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"I just can't believe you are still going to associate with her," Ron grumbled, watching as Hermione looked for her little beaded bag. She never once misplaced it during the entire bloody war and yet somehow seemed to lose track of it whenever she visited the Burrow these days.
She raised her head to look at him, "Why, exactly, would I not?" she asked impatiently before returning her attention under the sofa. Her bag was still nowhere to be seen. "You know, you could make yourself useful and help me," the brunette scolded.
Ron snapped to and stood from to search. "I mean, after what she did to Bill," he began.
Hermione laughed, "'After what she did to Bill'? What did she do to Bill? Were we not at the same family dinner? Did she and Bill not host it together? Did they not announce their divorce together? Did they not explain that they made the decision together?"
Ron shrugged, "Bill was just trying to save face, wasn't he? Doesn't want the family to know she dumped him. Broke his heart, didn't she?"
The redhead did not even have to look at Hermione to know she was rolling her eyes, "Because no man could ever resist Fleur Delacor, I suppose," she added sarcastically.
"Exactly," Ron agreed, her sarcasm having gone over his head, "So why are you still going to see her?"
The brunette groaned and continued to search. "Ah-HA!" she exclaimed in triumph, finally retrieving her elusive beaded bag which had somehow become lodged between the cushions of the armchair on the far side of the living room. Satisfied, she returned her attention to Ron. "Honestly," she sighed, exasperated, "Fleur is my friend, and yours as well, if you recall, Ronald."
Ron huffed, "Not anymore. Not after ruining my brother's life, she's not." Hermione marveled at the display of Weasley stubbornness. She needed to set him straight.
"Now see here," she stood with a hand on her hip, illustrating her displeasure, "When we broke up, no one vilified me."
Ron had the decency to blush, but he was not ready to back down yet, "We were not married."
Hermione chuckled and shook her head, "No, but we might have done...your mum was certainly pushing hard enough." She smiled sympathetically. She knew Ron just wanted to support his brother.
"Well, I still don't like it, " Ron insisted as though that would be enough to change Hermione's mind on the matter.
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes for the fiftieth time since this conversation began. She found herself wondering absently whether one's eyes really could get stuck if rolled too often. "Your opinion has been duly noted, Ronald," she replied, preparing to leave. She checked her appearance once more in the mirror, "Noted and ignored."
She smirked at her red haired friend and turned on the spot, "Bye, Ron."
Ron was still pouting, "Have fun," he grumped.
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