Like Parents, Like Teens

Part 4

A/N: Time for another chapter! Sorry it took so long to update, our computer broke and I had to wait for the new one to arrive. T.T Now we've got an awesome new system though! 

Disclaimer: Don't own any of it.

"Good one Ron!" Harry Potter grinned at his best friend who had just stopped a quaffle from entering the Gryffindor goal hoops. Ron smiled back. It was nice to finally do something right. Hermione had recently been shunning him, to his displeasure. He wasn't quite sure what he had done wrong, but he hated not talking to her. Shaking his head clear of those thoughts Ron glanced around at the Quidditch field.

"Ya' know what time it is Harry?"

"No."

"We'd better head back in after a few more rounds." Harry nodded his agreement, then dove down on his Firebolt to fetch the quaffle. He and Ron did a few more practice rounds, then gently landed and walked jovially back to the castle, only to be greeted by two furious 'wives'.

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione cried at the same moment Parvati called "Haaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrry!" in an obnoxious tone. Both boys stopped mid saunter and gave each other looks of dread.

"Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you! How could you leave, I can't believe you! What did you think…" Ron tuned out Hermione's raging voice and groaned inwardly. I'm doomed. He glanced at Harry, who was receiving the same treatment from Parvati, but with more whining instead of shouting. Correction. We're doomed. He smiled wryly, but was brought back to reality by a sharp poke in the arm. "Are you even listening to me!" Hermione snapped.

"Erm, Hermione, of course I was! Um, can't we discuss this somewhere else?"

Hermione sighed and shook her head, visualizing the note she had discovered this morning in the "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley" room. She would have waited for Ron, or even gone to find him before reading the note, but scrawled on the outside in Dumbledore's beautiful cursive had been 'Hermione Weasley'. The note read:

Dear Mrs. Weasley.

Your newest assignment is one that you may find easy.

To teach and increase communication skills between couples,

you are to be angry with your husband Mr. Ronald Weasley. It is his

duty to get through to you and find out what you are mad about.

He is not to know this is an assignment.

Best wishes for a wonderful relationship

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. Mrs. Weasley, you are to act on your true emotions when

deciding when to let your husband in, not when you feel that your grade is suffering.

Of course Hermione had not found this to be a difficult assignment, but she was worried about Ron's ability to convince her to let him in. Remembering the note at the bottom of the page she cringed. Professor Dumbledore knew her too well.

"Er, 'Mione?" Ron glanced around at a few snickering paintings urgently. "Um, Mrs. Weasley!" He said through gritted teeth. Hermione looked up promptly and shivered. It always made her uncomfortable being called Mrs. Weasley, although she did think that Hermione Weasley had a nice ring to it. Turning to hide her blush, Hermione answered the redhead.

"Fine," She sniffed and sauntered down the hall, Ron, Parvati, and Harry in tow.

'Outstanding' O.W.L. Gryffindor students pouredinto their first DADA class. Among them were Ron, Hermione, and Harry. The whole sixth year was buzzing with rumors about who this year's professor would be. Most just hoped that the professor was better than Umbridge.

"Alright students," A familiar, female voice called out from the door. A young witch with spiky lime green hair briskly walked to the front of the room, tripping over a stray book bag. "Whoops." She smiled as her cheeks flushed. Some students giggled but were mainly silent. The witch took a deep breath as she surveyed the room. Her gaze stopped on Harry and her taunt face relaxed into a smile. "Wotcher Harry! Hermione, Ron!" She nodded at the two other members of the 'golden trio'.

"Hey!" Harry smiled back, immensely relieved. The witch looked back at the class.

"This is great, eh 'Mione?" Ron whispered to the brown-haired witch beside him. Hermione felt her heart beat faster as Ron leaned close to her, his adorable red hair falling into his blue eyes. Shaking her head and remembering her assignment, the young witch sniffed angrily and ignored the frowning boy beside her.

"I'm Professor Tonks," she stated proudly. "I'll be co-teaching this year." The creak of the back door signified the entrance of the other professor. "Ah, here he is now." The students gasped as they saw the man in the doorway. "Professor…"

A/N: Cliffhanger!  A little on the shorter side, but I think that having smaller short chapters closer together are better than long ones that take forever to update. Just out of interest I'm starting a little pole. I'll keep posting results at the beginnings of the next few chapters.

Q: Who is your favorite pairing for Harry?

Thanks! R&R.

KW