It had been a month since that incident. He had moved back in with his parents, not being able to live in the apartment that he had shared with Lavender. She still called him, wanting to fix things between them again, but he knew better. He didn't want to be with her. He never did.
He checked his phone, hoping that there was a message from Hermione, but none came. They had arranged for Katrina to spend the last part of summer with him and his family. At least he had something to look forward to.
He got out of bed, yawned and walked over to the window. It was raining. He could see a small black car approaching in the distance; obviously making it's way to the burrow. He squinted, trying to make out the driver, but the rain clouded his vision.
His phone began to ring, and he jumped, startled.
"Hello?"
"Ey, mate, we are on our way to your house. Lady Granger 'ere wants me to let you know that we shall be arriving in a couple of minutes." Came a scruffy voice. Ron frowned.
"Where's Hermione? Can I talk to her?" He heard a shuffling noise in the background.
"Hello?" she whispered.
"Hermione, I didn't know you were dropping her off today!" Ron exclaimed.
"I'm sorry Ron, she's asleep, I'll see you in a bit." Hermione said and the phone cut off. Ron stared at his phone, surprised, but also excited. He grabbed his jacket from his desk and ran out of the room.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Mrs. Weasley asked as Ron ran past their small dining room.
"Katrina, and Hermione, they're here!" he said quickly, putting his boots on.
"Already?" Mrs. Weasley said, drying her hands on her apron. "I haven't finished breakfast! Oh my!" She ran back into the kitchen, waving her wand around. He could hear the clutter of pots and pans and she sang her spells.
He opened the back door, the rain pouring down. He smiled as the car pulled up, honking. The back door opened and Hermione appeared, holding a black umbrella. She looked beautiful in her right gray suit, her hair pinned back with yellow scarf. She was in heels, clutching a little suitcase.
"Hermione!" he said, walking out into the rain. She smiled at him, shooing him back towards the door. Her hands were covered with a fine white glove.
"Ron, get inside! You're going to get sick!" she exclaimed, pushing him back. He stood there.
"I don't care." He smiled at her. "Now, why are you here unannounced? Not that I have a problem with it."
The other side of the car door opened, and Ron was surprised to see a tall man come out of it, one hand on his umbrella and the other hand holding a sleeping Katrina. He bowed his head at Ron and walked over to Hermione's side.
"Ron, this is my fiancé, Noel. We are going on a vacation to France, it wasn't planned." Hermione said, her face turning pink.
Ron looked at the tall Spanish man, his dark black curls framing his face. He had a strong build, with round dark eyes.
"Pleased to meet you," Noel said. "I would shake your hand but I'm tied up at the moment."
Ron said nothing. How could she bring her fiancé to his home? And on top of that have him hold his daughter?
"Well, let's just get Katrina inside, shall we?" Hermione said, trying to break the awkwardness that had settled between them.
Ron didn't move. He couldn't. Hermione and Noel walked by him, both chatting away in Spanish. He felt the water in his boots, and his hair was drenched in water.
"ARGH!" he yelled, kicking the side of the car. The driver honked, rolling his window down.
"If you as much scratch this here car I'll sue you!" the old man yelled. Ron glared at him and walked back into the house.