A/N: Hope you liked the Harry chapter, although its a lil' depresssing. Let's hope Ron makes you happy again :D

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Ron Weasley Reveals

After my shocking interview with Harry Potter, I have been working relentlessly to find a way of talking to his best friend, Ronald Weasley, 38. It has been difficult, I admit, to track him down. But my tireless efforts have now paid off, and it was just yesterday when I finally managed to catch up with the lovely man himself.

It is seven o' clock in the morning on a miserable rainy Monday and I have spent the past hour travelling up and down in the lift inside the Ministry of Magic hoping against hope that the next person to step into the lift with me will be the person I want to talk to. The lift stops at Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which includes the Auror headquarters, (the most likely place for our Auror in question to be found). The wizard next to me, a tall and balding man, steps out into the long corridor amongst a swarm of zooming memos which swirls and flutters around my head. The grate of the lift begins to slide closed when I glimpse a shock of red hair emerging from an open door to the right of the corridor. My stomach turns as I am so close to missing my chance. I jolt forward and jam my foot between the grate and the side of the lift. I attempt to push the grates apart but they seem intent on crushing my face and not allowing my exit. The remaining Ministry officials in the lift titter uncomfortably. It is with great effort and strain that I finally manage to heave myself through the lift out into the narrow, marble-floored corridor.

"Stop! Mr. Weasley!" I cry as the tall, gangly figure disappears around the corner. He appears not to hear me and continues on his way. I weave hectically through the crowd of witches, wizards and memos, receiving many looks of distaste as I knock some of them aside. I turn the corner and run straight into the one person I was most anxious to meet.

"Merlin's pants!" he cries, as I smack headlong into his stomach, which is just about where my head reaches on this towering figure.

He stumbles, balancing himself by gripping the head of a small magical maintenance worker. He apologizes profusely to the disgruntled fellow and turns to face me; he glares down at me with astonishingly blue eyes, a look of bemused horror on his face. He has a pale complexion, spattered with freckles. His hair is mid-length, a shocking, fiery red, and he is at least a foot taller than myself. It is a strain on my neck to look up at him, and so I immediately cut to the chase, hoping to move somewhere more intimate (where I can sit down) and we can talk freely.

After much persuasion, I have succeeded in luring him to an empty room filled with odd contraptions supposedly used in the process of catching dark wizards. He still looks uncomfortable and unwilling to be in my presence. I hope that when I reveal my intentions he will be more at ease.

"Mr. Weasley," I say, gazing into his eyes. "Or can I call you Ron?"

He looks slightly disconcerted. "No, Mr. Weasley's fine," he half snaps. "I am in the middle of my shift, you know, there are dark wizards waiting to be caught while you are flapping around wasting my life."

I worry about how this interview will pan out, and I nervously continue.

"So, er, Mr. Weasley, I won't beat about the bush. I am Violet Higgins, Daily Prophet reporter"- he raises his eyebrow and I can tell he is remembering my predecessor, dear old Rita-"and I have come to interview you about your part in the downfall of Lord Voldemort." At my words his eyes light up and a grin spreads across his face. I can tell I am onto a winning battle.

"Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I have a few minutes to spare." He laughs and I immediately warm to him.

"So, as Harry Potter's best friend, I presume you had a very important part to play in his quest… that we… know so little about." He catches onto my hint right away and starts revealing all. I can tell that he has no objection to letting his name be known.

"Of course, I was very important to Harry during the difficult 7 years at Hogwarts. I offered him moral support right from the beginning to the very end. I think he valued my friendship a great deal and it was good for him to be friends with someone who treated him as a person and not something to gawp at through bars. I was his rock."

"Oh, wow, Mr. Weasley! You certainly are one of a kind!"

He laughs in mock modesty and brushes my compliment aside. "Call me Ron." I smile at him.

"Oh, thank you Ron. I am glad we have reached this parley at last! So, I understand that there have been… disagreements, for want of a better term. How did you feel during these times? Were you too stubborn to admit you were wrong? Did your separation from Harry make you realize how much you needed each other?"

"I wasn't wrong; I stand by what I felt at the time. Whenever we clashed I just thought that we both needed time out. The reasons for the clashes were entirely valid of course, though Hermione did not think so. I admit, I am quite stubborn, but that's what you get from living with six brothers and sisters." His smile fades as the realization hits him. "Five, five brothers and sisters." My heart breaks for him as I remember the tragic loss of one of his elder twin brothers. I move on and rapidly try to change the subject.

"So, you mentioned Hermione back then, Hermione Granger was it?" Although I already know the answer to this, I would like to give him chance to tell me himself.

"Yeah, Hermione Granger. Now Hermione Weasley though." He smiles and rubs his chin, perhaps intentionally flashing a gold wedding ring on his left hand.

"Oh, so then… was it a teenage romance?" I wink at him jovially, egging him on. He guffaws at this question. I can tell he is enjoying himself.

"Well I suppose I always had a soft spot for her but it was blatant that she liked me in that way for a long time," he says with vigor. "She constantly hinted at me, and appeared incredibly jealous at the many girlfriends I had throughout my school life." I smile at him with encouragement.

"So what do you have to say about the romance between your wife and famous Quidditch sensation Viktor Krum?"

He looks slightly miffed. "I was never jealous, of course, because I knew she had no feelings for him and she only liked me in that way. In fact, I had no problem with them being together because it got her off my back for a few months." I raise my eyebrow but say nothing. He seems in a happy place right now so I do not question him further on his high-school romances.

"You played Quidditch alongside Harry from your fifth year and onwards, I believe? Tell me more."

"I suppose to begin with, to be honest, I sucked. I admit it!" I smile to myself; at least he is not afraid to tell the truth about Quidditch as he was to be frank about his love life. "I loved to play but I lacked confidence in my keeping skills. The competition between the houses became so intense that the Slytherins…err… made up a song about me."

"Care to elaborate?"

He narrows his eyes. "No, not really. It certainly didn't help me with my confidence. It wasn't until my sixth year that I finally got the boost I needed. Harry had won some liquid luck, and he pretended to put it in my pumpkin juice on the morning of the match against Slytherin. I thought the whole time that he really had put it in, which of course was his plan, the sly old dog." He winks at me. My stomach turns at his cheeky personality. "That gave me the confidence I needed and it showed me that I could do it, after all."

He smiles at me widely. As the interview has progressed I have felt myself warm to Harry Potter's best friend and I can see the qualities that make him so likeable.

"Tell me more about your children, Hugo and Rose is it?"

"Yes, that's them. They are the most important people in my life, as I bet most parents' children are. Rose is in her second year at Hogwarts now and she is doing brilliantly." His face brightens and he looks very proud. "Thankfully she has got her mother's brains," he chortles and I laugh loudly. Maybe a little too loudly, as he seems rather insulted. I cough and blush, desperately searching for another question in my mind.

"So, err, do you enjoy your job? Was it a struggle to get to be an Auror?"

"I love it, I always wanted to be an Auror when I was younger and my Hogwarts teachers frequently told me what an excellent one I would make." Once again I feel my eyebrow begin to raise but I control myself to avoid any other awkward moments. He seems to not have noticed my internal struggle and I allow him to continue, as he seems to love talking about his success as an Auror.

"It's the best feeling when I catch a dark wizard; to know that there is one less threat in the world and that once again, thanks to me, more people are safe in their homes."

"Tell me more about Hermione. She works in the Ministry of Magic as well, I believe?"

" Yeah, she does. I know, I can get her now!"

Before I can protest he leaps up, turns on the spot and with a crack Disapparates. It is about two minutes later when I hear two cracks, stand up in surprise, and the couple in question appear before my eyes.

"Violet," Ron says, as if he has known me for years, "this is my wife, Hermione Weasley." She looks flustered and as ordinary as ever. The couple have barely had time to sit down before there is a crash outside and the very same small maintenance man as Ron had used to right himself previously pushes open the door to the small room we have occupied and says:

"Mr. Weasley, we need you, there has been a situation on Oxford Street involving three Muggles, two dark wizards and a teapot. I think you'd better come with me."

Ron looks desperately for one of us to save him but Hermione nods encouragingly and shoves him towards the door. He grumbles and mutters his goodbyes. This is not how I wanted us to part but he seems in demand and so I let him go with reluctance. It seems I am now alone with Mrs. Weasley and so I shrug and resume my seat. I may as well take this opportunity and get two interviews in one week.

"So, Mrs. Weasley, is it?"

She purses her lips and I can tell she is not as willing as her husband was.

"It is."

I continue to question her, but of course, I want to add a bit of suspense to your lives so I will wait until next week's column to reveal all.

The days events were fascinating, if not surprising, and I feel that the long chase I had to pursue to find Mr. Weasley was entirely worth it. I have warmed a great deal to him and I'm sure you have too. I believe that his answers were eye opening to me and I think that he is a kind and loveable person. Harry's choice in his best friend is one I understand completely. Read on next week and find out more about Harry Potter's companions. I hope that you will all like Hermione as I am sure you like Ron. Thanks for reading, my faithful fans, I couldn't do this without you for inspiration. Much love!

A/N: Hope you liked Ron, Hermione is very almost ready now (:

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