A/N: Hey guys I am back after my long hiatus and I have a new story, Designated Lovers. I have been so overwhelmed with school since I had all this senior stuff to do but now that I have graduated I have all the time in the world. I am so proud of myself because I have so many new stories to put up to keep my fans happy since I have been gone for 4 months or so. So now I give you this lovely story I hope you enjoy it.
Ron opened his eyes and looked at his clock. The green numbers flashed 6:45. Ron narrowed his eyes and held his head. "Aw shit. How many drinks did I have last night?" He swung his legs over the side of his bed and rested his feet on the floor. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned. "Get up Ron. You have to be at work in an hour." He told himself.
He got up to take a shower. He turned the hot water on and let the steam hit his face. The water was relaxing. Ron closed his eyes and tried to remember last night. "Ok, Bills birthday party. Lots of alcohol, obviously …but what else happened?" He turned the water off and reached for his towel. "I have that potion Hermione made for hangovers in the kitchen. That should help for now." He wrapped his towel around his waist letting his chest air dry. His hair was messy and soaked but he didn't care.
His coffee machine already had coffee ready for him, hopefully it wasn't yesterday's coffee. Ron never got the hang of this muggle invention but when it worked it helped him a lot. Ron poured a cup and drank some. "Yup, yesterday's coffee." He pulled out his wand and used a spell to warm it up. "That's better." He pulled the potion out of the cupboard and took a sip of it and followed it with a sip of coffee. "Man, that stuff is wicked." He put the top back on it and put it away."
A picture of himself and Hermione sat on the counter. He picked it up. They have been going out for almost two years now. He hoped that someday they would be married. But until then he just looks at her picture and dreams about her. They got together right before graduation and have been going steady ever since. She worked at the Ministry of Magic when he worked as an Auror. Sometimes they were able to see each other at work. Ron loved her so much. He kissed the picture and placed it back on the counter.
The owl delivering the Daily Prophet was scratching at his apartment window. He opened it and let the bird in. He removed the post and gave the owl some money and an old biscuit. He quickly read the headlines. Nothing important just a few wild trolls reeking havoc on unsuspecting muggles. He quickly turned to the Quiddtich section. "A deal Harry Potter couldn't refuse." Ron sighed. On the side, Harry was a professional seeker and Ron was a professional keeper. He was no longer afraid and held the record for number of consecutive saves in one games. Te article spoke about Harry refusing to switch teams and stayed on their team for more money. "They make it seem like Harry did it for the money!" He threw the paper on the table and stretched his arms.
He walked over to his bedroom. A post-it note was stuck to his bedroom door. "Date with Hermione-7:00." Ron smiled. He opened the door and went in. Suddenly his face fell. There was a lump on the other side of the bed. A lump in the form of a human body.
Ron froze. "Who is in my bed?" He quietly walked over to the person hoping they were still asleep. They were. Ron gave a smile of relief. He pulled the comforter back to reveal a sleeping blond. "Bloody Hell…what have I done?" Ron studied her face. "Thanks Ron, think. Who is she?" He closed his eyes and thought back to the night before. Bill, his wife, the Weasley family and her family…her family. He suddenly remembered being introduced to her. She is Bill's sister-in-law. "What's her name?" Girls names began flowing to his head. "Julia, Elina, Allison, Katie, Nichole, Elise, Ingrid…no. These were all the girls he had met at the party but were not the mysterious girl in his bed.
"Jennifer! That's her name!"
His victory was cut short when reality sunk in. Why was there a girl in his bed? He had forgotten to ask himself this question. The only thing he could think of was the one thing he hoped it wasn't. "How drunk was I last night?" He began to pace the floor. "There has to be a logical reason for her being here which is not what I am thinking of." He could not think of one. He thought of Hermione. What had he done? He was going to lose her for sure.
"Get the girl out of the house!" He began to panic.
He shook her. "Wake up!" She sat up. Jennifer rubbed her eyes and looked at him. "Hello Ron. Did you sleep well?" She attempted to kiss him but he pulled away.
She looked shocked.
"What are you doing here?"
"You don't remember? You took me back here after the party and we-…"
"Please tell me nothing happened!"
Jennifer smiled. "Why, are you embarrassed?"
"I have a girlfriend!"
Jennifer's smile faded. "What!"
"I have a girlfriend. Her name is Hermione."
"You didn't tell me that last night."
"Just tell me nothing happened."
"I can't."
"Why can't you?" Ron was yelling.
"Because then I would be lying!" She screamed. Ron froze once more. What he thought really did happen. He could hear Hermione crying now. How he hated to hear her cry. He slid against the wall to the floor. I t was over, it was all over.
"Get out of my house!" Jennifer looked at him startled. "NOW!"
She threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. Within moments, she disapperated. Ron banged his head against the wall.
"I am so stupid!"
Tears began to fall down his cheeks. "What am I going to do…I don't want to lose Hermione. I love her. I don't want to hurt her, but it's too late for that!"