Three days later
[Hermione]
Me, Ron, Harry and Ginny were sitting in the living room along with Mr. Weasley and George. George still looked depressed. There was an awkward silence hung between us which was broken by Mr. Weasley.
"So, what are plans, what are you going to do next."
George got up to leave the instant Dad finished speaking.
"Never mind," he said, ignoring his bluntness.
Ginny said that she wantes to go back to Hogwarts. Harry and Ron said that they want to become an Auror.
And I was the only one left.
"And you Hermione?" Mr. Weasley asked.
I. Was. Devasted.
Neither Ron nor Harry want to go back to Hogwarts. I don't know how they will react to my decesion. What should I do?
"I... I was thinking I will go back to Hogwarts for my seventh year?"
[Ron]
Exactly what I feared would happen has happened. Of course she will want to go back. I should have known that. Infact, I have always known that. Deep down in my heart I have always known that she will want to go back. How could I even expect her not to. I should support her. She needs my support. What was I thinking? I didn't even bother about her feelings. Of course, she would be sad too. I am so selfish. What have I done?
Some days later
It was decided now, Hermione and Ginny would go back to Hogwarts and I and Harry will proceed to Auror training. How am I going to live without Hermione? I was sitting alone until now when Harry came inside.
"Upset?" He asked.
"Yes."
Harry sighed.
"C'mon Ron, you knew she would want to go back."
"I am not upset with her, but with the situation. I can't imagine what I am going to do without her."
"I know Ron, I am feeling the same."
I actually had not realised that he was sad too because of Ginny leaving.
"You know what Ron? I think we should spend the time we have with them now. What do you say? We go on a double date?"
"Best idea ever," I said grinning.
"I know, well thanks."
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