Chapter 6
Ron lay down heavily on the slightly moth eaten sofa in the middle of his living room, he put his face in his hands
Shit
This wasn't happening, he had a son…Hermione wasn't Hermione anymore, she had left and in her place was a shoddy muggle imitation named Hannah green, a library assistant and waitress, engaged to a truly plane and unremarkable IT manager called ben.
Ron hadn't met this Ben but Hermione had told him about him, he somehow felt fiercely territorial now, like someone had stolen something that was his.
In that moment he'd realised who she was last night he'd suddenly felt sick with how much he'd missed her and Harry, she had disappeared in to thin air, well, in to thin beckton as it turned out, he saw Harry though, and it hurt every time.
He'd see photos of him out with mates as he passed windows of shops selling tabloids anywere magical, he saw the live coverage of his quiditch games and knew if things had been just a little different he would be there watching in the flesh, be the one partying with Harry, Hermione too, maybe if he hadn't kissed her in that hallway….
Maybe then there would be no Ben, no si, no stupid arguments and fueds, suddenly, he wanted more than anything for it all to be all right again, for them to be back at Hogwarts before any of this had begun.
2005
Harry almost barrelled in to ron as he ran full tilt in to the common room, flushed from the running he grabbed ron by the shoulders, he was half laughing half crying
"I've got a try out!"
his breath was coming in short gasps, hed obviously run all the way up from the quiditch field
"the London lions"
he laughed again
Ron was grinning as hard as Harry by now
"ah, mate"
he was lost for words
"next Wednesday"
in a rare show of un-manly affection he pulled ron in to a hug
"you have to come with me"
ron nodded as Harry pulled away and stepped back
"you think id miss this?"