Honestly I'm not sure if I like this story very much... Let me know if I should continue.
"Blasted thing!" Arthur shouted as he jabbed his wand toward the engine of Harry's motorbike. He had been fiddling with the bike for the better half of the year. He had the bike in his possession for quite a few years and had originally intended to get it back to Harry for a wedding present but those days had come and gone.
"Arthur!" Molly shouted from the kitchen.
"A moment," he yelled back to her as he reached for a common muggle wrench. He argued with the bike for a few minutes before Molly marched outside.
"You're ignoring me now?
He grimaced, "No dear, I just uh- I was really getting somewhere."
"Well you've got a visitor inside."
"Grandkids?"
"No. Some young boy from the Ministry."
Arthur tapped the wrench to his head a few times before standing and following his wife. In the house he found Troy Rosier, the boy who had come to his office the other day. "I spoke to you just yesterday hadn't I?"
"Yes, I'm sorry to bother you again, I just worried. I have a predicament. I spoke with your daughter-in-law and she didn't appreciate what I had to say," he frowned.
"Fleur?"
"No."
"Angelina?"
"No."
"Oh, Hermione? I suppose that makes the most sense," Arthur laughed to himself.
"Yes, she thought that I was blackmailing her."
"Blackmailing," Molly pitched in. "What's this talk of you blackmailing my Hermione?"
Troy leaned forward in his seat, "I'm not blackmailing her, and I just suggested that I may be able to help her in exchange for her help."
"Hmph," Molly huffed as she got back to her cooking.
"Why wouldn't Hermione want something to do with your cause? I find it to be very enthralling. It could be revolutionary for wizards, goblins, anything!"
"I don't see why we need Muggle paraphernalia, we do just fine with owls and patronesses. Anyway, everyone knows that Muggle inventions don't work right around magic. I couldn't tell you why though."
"I thought of all that. Arthur is a pro at bewitching cars and motorbikes correct? That's technology and he makes it work. We just need a little think tank to come up with a series of charms to ensure that the fragile technology won't fizzle," Troy explained to Molly. "It's possible, I really think so. Arthur, can you have a word with Hermione? She's been so pivotal in passing the Emancipation of Enslaved Elves Act and she is a Muggleborn just think of the possibilities Arthur! A Muggleborn, a Halfblood, and Pureblood. Genius!"
"Brilliant! Yes, I'll speak with her. I like to think I have some pull. She is having my grandchild you know?"
"I've heard."
Molly clattered some pans around the kitchen, "I think it may be time for you to leave and stop filling my husband with ridiculous ideas."
He stroked her arm as she slept peacefully. An alarm clock was about to begin buzzing on the bedside table and he smiled at the small bit of Muggle technology that he had bewitched to not glitch around the presence of magic.
It started to beep and she buried her head into the pillows. Troy kissed her shoulder and shook her gently, "Katie, it's time to get up." He kissed her again, "Katie."
She groaned, "Do I haaaaave to?"
He smiled, "Yes you really do."
Katie Bell rolled over and sighed, "I'd rather stay in your bed all day."
Troy took her face into his hands, "I wish you could to but you know as well as I do that you need to get up and head to St. Mungo's. I have to get to the Ministry, there's lots to do."
"You're still on that Muggle technology?" She teased.
"Yes and world of good it could do for you as a healer."
"Oh no," she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away, "you're not recruiting me into this ridiculous attempt."
"It could revolutionize Wizard medicine and communication."
"I've heard that so many times and frankly I'm a bit sick of it."
"Well alright, you'll agree with me one day. C'mere and give me a kiss."
She complied.
