Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters; they all belong
to J.K Rowling. I do however, own Elizabeth Watson and Andrew Cummings.
Ron's Affair
It has been over ten years. Ten years since she last saw his blue eyes gazing over hers. Ten years since she felt his breath against her ears. Ten years since her lips met his. Only ten years really, but it has felt like eternity without him.
Hermione Anne Granger gazed up at the ceiling of her ornamented room, where blue curtains draped the windows that matched her bedding perfectly. Her mahogany nightstand harmonized with the rocking chair just to her right and her multicolored lampshade. Suddenly, she heard a faint rustling to her left and glanced over. She sighed deeply. Her current boyfriend, Rufus Stratfield, whom she had been dating for over a year now, was sleeping heavily next to her, pulling the bed covers towards him. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, then rolled out of bed. Walking towards her large, walk-in closet, she rummaged in her mind about today's proceedings. First, she had to run to the Ministry of Magic to obtain the latest reports and then she had to go back to the Institute of Magic, where she worked as the Executive Chair. Her boss and closest friend, Elizabeth Watson, the cofounder and chairman of the Institute of Magic, would be waiting for her frantically, waiting for those reports. Later, she would have to go to the meeting, which would take up half the day. There were always meetings on Thursdays just to look over the week's agenda and schedule next week's planning.
She picked out her usual black above-the knee length skirt and decided on a red blouse for today. She threw on one of the scarves Ginny had given her for her birthday and pinned her hair at the nape of her neck. At the breakfast table, she set out the usual items; croissants, toast, bacon and eggs, and a jug of pumpkin juice. She took a bite of her toast and took a swig of pumpkin juice before departing for work.
"Hi Hermione, you look rather perky this morning. What's going on?" Elizabeth asked as soon as she saw her best friend walk in, grinning madly.
Hermione sighed contentedly, "Oh nothing. Can't I just be happy without a reason?" But even so, she dragged Elizabeth into her office and closed the door. Hermione spoke in a hushed whisper, "I think I'm in love!" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, but her mouth was curling into a smile. "Oh is that all? What makes you sure?" Hermione replied, "This morning, I woke up and found Rufus besides me. And then all these feelings of happiness and romance came rushing towards me and I just felt like everything was finally right in my life, except without the daily routine and the fact that you and Harry could be killed."
Elizabeth smiled humouredly. "Thanks Hermione, for that vote of confidence. And no, Harry and I won't get killed." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Your job is so bloody dangerous, I can't see why you won't get killed the moment you step out of your flat. Besides, I thought we were focusing on me here?" She laughed a bit despite herself, since it wasn't like her to concentrate on herself fully. That is, it wasn't like her until she found out she was in love with Rufus. "Oh right, sorry. Anyways, I'm so happy for you Hermione! After all these years, you finally decided to land yourself a husband." Elizabeth teased. Out of all their friends, Hermione was the only one not currently married. Elizabeth was happily wed to her best friend, Andrew Cummings, and had two children. Harry and Ginny were also married and were expecting their first child in seven months. Hermione sighed again, this time with less pleasure.
"I know, I know. But it's not like it was easy getting over...getting over... R- Ron." Her voice wavered slightly on the word Ron. Elizabeth tensed up again. She thought she'd never have to hear about Ron again, but she guessed wrong. The prospect of trying to rid her mind of her friend's death was quite hard in its way. Ron had died one month before they graduated from Hogwarts. It had been a gruesome death, just before Voldemort's downfall. He had been captured by Voldemort's Death Eaters and held against his will, mostly used as bait to lure Harry Potter to Voldemort's side. Harry, being the hero-archetype, had immediately gone to the Forbidden Forest, where Voldemort had told Harry where Ron was in the ransom letter, and found Ron's dead body at the edge of the forest. Elizabeth recalled clearly what happened that dreadful, haunting night.
Ron's Affair
It has been over ten years. Ten years since she last saw his blue eyes gazing over hers. Ten years since she felt his breath against her ears. Ten years since her lips met his. Only ten years really, but it has felt like eternity without him.
Hermione Anne Granger gazed up at the ceiling of her ornamented room, where blue curtains draped the windows that matched her bedding perfectly. Her mahogany nightstand harmonized with the rocking chair just to her right and her multicolored lampshade. Suddenly, she heard a faint rustling to her left and glanced over. She sighed deeply. Her current boyfriend, Rufus Stratfield, whom she had been dating for over a year now, was sleeping heavily next to her, pulling the bed covers towards him. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, then rolled out of bed. Walking towards her large, walk-in closet, she rummaged in her mind about today's proceedings. First, she had to run to the Ministry of Magic to obtain the latest reports and then she had to go back to the Institute of Magic, where she worked as the Executive Chair. Her boss and closest friend, Elizabeth Watson, the cofounder and chairman of the Institute of Magic, would be waiting for her frantically, waiting for those reports. Later, she would have to go to the meeting, which would take up half the day. There were always meetings on Thursdays just to look over the week's agenda and schedule next week's planning.
She picked out her usual black above-the knee length skirt and decided on a red blouse for today. She threw on one of the scarves Ginny had given her for her birthday and pinned her hair at the nape of her neck. At the breakfast table, she set out the usual items; croissants, toast, bacon and eggs, and a jug of pumpkin juice. She took a bite of her toast and took a swig of pumpkin juice before departing for work.
"Hi Hermione, you look rather perky this morning. What's going on?" Elizabeth asked as soon as she saw her best friend walk in, grinning madly.
Hermione sighed contentedly, "Oh nothing. Can't I just be happy without a reason?" But even so, she dragged Elizabeth into her office and closed the door. Hermione spoke in a hushed whisper, "I think I'm in love!" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, but her mouth was curling into a smile. "Oh is that all? What makes you sure?" Hermione replied, "This morning, I woke up and found Rufus besides me. And then all these feelings of happiness and romance came rushing towards me and I just felt like everything was finally right in my life, except without the daily routine and the fact that you and Harry could be killed."
Elizabeth smiled humouredly. "Thanks Hermione, for that vote of confidence. And no, Harry and I won't get killed." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Your job is so bloody dangerous, I can't see why you won't get killed the moment you step out of your flat. Besides, I thought we were focusing on me here?" She laughed a bit despite herself, since it wasn't like her to concentrate on herself fully. That is, it wasn't like her until she found out she was in love with Rufus. "Oh right, sorry. Anyways, I'm so happy for you Hermione! After all these years, you finally decided to land yourself a husband." Elizabeth teased. Out of all their friends, Hermione was the only one not currently married. Elizabeth was happily wed to her best friend, Andrew Cummings, and had two children. Harry and Ginny were also married and were expecting their first child in seven months. Hermione sighed again, this time with less pleasure.
"I know, I know. But it's not like it was easy getting over...getting over... R- Ron." Her voice wavered slightly on the word Ron. Elizabeth tensed up again. She thought she'd never have to hear about Ron again, but she guessed wrong. The prospect of trying to rid her mind of her friend's death was quite hard in its way. Ron had died one month before they graduated from Hogwarts. It had been a gruesome death, just before Voldemort's downfall. He had been captured by Voldemort's Death Eaters and held against his will, mostly used as bait to lure Harry Potter to Voldemort's side. Harry, being the hero-archetype, had immediately gone to the Forbidden Forest, where Voldemort had told Harry where Ron was in the ransom letter, and found Ron's dead body at the edge of the forest. Elizabeth recalled clearly what happened that dreadful, haunting night.