Disclaimer: Listen people, if I owned Harry Potter, do you think I'd be writing it here? I DON'T! So please don't sue me, I have nothing! Zero, Zip, Zilch, Nada, Cero! All the characters belong to J. K. Rowling. The song "So Much Like My Dad" belongs to George Strait. It's from his "50 Number Ones" CD. So he owns it, not me.

So Much Like My Dad

"That's it! I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

Ron watched in disbelief as Hermione grabbed her jacket and stormed out the front door of the trio's London apartment.

He felt numb with shock. Hermione had never said anything like that before. Sure they'd fought, less since they started dating, but every couple had their disagreements now and then. They had been fighting more since they all started new jobs, but Ron chalked it up as stress and Harry had kept silent about it, as usual.

Ron turned at the slight noise behind him, but it was just Harry, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a sandwich in hand. He looked like he wanted to say something, and Ron realized he wanted him to say it.

"What?" he asked, sharper than he intended to be.

Harry blinked and swallowed his food, completely unfazed. Not much scared him these days. "Go, Ron." It neither was a request, nor an order.

Ron drew in a great shuddering breath and nodded. "I have to go see someone first." he needed some advice on this one, and he knew where to find this sort of advice.

Ron stalked over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder. As Harry watched with a slightly blasé expression on his face, Ron tossed it in the flames, stepped in and yelled "The Burrow!"

Harry strolled into the kitchen as Ron disappeared; he waved his hand and the wireless in the corner sprang to life. "And now here's this week's hottest songs with everyone's favourite little redhead, Miss Ginny Weasley!" Harry murmured, "just in time," and began washing the supper dishes lazily, Ron and Hermione forgotten. He loved this time of day.

Ron stepped out of the fireplace the familiar living room of his childhood home. He stood quietly for a moment and heard the sounds of his mother in the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was humming and bustling about as usual when Ron peered around the doorway. He watched her for a moment, her hair now lined with grey and her limp more pronounced in the cool autumn weather. Nobody else was there. Dad's probably in the garage, working on something or another, Ron thought.

"Mama?" he whispered.

She jumped and spun around. "Ron, what on Earth…don't scare a poor old woman like that!" She hurried over and hugged him around the middle (he was a good 6'6"now).

"I needed to talk to you," he said solemnly.

She sobered at the look on his face and asked, "What about?"

"Hermione."

Mrs. Weasley nodded. "I'll make some tea." She turned.

"Mama?" She turned back to him. "Could you make cocoa?"

"Of course dear."

Ron watched her as she moved about the room. He didn't usually come to visit this late, but he knew his mum was the only one who could help him now, like she had in the past. Ron remembered when he was little, and she always had the answers. He'd been 'mama's little man' then. Boy, had life changed since the days that she'd pick him up after he fell and brush off the dirt, sit him down and make cocoa for the both of them.

Ron wanted to do that again.

She sent a steaming mug in front of him and Ron sipped it as she sat down gingerly.

"Now," she said gently, "tell me what happened."

Ron leaned back, clutching the cup, and sighed. "She left Mum, and she said she's… never coming back."

"Honey, I'm sure she didn't…"

"She's never said that before!" he said desperately. "Mama,"
he paused, "remember how you said I'm the most like dad?" He asked quietly.

She nodded. "You are." She answered simply.

"Well, what… I mean… Dad must have…I don't know, made you mad like that once in a while.." Ron faltered.

She nodded.

Well, what did he say…er…do, that... made you stay?"

Mrs. Weasley sipped her drink thoughtfully and observed him across the table. He seemed so desperately determined to fix everything wrong in the world, starting with this. "Why do you want to know?"

Ron stared back at her, his blue eyes, identical to hers, watered with unshed tears. "I can't live without her Mama." he swallowed and wiped the tears from his eyes. "I've been thinking about it, and if she left, I don't know what I'd do."

She smiled. "That's it, Ron. That's all you have to say."

"That's it?"

She nodded. "Can you do that?"

Ron grinned. "After helping save the world, I think I can handle that."

His mother laughed and echoed Harry, "Go, Ron."

I know that I surprised you comin' home
It's not my usual time of year
But I've got myself a problem
And I know that I might find the answer here
Remember when I was dad's pride and joy
And your little man
Every time that I got hurt
You were there to give a hand
You'd pick me up and you'd kiss my hurt away
Remember what you'd say
Boy, you're gettin' more like him each and everyday
Can we have a talk like it was yesterday
Your boy's back in trouble and he needs you right away

She said she's gonna leave me momma
Nothing on God's green earth will make her stay
I can't live with out her momma
But this time you can't kiss the hurt away
But if I'm so much like my dad
There must've been times you felt her way
So tell me word for word what he said
That always made you stay

She said she's gonna leave me momma
But if I'm so much like my dad
There must've been times you felt her way
So tell me word for word what he said
That always made you stay

Author's Note: I might write more, if I get enough reviews. I have an idea for a little H/G action, as well as the outcome of Ron and Hermione's conversation. Review!!!!