Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
A/N: Okay so this chapter, like I said before, is about Ron making Hermione take a job in France soon after Arthur was born (and it also include Arthur's birth and naming which I hope you like too). I also added the part where he finds out about the job and goes to talk to Hermione about it.
Updated 1/23/2021
Outtake
The Job
He was in his office when it happened. He knew this would happen eventually, what else would have happened in this situation, but when he got the news … he was unprepared. It was too soon! He thought he had more time! And what the hell was he supposed to do in this situation. Was he able to go and see her … was he supposed to wait in the waiting room like the rest of his family. After he got over his blind panic he reasoned that whatever he was supposed to do it was important that he go to St. Mungo's right away.
When he got to the waiting room a very nervous Harry was standing there pacing. "Where have you been?" he said when he noticed Ron enter the room. "I think she really wants you."
"Are you sure?" Ron said; his heart pounding. He both wanted to be there and stay as far away as possible.
"Yeah," Harry said and he should know he was the one that was taking care of her now.
That was it, all he needed. He headed to the room where the love of his life was having his baby, there was an ache in his heart knowing this should be the happiest day of his life (and in some ways it still was) but it was marred by the fact that he couldn't be with them after this was over. He stood in the door and watched her for a second; she was beautiful (the most beautiful that he had ever seen her) but the hollowness that has been eating him alive since right before their breakup was still there, too.
"Ron," she said looking at him; her expression mirrored his and he knew that she felt it too. He didn't let her say more; words would just make this more difficult. He saw the moment that she looked at him that she needed him there for this and that was all that was important. He took her hand and the gap between seemed to lesson slightly, his touch could now comfort her but he still couldn't look into her eyes without feeling the emptiness.
A few hours later and it was all over. He was a father. Wow, he was a father. And his son … he was perfect. He didn't know what he expected but when he first saw his son his heart seemed to expand and he was filled with so much love.
Right now the baby slept in his mother's arms; she was looking down at him, an expression of complete contentment on her face. He was once again strike by how beautiful she was. This image killed him more than the last … He had dreamt of this day … the day that they would have their first child. But it was never like this and it killed him.
He was about to leave; he couldn't stay there knowing how close he was to perfection but not being able to grab it. "What should we name him?" she asked before he had made his move.
"I don't know," Ron said, he knew that she had wanted to name her (their) child Hugo after some Muggle writer (they had talked about this once when times were happier) but didn't know if that was still true.
"I was thinking Arthur," she said smiling at the baby who already had a head full of red hair (he was definitely a Weasley).
"Really?" he said shocked that she wanted to name their son after his Dad. "I thought you liked the name Hugo."
She looked at him in the eyes for the first time since he first got there. "You remembered," she smiled sadly, tears in her eyes.
"Yeah," he said, really hoping they were happy tears.
"I'm not sure if that still fits," Hermione said looking at their baby again. "I like Arthur."
"Yeah … I do too," Ron said smiling. But part of him was heartbroken that she didn't want to use the name she choose before; like that was the name of the child they were supposed to have and it couldn't be used now.
"It's my grandfather's name too you know," she said.
"Yeah," he said; he remembered after they had returned her parents from Australia that they were still really angry with her for erasing their memories and sending them away and most importantly that she hadn't really told them how bad it was; how much danger she had been in when she was at school. It was her grandfather Arthur, who was a soldier in WWII, that had sympathized with her the most (he even handled being told that she was a witch well), and helped her repair her relationship with her parents. "I think it's the perfect name."
"Good," she smiled. "Arthur Hugo Weasley."
"I really like it," he smiled too; she wasn't throwing out the name after all … it was still part of his name.
O
It was two weeks later and things were really difficult to say the least. Arthur had to stay at St. Mungo's for a little longer than normal because he was almost a month early but other than that everything was fine with him. Ron was finding the situation difficult to manage; every time he would go over to Hermione's (usually after work) he felt uncomfortable when they were in the same room (wanting to talk and look at her but not being able to), however, when he was holding his son, the whole world seemed to disappear and he couldn't be happier.
It had been two days since he had been there and he was enjoying the feeling of holding his son when he started to give his hungry cry.
"I swear, he already has your appetite," Hermione said walking in the room and taking Arthur.
"What else would you expect," Ron said getting up feeling extremely uncomfortable, it was bad enough in normal situations but this. "I think I'll give you a minute."
"That's nice of you," Hermione smirked but she was looking at the floor, she had realized that Ron being in her flat wasn't as bad when she didn't look at his face (and yet apart of her knew that that also made her feel a lot worse).
"Hermione, we need to talk," Ron said coming in the room twenty minutes later (pleased to see that Arthur was in his crib in the corner of the room).
"Okay," Hermione said nervously, this will be the first time they would really talk in a while (and it really didn't go with her whole not looking at him plan). "What's this about, Ron?"
"I heard you turned down the Turner Fellowship," Ron said.
Hermione stared at him opened mouth for a minute; she had not expected this.
"Is that true?" he asked.
"How did you hear that?" she ignored his question.
"Your boss told me," he said. "He was really disappointed that you were giving up this opportunity."
"I couldn't take it," she said looking pale; if Ron was bringing this up he was going to try to make her change her mind, well she won't let that happen.
"Why not?" he asked softly.
"You know why?" she scoffed. "I can't leave now … it wouldn't be right."
"But you dreamed of this since fourth year when you learned about house elves and tried to make the world a better place for those little creatures … along with others," he said firmly, though he didn't have the courage to look at her his voice was still strong and the conviction behind it was compelling.
"I could do that here," she said stiffly; she knew that it would take her longer but the job she had now wasn't that bad.
"Hermione, the Fellowship allows you to do your own independent study on anything you chose at the same time allowing you to get the credentials you need to practice law; besides it will knock five years off the time it will take you to reach your goal," he said repeating back the words that she had told him a year ago before all this had happened.
"Why did you have to listen to that part?" she huffed under her breathe.
"I listen to all the parts," he smiled wryly. "I just like to pretend that I don't."
"It doesn't matter," she said. "So it takes five extra years, I'm not going."
"It's not just that," he sighed. "If it was, do you really think I would have brought it up?"
"Why did you bring it up?" she asked softly. "Don't want me around anymore."
"It is difficult," he said equally as soft. "But I think it would be no matter if you're close or not. And I like you here … both of you here."
"Then why?" she asked looking at him, though he was still looking away (at Arthur in fact).
"It's your dream job," he said looking into her eyes; his eyes were fierce and he was challenging her to contradict him.
"Ron …"
"Don't tell me it's not," he said still looking into her eyes. "The way you talked about it then … I may not be the most observant bloke but I know that you really wanted this and I can't let you just throw it away."
"Let me …" she said fiercely.
"Not without thinking it through," he said not backing down. "Hermione, I was planning on transferring to the France Auror department for crying out loud. Do you have any idea how much I hate bloody France?"
"You've never been there," she said.
"I've never been anywhere," he sighed. "But I like my home, I like speaking English … I'm not even sure I like their bloody food over there."
"Okay, I get the point."
"Do you?" he asked. "Do you get that I was willing to spend four years in a place that I couldn't talk to anyone … well not clearly anyways, and wasn't sure if I could get use to the culture there? But that was all right, because you would be there and be doing what you really wanted to do, and that's all that matter in the end."
"Yeah I get that," she said, she had been so worried when she first brought up the Fellowship because she thought that Ron would react badly to the news, which he did at first, he complain and sulked around the flat for the better part of two days. However, after he settle down and she was able to explain in dept the details of the job Ron just stared at her for five minutes thinking and the first thing that he said was 'I'll see if I can get a transfer there'.
She was so taken aback by that though she was still able to say 'I probably won't get it anyways, I mean thousands of people all over the world are applying for this and they only accept twelve a year.'
'Yeah but when has that every stop you for getting what you want,' was the last thing Ron had said before they had shagged each other senseless.
This thought brought a smile to her lips for a second before the pain caught up to her, but now after what she had just heard from Ron she understood what had changed his mind so quickly; he knew that she was passionate about this job and he was showing that he supported her.
"I know taking the job will make this all a lot harder," Ron sighed. "Don't think I don't know that, but it really is the perfect …"
"I can't do it," Hermione said in a shakily voice. "No job is worth more than family … and if I go, I don't know how this will work …"
"We'll figure it out," he said reassuringly but didn't offer any suggestions on to how they would make it work.
"You'll miss so much," she said in a whisper.
"I know," he said in a dead voice. This was why it had taken him two days to come here; he had to make sure that he was sure he could do this. It had been hard for him being away from his son for most of the day, only seeing him for a few hours at a time (he already felt like he missed so much) and he wasn't sure if he could bare not seeing him, but this was what was best, he was sure of that now. "I don't want to miss anything, but if you don't go you will regret it the rest of your life."
"Maybe," she said thinking to herself that if she does go she would always wonder what would have happened if she would have stayed.
"Maybe not now, or in a few years, but at some point you will," Ron said. "And you'll resent me for it …"
"Oh and we wouldn't want that," she said harshly.
"You might even resent him," he said the one thing that he knew would get to her, break through her resolve.
"I wouldn't," she said shocked. "Nothing will make that happen," she continued angrily.
"But what if it does?" he said stubbornly.
"It won't," she said fiercely glaring at him.
"Most likely not, no," he said. "But it might always be in the back of your mind …"
"You're not playing fair," she huffed.
"Do I ever?" he smirked (again not looking at her he couldn't seem to look at her whenever they resemble what they once were).
"Ron, it's starts in two weeks, I don't even have time to prepare for it …" she said.
"Yes you will," Ron said. "Because I want to take Arthur for the next two weeks."
"What?" she said sounding terrified, she didn't want to be away from him.
"I can take care of him myself you know," he huffed, missing reading her disbelief.
"Of course I know that," she huffed too. "I don't … I …"
"Don't want to be fair?" he raised an eyebrow. "You've had him these last two weeks and I've barely seen him."
"I guess," she said biting her lip; he did have a point there and she was being a little selfish on that part. "But he needs me," she said all the time thinking that she needed him.
"I can take care of everything he needs," he said.
"I know," she said sadly.
"Are you going to take the job?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said but they both knew that that answer in itself meant that she was going to take the job.
"Okay then," he said sadly; now that he knew that when she … they were gone he would be sicken inside and he didn't want to be away from Arthur one moment until he had to. "Can I take Arthur home with me?"
"Yes," she said closing her eyes willing herself not to cry.
"Take your time," he smiled, sat back into the couch and closed his eyes. As he did that Hermione picked up Arthur and held him close to her, it will be the first night that she wouldn't be close to him and she didn't know how she was going to handle that (she really didn't know how Ron did it). About half an hour later Ron left with Arthur and everything he needed to take care of him.
O
It was a few days after and Ron was sitting on the couch smiling at the sleeping baby in his arms; he knew that he really should try to sleep too (Arthur liked to wake up at all hours of the night), but he couldn't take his eyes of his son (knowing that he didn't have much longer until he was gone). That was when Harry Apparated into the room, smiling sadly when he notice his friend and godson. "Hey," Harry said.
"You woke him up," Ron said testily though he didn't really mean it. About ten minutes later Arthur was placed sleeping in his crib and Ron turned on Harry. "So, what are you doing here?"
"What, I can't come and see my godson?" Harry smiled.
"Of course you can, but that's not why your here," Ron said.
"Are you sure you thought this all through?" Harry asked simply.
"Yes," Ron sighed. "Do you remember the first thing I said to you after I support her about this job?"
"Yes," Harry sighed too. "'I've never seen her this happy or more passionate about something before … well except me of course', and then you said something that I really didn't what to hear about," Harry smiled at the memory, though he felt sad too.
"Well you know I always tried making her passionate," Ron said. "Harry," Ron said his tone serious.
"Yeah."
"You know what I said before," Ron said looking his best mate (and brother) in the eyes.
"About watching out for her," Harry said, knowing the look Ron was giving him could only mean one thing.
"Yeah," Ron said still looking determined. "You really have to look after them now."
"You know I will," Harry smiled. "You don't have to ask."
"Yeah, but you'll take more care of it if it's for both of us," Ron said smiling. "I know I won't be in Arthur's life enough," he said seriously after a minute of silence. "He'll need a good man in his life and I can't think of anyone that's better than you. Promise me you'll be there."
"I promise," Harry said determinedly.
"Thanks Harry," Ron sighed and sat down on the couch, a lot of his worries leaving him. He knew the situation was still horrid and when they left that he would feel dead inside, but at least he had one ray of light in this dark situation.
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Two weeks went by like it was nothing and all too soon Ron was at the Ministry in the Department of Transportations saying goodbye to his son (and the woman he still loved with all his heart even if he couldn't look at her in that moment).
"Goodbye Arthur," Ron said. "Remember that Daddy loves you with all his heart." Arthur stared at him with his blue eyes that were the same color as Ron's, and Ron gave him a watery kiss on the forehead.
"I can still turn back now," Hermione said as she watched them (Harry had his arms around her seeing as he had just been hugging her goodbye).
"I would really like that," Ron said in a steely voice. "This is harder than I thought."
"It really is," Hermione said in tears now; how could she leave like this, isn't this just running away from her problems.
"But you'll be happy once you start your job," Ron said looking at her with tears in his eyes as well. "Arthur will be better off with at least one of his parents happy."
"What about you?" Hermione asked; she couldn't leave him to be miserable again like he was before (not that she ever really saw how miserable he was but that didn't stop her from knowing how bad it was on him).
"I'll be happy knowing that," Ron said. "It will give me a reason to work hard again."
"Right," Hermione sighed, resigned that she was going. She knew that he had just been coasting through his job since the break up because he lost the reason why he was fighting and it made her happy to know that he had found a new reason (or at least re-embraced the old one). "I'm going to miss you."
"Yeah, I am too," Ron said; he already missed Hermione so much not being able to be with her but he knew that he would miss this awkward painful situation too, because at least with that he could see how she was with his own eyes.
Hermione was now standing in the fireplace with Arthur in her arms; she had tried to hug him goodbye but it was too uncomfortable just getting Arthur out of Ron's arms so she just whispered goodbye to him and he did the same. They stared at each other for the moment it took for her to disappear and the look couldn't have been plainer, it said 'I love you and I wish it didn't have to be this way', and then she was gone.
"Come on mate," Harry said after a minute. "Let's get you home."
"Yeah," Ron said in a dead voice, minutes later they found themselves in Ron's flat and Ron went immediately to his liquor cabinet. "I think you should go, Harry."
"I'm not going to leave you like this," Harry said firmly.
"I'm not going to be much company," Ron said. "Look I have two days before I have to go back to work … just let me be until then."
"Ron," Harry said (Ron wasn't the only one that had asked Harry to make sure their love one was okay).
"Just give me two days, I promise after that I'll be back to normal … or at least as much as I can be," Ron said.
"Fine," Harry sighed. "But if you are one second late for our shift then I'm coming here and I won't leave you alone ever again."
"Deal mate," Ron said almost smiling and then bid his friend goodbye and settle himself for the worst weekend of his life.
O
It had been a month since she moved into the nice two-bedroom flat in France for her dream job and she was really happy (or at least as happy as she could be in a situation like this). She had to admit that this really was the perfect job for her, especially in the situation that she was in being a single mother. She had quickly found a routine that really worked for her and the best part was that she only had to leave Arthur with a babysitter once a week when she met with her, for lack of a better word, boss to tell him the progress she made on her case, and then she would go to the extensive library which had just about every book that was ever written in the magical community (and even some of the Muggle books that had relevant information), and get the new material that she would need for that week. This was why the job had to be in France, it was the only library like that in existence and because of the Fellowship she was one of the few people that had complete access to all that was there (there were parts that were open to the generally public but most of the really interesting things were restricted to only the select few; she was able to take books out of the library because there been an enchantment done on them that only people with access to them were able to see the words written on the pages). So, most of her time was either spent pouring over her readings and making notes on how it will help her or taking care of Arthur which was her favorite part of the day (the only sadness that she had was at night when she couldn't help but think of the one way that would have made this all perfect).
Anyways, today was the first day that Harry was going to come over, he would have been there sooner, but she had told him that she really wanted to settle in and get use to living here before he came.
"Wow, this is really nice," Harry said when he came out of the Floo. "Bigger than I thought it would be."
"Those are your first words to me," Hermione smiled and immediately got up to hug him. "You're flat is bigger than I thought."
"Well you know, I had to say the important things first," Harry smiled. "I've missed you."
"Well, I haven't even notice that you've been gone," Hermione lied.
"And that's why you have a death grip on me right now," Harry laughed. They spent the rest of the day catching up and that was how most of the year past. Hermione would work all the time, while watching Arthur, and Harry would come about once a week to see them and talk about anything that would come to their minds.
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"I don't understand why you're doing this Harry," Ginny said fiercely at her boyfriend.
"I've explained this a hundred times, Gin," Harry said exasperated, it was the night before Arthur's first birthday and Ginny really wanted to go but Harry was being as stubborn as ever and wouldn't let that happen. "Hermione couldn't take …"
"Oh give it a rest," Ginny huffed, did he always have to put Hermione before her; wasn't she his girlfriend, the love of his life. "I'm his aunt, I should be there."
"If you would just stop being unreasonable about this you could go," Harry said angrily; Ginny had been angry with Hermione since she had taken the job in France.
"Unreasonable," Ginny shouted; this really was the first time that Harry had gotten angry enough to retort. "She's the one that left! She left Ron devastated! She took Arthur away from us … with hardly any notices that she was going anywhere. Why the hell shouldn't I be angry?" she continued to shout, but there was pain in her voice too (she had missed her friend so much and it hurt thinking of her like this).
"What?" Harry said softly. He couldn't have heard right could he have? Is that why she was so angry, because she thought that Hermione just left?
"I never thought that she would choose a job over family. I mean I know she's brilliant and driven and all … but I didn't see this coming," Ginny said sadly.
"She didn't, Gin," Harry said incredulously.
"Harry she left …" Ginny said fiercely again.
"Because Ron made her," Harry said.
"What?" Ginny deflated immediately.
"Ron told her she had to go, that it was her dream job and she would always regret it if she didn't go," Harry said. "That this was the best they could do in this situation."
"What?" Ginny repeated; she had been furious with Hermione for almost a year and it might not even have been her fault.
"Gin," Harry said wrapping his arms around Ginny and pulling her close to him.
"I'm going tomorrow, Harry," Ginny said softly. "I don't know how I'm going to … I don't know what will be said … but I'm going."
"All right love," Harry said knowing that this was needed and if things worked out it would be a lot better for all of them.
When Harry and Ginny Floo into Hermione's flat it was to find Neville with Arthur in his arms sitting on the couch with his girlfriend Hannah next to him. Hermione could be heard in the kitchen making noises (probably getting things ready), and Ginny first took a look at her nephew (smiling at how cute he was) before she took a deep breath and went into the kitchen to talk to Hermione.
"Hello," Ginny said.
Hermione stopped what she was doing immediately and turned around to look at Ginny with complete shock. "I didn't know you were coming," she said then cursed herself for being so rude; it's just that she was really nervous since she really hoped this meant that she could have her friend back.
"Well, Harry finally lifted the ban on keeping me out," Ginny smirked. "I wanted to be here for Arthur today."
"Good, I think he will really like that," Hermione said a little disappointed in her reason but it was still good that Ginny was here.
"We need to talk," Ginny said.
"All right," Hermione sighed and sat down at the kitchen table (Ginny sat in the chair next to her). "What's this about?"
"Ron convinced you to take the job," Ginny stated.
"Yes," Hermione said not sure why Ginny had to state that.
"You didn't just take it because you thought it would be a better opportunity," Ginny said.
"No, I mean it is, but I wasn't planning on taking the job …" Hermione said then her eyes went wide. "You didn't know!"
"No, Harry told be last night," Ginny said.
"None of the Weasley …" Hermione starting to breath heavily; they must think that she was a horrible person that doesn't care about family or want them in her son's life.
"I don't think so," Ginny said sadly upon seeing the pain on her friends face. "I thought you didn't care about us … that you cared more about your job … I'm so sorry Hermione …" she said now in tears. "I knew you wouldn't have done that … I should have known …"
"It's okay Ginny," Hermione said hugging her friend absentmindedly (still shocked by what she heard). "I really can see how you could think that."
"Hermione," Ginny said looking at her friend. "Don't worry about the others … I'll make sure that they know this … and I'll make sure that Ron pays for not telling them."
"Thanks," Hermione said in a thick voice. They stayed in the kitchen for almost half an hour reconciling their relationship, until Ginny broke away to say.
"It's time I meet my nephew, don't you think?"
"I really do," Hermione smiled wiping away the tears in her eyes.
They then marched out of the room and Ginny took Arthur, who was in Luna's arms (she had gotten there when Ginny and Hermione were talking). "Hello Ari," Ginny said, Harry had given him that name about two months after Hermione had move to France (and seeing as that was what he always used when he was talking about Arthur it was easy for Ginny to pick it up).
Ari just stared at Ginny for a moment with an odd expression, his eyes were searching and he seemed almost puzzled. Then he reached out and took some of Ginny's hair and was looking at it intently. "'air," he said.
"Yes, it's like yours," Ginny smiled at him taking some of his hair too. Arthur smiled and leaned into Ginny contently.
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It was the next day and Ginny and Harry were at the Burrow for Sunday brunch and everyone was already there. It was almost time to eat and Ginny had resolved to wait until after the meal to ream her brother for not telling the family why Hermione had left.
Molly was in the kitchen looking into the living room where Teddy and Victorie were playing together being watch at the moment by a fairly pregnant Angelina. "I can't believe that she'll be a year old in three weeks," she said tearfully; she was really thinking about her other grandchild that she didn't get to see on his birthday.
"I know, it seems like just last week we could hear Fleur yelling curses in French at Bill from the waiting room," George laughed.
"You won't think it's so funny when Angelina is yelling at you," Bill shot back as he made his way to the living room.
"Harry, how were things yesterday," Molly asked bluntly, she really wanted to know how her grandson was doing.
"It was really nice," Harry smiled. "Ari's grows so much every time I see him and he's really getting the handle on his walking, too bad Hermione didn't let me give him that broom I wanted to for his birthday but hey we can't have everything."
"Right," Molly smiled at the way that Harry's eyes light up when he was talking about Arthur; but she felt a little pang of annoyance at the mention of Hermione, she was the reason why she couldn't see her grandson after all. "You know I really would have liked to be there."
"She wouldn't have minded if you came," Harry said; he always had to defend his friend though he understood the Weasley's hostilities better now.
"No of course not," Molly said bitterly; she did try to keep her feeling about this situation to herself because she knew how hard it was for her son (and Harry) but today, she was really upset about it. She loved Hermione like a daughter and to have her just leave like that made Molly heartbroken. "She just went to another country because of a job and didn't even deem it worthy of telling us about it."
There was a crash from the corner of the room that Ron was sitting in and he was starting opened mouth and wide eyed at his mother.
"Ron, is there something wrong?" Molly said looking concerned for her son.
"I told you, I must of," were the first things that Ron said. (At the same time Ginny whispered fiercely into her boyfriend's ears 'Damnit Harry, why did you have to say that, you've just ruined all my fun!').
"Told us what dear?" Molly said still looking concerned.
"Mum, Hermione didn't just take the job, I made her go," Ron said still looking shocked.
"What?" several for the Weasley that were in the room all yelled (though none as loudly as Molly).
"It's what was best," Ron said, he still believed that though he thought he would have seen his son by now, having Hermione happy had to be what was best.
"How is living in different countries best?" Molly asked fiercely (she had wanted to say something about this for a long time but couldn't say it to her very depressed son). "How is sending her and Arthur away from their family best?"
"She turned down the job at first," Ron said trying to make sure everyone knew that Hermione wanted to be here, that she valued his family. "But it was her dream Mum," Ron said just as fiercely, a pleading tone in his voice (he wanted her to understand why he had to do this). "She's got something that very few people get and it would be a waste if she just threw that away … And she would regret it and I don't want her to regret anything."
"But Ron …" Molly said.
"I made the choice, and she's happy … It was right," Ron said going back to being shocked. "I told you this … I must have."
"I assure you Ronald," Molly said (and noticed Ron flinch when she used his full name). "You did not tell me this." Molly turned away from her son seething a little; she had been unfair to the girl and now she was feeling bad about it.
"Yeah, well it's a good thing that Harry told me this all Friday night," Ginny said; she really didn't want to bring this up that way but the way that her Mum was looking she knew that Molly needed good news. "Because I got to see him and he really is adorable."
"You saw him," Molly and Ron said at the same time with a similar smile on their faces.
"Yeah, I've got a bunch of pictures," Ginny said handing a stack of moving pictures to her Mum and brothers, everyone cooing over them.
Harry walked over to her and whispered in her ear "it really looks like you showed Ron with that."
"Shut up Harry," Ginny said. The rest of the evening was spent with Ginny happily telling everyone about Arthur.
A/N: When I was trying to figure out how to start the conversation about Hermione taking the job I didn't originally think of the Fellowship and her applying for it before they had broken up (I know I had a different way in my head when I first thought it up months ago but seeing as I never wrote it down I didn't remember what it was). Anyways I vaguely mentioned that Ron and Hermione had a fight about it and I didn't want any of the readers that followed Something to Fight for to think that this was the fight that made Ron leave, because it's not (I don't really know what that fight was but I know that it had nothing to do with Hermione's Job).