Hey, guys! I'm going to try and write a sucessful Dramione Fan Fiction! This idea is purely mine, although I do not own any Harry Potter content in this story. Everything but the plot belongs to JK Rowling, our stunning queen!
I've dedicated this to AlwaysDramione, because she is an AMAZING AUTHOR! Seriously, read her stories, especially I'll Fight for You and its sequel. You won't regret it! This is for you, because you inspired me through your story to at least try to write this Fan Fiction.
Enjoy, everyone!
~Stellee123
The wind bit sharply at Hermione's skin as she pulled her jacket around her more tightly. She tucked her head into the crook of the fabric, feeling its heat envelope her chin. It was a bitterly frigid day. The coldest on record for that year, to be exact. Including the wind, temperatures were dropping to -30 degrees Fahrenheit.
And what was Hermione Jean Granger doing out in such weather? Well, for one thing, it was nothing she was being forced to do. No, instead of curling up inside with cocoa, a blanket, and Wuthering Heights, the 28 year old girl was hurrying along the streets of Diagon Alley in search of her husband, Ronald Weasley.
Hermione bounced quickly down the cobbled streets, waving one of her gloved hands at people she knew, or, more often, didn't know. Everyone in the Wizaring World would snap to attention at the words 'Hermione Granger,' for she was famous. Ever since Harry, Ron, and Hermione had defeated Lord Voldemort, praise was being dished left and right for the trio. They were everywhere! Magazines, The Daily Prophet, even new books! The famousness was somewhat nice, but Hermione would have much rather preferred being just an average girl, though one would probably not call Hermione an average girl, for she was the most intelligent witch of her age.
A tinkling bell and comforting wall of heat served relief to Hermione as she stepped inside Ron's small shop. A few costumers lurked around the Wealsey's Qudditch Supplies, only glancing up briefly to see Hermione. Hermione smiled gently at them, hurrying past and into the back room.
"Ron?' she called softly, walking from the back room into his office. Ronald Weasley set down some important paperwork and smiled brightly at his wife. "Hey, 'Mione." he said, standing up to give her a hug.
Hermione burrowed into his arms, breathing in the scent of freshley mowed grass, peppermint toothpaste, and new Qudditch robes. She smiled to herself, closing her eyes. "I missed you." she murmured softly as he carresed her hair.
"I missed you, too, love." Ron said, releasing her. He kissed her forhead gently. "How's the Christmas Tree decorating going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hermione grinned. "Very well," she said. "Teddy and James are hanging homemade ornaments... Maybe I shouldn't have left them alone with George. Who knows what kind of contraptions they have!" she fretted.
Ron laughed lightly. "Relax, Hermione. I'm sure they're fine. James common sense."
"Yes," Hermione said, scowling. "As much as a Flobberworm!"
But Hermione couldn't help but laugh when she saw Ron's amused expression. Oh, how she loved him. He always knew how to entertain her, and despite his occasional moronic ways, was pretty intelligent. They had a wonderful relationship built on trust and honesty. So far, everything was just brilliant bewteen them.
Of course, the subject of children was being discussed, but Hermione wanted to wait a bit. She didn't want theirs and Ginny and Harry's children to be exactly the same age. She'd rather have her first child be at least a few years younger than James and Teddy, who were taking entirely after their mischevious uncle George. Teddy was five and James was 3. And to make the topic of children even broader, Bill and Fleur had a 4 year old daughter, Victoire, and a 2 year old, Dominique. Plus, Ginny was 4 months pregnant with another boy, whom she was going to name Albus.
Ron unlaced his arms from around Hermione and walked back to the desk. He shuffled together some papers and placed them in his briefcase. "Just let me inform Smith of closing up and we'll be on our way." he said, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on while Hermione studied the pictures on Ron's desk. Two were of him and Hermione, and the other was the trio all together. Hermione picked up the trio picture and smiled. It was the end of 5th year, and they all looked extremely happy. Even Harry, who had just lost a Godfather and another battle with Voldemort. That seemed so long ago, and it kind of was. Now they were all 28, and it had been 10 years since they'd left Hogwarts.
"I know, that picture's old, but I just can't get it out of here..." Ron said, smiling faintly as he put his arm around Hermione.
"I love it," Hermione said. "It holds so many memories." she finished, trailing off as they walked out of the office and through the back room to the main store.
Ron told Smith, the last remaining employee of the day, to lock up at eight and then the couple left, walking quickly through the wispy night air.
"What do you want for dinner?" Hermione asked as they neared their large shared apartment they lived in with Harry, Ginny, James, and soon to be Albus.
"It doesn't matter," Ron said. "I'll eat anything."
Hermione laughed. "That's true," she joked, unlocking the door and walking in, with Ron behind her. The two unbundled themselves from jackets, hats, gloves, and boots, placing them on the nearest heater to dry. They walked into the large living room and saw Teddy, James, and George all struggling to put the angel on the top of the tree. Geroge was lifting Teddy, while James shouted instructions on how to place it and where to move. Finally, the angel was secure on the top bristels. Hermione clapped cheerfully, hugging Teddy and James.
"Why don't you two go build a snow man while I make your favourite dinner - spaghetti and garlic bread?" she suggested.
Teddy and James agreed, racing each other to the threshold for their outing attire.
Hermione grinned and walked into the kitchen while George and Ron sat down to watch Muggle Football on TV. She got out all of the ingrediants and supplied, setting the noodles to a boil. Then, she mixed together all of the items for sauce, creating her special recipie. The garlic bread baked slowly in the oven, and she seasond it frequently. When the noodles were done, Hermione put them in a strainer in the sink. She set the table and called the boys in. After that, she took out the break and served the children while Ron and Geroge made their plates.
Just then, the door opened and James and Teddy jumped up, scrambling to the door. There was laughter and Ginny and Harry walked into the kitchen, still in their coats and acsessories. James clung to Ginny, while Teddy clung to Harry. Hermioen coaxed them off of the two adults and back into their chairs, where they began to stuff themselves with dinner. Hermione and Ginny chatted, after Ginny took her attire off, while Ginny and Harry dished themselves Hermione's masterpiece. The whole family sat down to eat, praying first, and then sharing stories about their days while they ate. Hermione and Ginny laughed at the funny stories the two children said, while Ron, Harry, and George discussed the stories in the Daily Prophet. One story caught Hermione's attention, though.
"Did you read that article on the former Death Eaters? Says they've all escaped from Azkaban! Even Malfoy's father." Harry said, a serious look in his eyes.
"How did they escape?! I thought security was tigheter than ever!" Ron excalimed, clinking his fork on against his plate.
"Well, with You-Know-Who out of the way now," George began, witha grateful look to Harry, "they didn't think it would be much of a problem trying to keep about a dozen or so screwed up wizards in Azkaban, of all place, when they don't have a leader anymore..."
"I guess, but still..." Ron said, shaking his head.
Hermione turned her attention away from the conversation, trying to focus on what James was saying about spraying a girl with yoghurt. Her mind whirled, though. All of the Death Eaters out of Azakban? This was huge news! What would happen? Something, surely. Or maybe not, considering George's point of not having a leader. But Death Eater's were not a group to give up after losing their Alpha, no. They had to have a plan. But what?
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