Author: sweetx3 PM
Ron and Hermione are best friends with an admirable balance in being freinds and roommates. They learn to seperate and understand platonic feelings from love. They've never been together but it's been miracle waiting to happen.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Ron W. & Hermione G. - Chapters: 20 - Words: 34,210 - Reviews: 165 - Favs: 38 - Follows: 54 - Updated: 04-30-07 - Published: 06-18-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2999059
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I live with my best friend Hermione Granger. God, I thought it would difficult but it's worse than that. She's a girl and is repulsed by every manly thing that I do. Well, so what if I don't always do laundry, or clean my bathroom, or put the seat down. I can be good! I try at least. Thankfully, she thinks that's good enough. I would probably be living with Harry but he has some need for privacy while he gets over the shock of beating Voldemort. He also needs a place the press can't find easily. The apartment I live in is in London, not that difficult to find.
Well, anyway back to my living arrangements. Hermione and I live in a three bedroom, two bathroom apartment, with a kitchen, and large living room. It's nice and I have connections…yeah I'm good like that, so we only have to pay half the actual rent. Two words. Hell yeah. The only problem I have is; Hermione gets the room with the bathroom. She says people (guys) will get the hall bathroom dirty and she's couldn't use it. But, it wouldn't matter to me since I have hygiene problems already. Nice.
Right now I'm at work and making calls so I can secure an arena for the Qudditch World Cup. I am Head of the International Games and Sports Department. Just kidding. I'm working on it, though. I work along side the Head. Basically, I find locations, promoters, ect. It's where I get my connections. I get a good salary so life's good. Hermione works in St. Mungo's. She's a Head Healer, already. After only working there for three years. She seems to get a good paycheck too because she goes shopping with Ginny all the damn time. Ginny's an unspeakable, which is dangerous but she'll kill me if I told her that. She's a genius like Bill, Charlie, and fucking Percy. Thank Merlin, which means she's too smart to be seduced by all those bad people. There's Harry, the guy she should be with not even trying to get her. Harry, by the way, is an Unspeakable too, so his work life is a secret just like Ginny's.
"RON!" Shouted McFlour, Head of the Department.
"Yeah, Boss?" I asked casually.
"I need a dozen of vintage Cleansweep 200's by Friday!" he panted.
"Don't worry about it, I know a guy." I said nonchalantly. Connections
"Weasley, you'll go far!" he smiled at me. "Get on it!"
Shit, now I have to work. But…life is pretty damn good.
"WE NEED A BEZOAR, OR SHE'LL DIE!" Someone shouted behind me.
"I have it, Sarah, calm down. Keep it professional!" I said for the third time in the past hour.
The woman I was attempting to heal was poisoned by her house elf. The elf put a cleaning product in her tea instead of sugar. To add to the pressure of saving a life and with only five minutes to do it I had interns seeing how to work under pressure. One intern, Sarah, wouldn't shut the hell up. The girl needed a calming drought. The girl needed a desk job that didn't require pressure.
I finished curing the woman. She was livid and ended up giving her house elf a scarf. I gave the house elf a card. It was given to all house elves that got fried because of a deadly accident. It was the address of a widow who liked having house elves for company. She had about fifty. I liked her; she actually treated the elves with respect. Lately that's all that I could ask for considering what we call humanity.
I was ready to go home and complain to Ron. When I got there everything was quiet. I checked his room. Before I went in I heard noises. So it a hook up. Ron was always on a dates now a days. It's what his job brought on. Good job equals gold diggers. Who cares?
I strolled into my room and dropped my bag and books. I then turned to the bathroom. I took a long, hot bath, with bubbles and everything. When I got out and dried my hair which was now SILKY, short, and curly after all these damn years of dry, frizzy hair I finally got it to calm down. I finished drying up and pulled on some clothes. I walked out to the living room and turned on the T.V. We had it because being a muggle-born without a television was insane. Then I got some ice cream. I sat down on the couch and relaxed and was at peace then...
"RONNIE, STOP IT!"
Damn it, Ron's stupid, ass girl. I usually annoyed the hell out of them. Either by intimidating them by being smart or because I evasively say 'I live with Ron and YOU don't'. Hey, I'm not jealous, Ron just has bad taste. It's my job as the best friend to make sure he's with the right girl. The right girl just decided to screw around with Ron by not coming into his life.
"See you, later," Ron said to some girl. He was near the front door.
"Ron," I said walking towards him. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
Ron's eyes narrowed and he said, "Hermione this is Lemon. Lemon this is Hermione my room mate"
Lemon? I don't know if it would be better if Lemon was her real name or a pet name.
I smiled at Lemon and shook her hand. She was smiling, but now she was frowning.
"Nice to meet you!" I said happily.
"Same here," she said in an icy voice.
Not a good one. Bleached blonde, fake boobed stereotype.
Well, I have to go. Bye Ron!...Hermione.
"Do you have to do that every time I bring a girl home?" Ron said in an annoyed voice.
"You know you're glad I do it. If I didn't you'd have to dump them. Everyone knows you're horrible at that, remember Lavender?" I laughed.
"How was your day?" He asked, ignoring my comment.
"Horrible as usual." I said. "Yours?"
"Great as usual!" He smirked.
"Asshole," I murmured.
He just laughed and took my hand and led me to the living room. I accioed another spoon and we shared the pint of ice cream.
"You should date!" He exclaimed.
"I do!" I said, offended.
"No, you don't!" He said. "Only sometimes."
"Ron, you told me, when we were eighteen, if I ever dated a guy you would kill me and the guy." I reminded him.
"So? I was probably drunk!" He said.
"Where will I meet someone? I see them same people everyday, unlike you!" I cried.
"I'll find someone for you!" He said as if it was the most brilliant thing that ever came out of his mouth.
"Where?" I asked lazily.
"Well, there's this one guy I know. He likes books and sarcasm just like you!" Ron chuckled.
"Okay!" I said unfazed by his joke.
"Really?" He said in a serious tone.
"Yepp, set me up!" I said. "I need a break from work, ice cream, and messing with your flings!"
We went to bed after a little while.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of Ron's shower. Uggg, the walls were too thin! I wasn't exactly a morning person either. I dragged myself out of bed and brushed my teeth then I went into the shower. After thirty minutes of scrubbing. I dressed myself, brushed my hair, and put on a little make up.
By the time I got to the kitchen Ron had food laid out. One of the pro's of living with one of Mrs. Weasley's children. Bacon, eggs, and toast waited for me on a plate.
"Morning, Sunshine!" Ron called from the kitchen to annoy me. I just growled in response.
"I have to go meet with this guy for some old brooms!" Ron said just as I sat down. I'll talk to that guy for you after I finish that up.
"Sure," I said sleepily.
Ron gave me a quick peck on the cheek and apparated out the apartment.
I finished my breakfast and apperated to St. Mungo's. Once I got to my office my secretary called me to go to the Trauma Ward. I am praying I don't have any interns breathing down my neck so I can actually do my work without hating it.
"Healer Granger, this man has been attacked by a vampire and he needs someone to talk so sense into him. He's tried to jump out the window twice today."
"Goody and its only 8:30!" I said sarcastically to Healer Robinson who frowned at me.
"What's his name?" I asked.
"Joel Hendricks," Robinson answered.
"Joel?" I asked to a quiet man staring out a window.
"Yeah?" he said rudely.
"I heard about your condition." I tried.
"Really" he said sarcastically. "When I tried to jump off the widow ledge and told the world about my problem or from another damn healer."
"Look, people are worse off than you so stop mopping around. We have a potion that you must take every night and you'll be fine. You don't have to tell people and you don't have to put it on your resume when you're applying for a job, that's only for werewolves. If you don't like the potion you could always be given a shot that drives away the cravings and you could live off of blood given to you once a month." I said sternly. All I could think of was Remus Lupin. He had it much worse. His best friends were dead. He tore his insides out once a month and he had to take care of a family. He never once complained and here was this man who had a small problem. In fact, some people purposely got bit by vampires because they thought it was appealing.
The man gapped at me, but then nodded and continued to stare out the window.
"Excuse me?" a timid voice behind me said after I walked out of the Trauma Ward and into the elevator.
"Yes?" I said smiling at a little girl who was calling my name.
"I want to see my mommy!" She said her voice trembling.
"What's you're name?" I asked her.
"Lyn," she answered.
"Well, do you know where she is?" I asked.
"She had my little brother last night." The child said. I was with, Daddy, he works here and he left me with Mommy. She went to sleep and I got bored so I left and now I don't know where I am.
"Aw, we'll find your mother, okay?" I assured her.
I took her to the Maternity Ward.
"What's your Mommy's name?" I asked.
"Sheryl Mason," Lyn said.
I asked the receptionist for a Sheryl Mason.
"Room 301." She said while reading her magazine.
I took Lyn to her mother's room to find crying woman and man I recognized at Healer Mason.
"Oh thank Merlin!" Sheryl Mason cried.
You can guess the whole family hugs and I so glad your back thing happened. The parents thanked me and I left so the family could have some privacy.
"Mate!" I called to a friend.
"Ron," he responded.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go out with a friend of mine. I offered to set her up with a guy I thought she might like and she might like you." I said.
"What's she like?" He asked.
"Well, Rob, she's a healer. Smart as hell, fun, and nice." I said.
"She's not one of those nice to her friends and crazy around guys types is she?" He asked me.
"Nahh," I said.
"What does she look like?" He asked.
"She has brown hair, brown eyes, thin, nice smile, maybe 5'7 in height." I described.
Rob contemplated for a while. Getting a guy like Rob O' Green to agree to a blind date was difficult but Ron was Rob were good friends.
"Alright, then!" he said finally. "I'll take her out to dinner tonight at eight!"
"Great!" I said cheerfully.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ITS 1:30!"I roared.
"I was on that date you found for me." Hermione said whiling raising one, perfect eyebrow.
"IT'S LATE!" I bellowed.
"Calm down, Dad!" She said sarcastically.