A/N – Welcome to… THE END OF YOUR LIFE! Ahahahahahahahaha… hahaha… hahaha… ha… ha… huh… ignore that. Welcome to chapter 2 of Happy. Enjoy.
Disclaimer – I own nothing. Not even my own body. How sad is THAT?
Happy
Hermione Granger
"I'm off to work, 'Mione. Try not to throw too many parties whilst I'm gone", Ronald Weasley said teasingly, kissing his wife on the cheek. He knew she wouldn't throw any parties, which was why he had told her not to. Hermione laughed softly at her husband.
"Now that you've told me not to, I just might", she said. Ron grinned, and waved as he exited the house.
A smile came to Hermione's face as she let herself fall back onto the couch. She loved Ron so much, and would do anything for him. But every now and then, the brown-haired woman would find herself thinking about what life would have been like with Viktor Krum. He was famous, which meant he was rich. Which meant he could provide for her. But it wasn't as if Ron didn't provide for her. He worked, and he made enough money to feed the family. And once Hermione started working, she'd help with bringing in the money.
No… Hermione was happy where she was.