Honeymoon from Hell – by I-love-animals
Author's note: ok guys, I hope you're not all too mad at me for taking my old story off! But it really wasn't working for me so I did this one instead! I hope it's ok – I haven't written for like months so it might start out a bit iffy but I swear it'll be great! Oh and there's a small prize for anyone who gets the answer to this question – why did I give Ron's boss the name I gave him? I'll tell you in a couple of chapters if nobody gets it. And also, a huge major thanks to Princess Jennifer, who helped with the writing and ideas for this story! She's lovely and an awesome writer too, so go check out her work! Jen – hope you like the reference to Ron and Hermione's house! Speaking of which, I forgot where the Weasleys live so for my sake, we are going to pretend that they live near Devon. Got that? If you have a problem with that, don't flame me please, it's not nice. Anyway, I'll let you get on with the story! Enjoy everybody!
This story is dedicated to my best friend Katie. Thankyou for always being here for me! xx
Ron Weasley, age 23, walked briskly up to the front desk of St Mungo's Hospital. He had grown even taller, and his hair was still the same flaming red and his face still freckly. His voice was deeper but other than a bit more confidence and a bit more brains, he was still the same gangly, immature boy he was from Hogwarts. He was an assistant to a reporter at the Daily Prophet – Damien Ecrivet – so he spent most of his time at a desk filing paperwork. It was a job he loathed, but there was nothing else for him to do and it put dinner on the table each night. He would much rather be with his wife, Hermione Granger, or on a Quidditch pitch in front of thousands of screaming fans.
Hermione and him had got together at the end of their sixth year (much to the relief of the their friends) and had grown steadily closer until the age of 22, when Ron had proposed. The wedding plans and engagement lasted until less than a month ago – when the wedding happened. Ron's eyes misted over and he smiled slightly as he remembered that day – he thought of it as the happiest in his life. Since that beautiful occasion, Hermione and Ron were living in a small house in Devon, with the countryside and the sea. They were of course close to the rest of the Weasleys, and Harry and Ginny (who were living together) and Luna and Neville (also now a couple). That morning, Harry and Ginny had dropped in to their house and told him something that knocked his socks off – he had to get to Hermione (who was a Healer at St Mungo's) and tell her right away.
As he neared the front desk, he looked around and saw that there was no queue so he stepped forward, cleared his throat and looked at the witch behind the counter. He said politely, "Excuse me, is Healer Granger on her break yet?"
The blonde witch looked up with contempt. "I'm sorry," she said, not looking sorry at all, "but I'm rather busy right now, you'll have to wait your turn."
Ron looked around again – there was nobody in sight around the desk. He looked back at the witch, who was now applying liberal amounts of eyeliner. He sighed in exasperation – there was no use in arguing. His best chance was to wait.
A few minutes later, as the witch was opening a tube of lipstick, he asked timidly, 'Um...are you finished yet?"
She looked up from her mirror, "Do I look like I'm finished?"
Ron was now getting angry. He opened his mouth and was about to say, 'if you don't let me in there within the next three seconds I'm going to take your stupid mirror and break it' but he only got to "If-" when Hermione herself came bustling down the hallway. She smiled at him when she saw him.
Hermione was also taller, her hair still bushy and brown and she was still of course, a hard worker and an extremely organised person. But she had changed. She had gained maturity and wisdom as the years went past, and she had learned to look after herself, her friends and the people around her. She had learned to love- she was now a woman. But she had also learnt to laugh, and relax, and she learnt that there are more important things in life than always being the best. Ron, meanwhile, although grown up, still lacked maturity and laughed at toilet jokes. But he was kind, and gentle, and often showed a surprising tenderness with his friends and family. In short, Ron and Hermione were the perfect couple – their own strengths and weaknesses were balanced with each other and they loved one another beyond belief.
Ron smiled back when he saw her, and gave a quick kiss on the cheek as she came up to him. She smiled apologetically and said quietly "I hope you haven't been waiting long – the girl out the front's new and she hasn't quite got the hang of...being..."
"Nice to people?" Ron offered. Hermione grinned.
"Come on, I just got off – let's go and get a cup of tea."
Ten minutes later, when they were both seated comfortably in a café sipping hot sweet tea, Ron said tentatively, "Um, Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"I have something to tell you."
Hermione looked at him closely but said, "Go for it."
"Ok. Well, Harry just dropped by this morning. And he...uh told me some surprising news."
"Yes?"
"Well – for our wedding gift – him, Ginny, the rest of my family, Neville and Luna are paying for us to go on a round the world trip. The muggle way."
Hermione was silent for a moment. Then she shrieked, "Oh my goodness! This is so exciting! Oh, this is wonderful! Oh, we have so much to organise! Ooh, new luggage, passports – oh, this is fabulous!"
Ron was not quite ready for a reaction like this. He waited until Hermione had calmed down a bit and was now smiling with glee and said, "Ok, do we need to go shopping or something?"
"Ooh yes, definitely. Let me make a list!" Ron snorted. How Hermione-ish. After five minutes, the list looked like this:
HONEYMOON HOLIDAY – THINGS TO DO:
Check passport situation. Hermione's passport is up to date but Ron might not have one
Make arrangements for the house
Check with Ginny and Harry if they'd mind taking the cats
Buy luggage
Make arrangements for job notices etc.
As Ron read through it, he said, "Hey, how come you already have a passport?"
"My parents are Muggles, of course I have one."
"Oh. Well, what's a passport?"
"Oh, it's an official document that enables you to get from country to country – Muggle thing."
"Well I don't have one."
"I'll check with Harry and see if they made any arrangements...oh, this is going to be so much fun!"
A/N: well, did you guys like it? I hope so! Sorry this chapter's so short, next one'll be longer. I promise! And don't forget to leave a review, they make me smile!