harry admitted that they were tired and still had to unpack. Five minutes later, she kissed each boy on the cheek and retired to her room. She made herself a cup of tea but it didn't help. Every emotion was pinging around inside her like a badly played game of tennis.

She got in bed and tried to fall asleep. She couldn't. She grabbed at her book, which tended to calm her down but after ten minutes, she's read the same passage about Vanishing Charms six times she sighed, put the book down, and turned off her light. Two hours later, she drifted off to sleep.