Quick Summary: The world is back to the way it should be, no Voldemort anymore, and everyone has gone his or her own way. Then Hermione is invited by her old friend Ron to celebrate christmas at the Burrow. She accepts this welcome opportunity to see everyone again and has to face a little more than she bargained for.
Ginny is still in a never-ending period of mouring and George is showing an interest in her that no one expected but Fred. She has to learn to be honest with herself and see that she feels the same. But when everything seems to go perfectly fine, one of George's old flames butts in and George has to make sure he doesn't make the wrong choice.
Will he hurt her? And what if he does? Will there be another Weasley to look out for Hermione's feelings? Of course there will be ;) But how and who is still a mystery

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This is just a figment of my imagination

The Better Weasley

Chapter one: Office Life

"Granger! We need you in here now! And bring the damned coffee."

Hermione let out a loud sigh.

"Yes sir." She said tiredly.

"Better get moving. You know what they're like." Said a girl with sleek brown hair that barely reached her shoulders.

Hermione nodded. "Yeah, I know. Can you owl this for me? If they keep asking me to do other things like making coffee, I'll never get round to doing it and then they'll have another excuse to yell at me."

The girl nodded.

"Thanks Tess. You known how much I need this job."

Hermione stuffed a file between her teeth and picked up the tray that was waiting next to the coffee machine before shuffling her way into the office next to her desk.

"Here you go, sir." She said when she had handed out the coffee and the file.

"Yes, thank you." Said a man with black hair. "Vivian, coffee?"

Hermione watched the woman next to him smile and nod. She noticed how the woman's foot gently stroked his leg under the table.

She snorted. Immediately the two of them looked up at her.

"Miss Granger, anything else?"

"No mister Andersson."

"Then why are you still here? I'm sure you haven't owled that piece of mail I handed you to copy this morning. Our client said he needed it today, so get on it."

"Yes sir."

"And don't forget about those Emmerdale files." The woman added, while stirring her coffee.

"No miss Kramer, I'll get right to it."

Hermione turned around and left the office. She slumped down behind her desk and let her head touch the surface.

"Don't ask." She said when Tess took a deep breath. "Those two really don't like me, do they."

"They're your bosses. Of course they don't like you, that's what superiors do." Tess said.

"But I can do so much more than just owling things and handing out coffee. I didn't apply for this internship to become a secretary or a waitress."

Tess gigled.

"Well, I've got something that will cheer you up." She said happily.

Hermione looked at her surprised.

"You've got mail." Tess tossed her a small letter.

Greedily Hermione opened it.

"It's from Ron!" she exclaimed

"What does it say?"

"He wants to know if I can have lunch with him today. It's been ages since I've seen him..."

"Well, then go!" Tess said.

"I will. Of course I will. What time is it now?"

"Ten to eleven."

Hermione grabbed a quill from the inkwell on her desk and scribbled a reply on the back of the letter.

"I'm using a company owl for this." She said defiantly. "It's not like they'll know."

Tess laughed. "Don't worrry. I'll cover for you. Oh, and can you give these to the secretary at the end of the hall? Mr. Hoot said he wanted to take a look at those scrolls before noon."

Hermione nodded and took the scrolls Tess handed her.

"How a nice man like that ever ended up stuck with these to ego-maniacs in the head-office, I'll never know." She muttered.


"Ron! It's so good to see you!" Hermione jumped up from the table and hugged her friend tightly.

"Hello Hermione. How have you been?" he said, smiling fondly.

"Well, alright, I suppose."

Ron raised his eyebrow. "Just alright? Not better than 'alright'?"

"Well, it's still hard for me, you know. I still find it hard when I think about it. And...well, I'm sorry I didn't stay in contact more with you after all that has happened."

"Yeah, me too. I feel we've grown apart more than I would have wanted to."

"It's because of Harry. It's fear...I think."

Ron looked at her. "Fear?"

"Fear to lose more than we already have."

"Oh, I see."

"I wished that we could have dealt with it together. But you had to take care of Ginny, I know. And I couldn't face her after what I said to her. I had to go."

"It's been so long and still she won't try and be happy." He said darkly. "And having Fleur and Bill showing off their kids isn't helping either...I'm afraid she'll sink even further into a depression than she already has."

Hermione placed her hand on his. "You understand though, don't you? They loved each other so much."

"We all cared about him, one way or another." Ron said quietly.

"But she loved him more than that. And now that he's gone she's alone." Hermione said even more quietly. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have brought it up. This was supposed to be something merry, not an afternoon of funeral talk."

"But it's good to talk about it. Not shutting it out like Ginny is doing. But you're right. Now is not the time. I'd rather talk about you and your work. How is life at Andersson, Hoot & Kramer?"

Hermione let out a loud sigh. "It's horrible. Hoot is a nice old bloke, but he's hardly ever there. And the other two are treating me like an errand-girl. I took that internship to learn more about working at a lawfirm, to become a good lawyer. Not to learn how to make coffee."

Ron grinned. "You do really look tired. Are they really working you that hard?"

"Yeah...my third year at Hogwarts was nothing compared to this, time traveling and all. But what about you, I can't see you still doing that boring deskjob at Gringotts."

He shook his head. "I'm in Quidditch now actually."

"Really?" she said surprised. "What team?"

"Well..." he looked down an his ears reddened ever so slightly. "...the Tutshill Thunderclouds."

She looked confused. "Thunderclouds? I thought they were called the Tornado's."

Ron shook his head. "No...I'm with the Thunderclouds...it's their...It's the Tornado's..er...youth team."

Hermione looked at him curiously. "You're on the youth team? Aren't you a bit too old for that?"

Ron's ears now turned a deep shade of crimson. "I'm not really on the team...I'm...I'm the kiddie coach."

He avoided her eyes desperately. But instead of hearing her burst into a fit of laughter, she just stared at him with pleased surprise all over her face.

"Ron...children's coach...that's wonderful!"

"You don't think it's a stupid job?"

"No, I don't." She said encouragingly. "It sounds great! You're doing something you love and passing it on to others at the same time. That sounds like the perfect job to me. That's all anyone would ever want, right?"

"Fleur doesn't think so...And I'm sure Percy would disagree with you too. Not that we're talking to him again..."

"Well, just ignore them. It sounds like the perfect job for you."

He smiled. "You know, I miss this. These talks we used to have. I hope we'll stay in touch more than we did after..."

"Me too. It really feels good to be here with you. I missed it too."

"Won't it be weird without Harry there?" he asked.

"Is it weird now?" she asked back.

He wondered about it. "Well...a bit. Perhaps. But it feels good too."

They smiled.

"Hey, I have a great idea!" Ron said suddenly. "Why don't you come over next weeked?"

"Next weekend? But that's during the Christmas holiday..."

"I know. It would be good to have you over at the Burrow again. Unless you have anything else planned, that is."

"Hmm, let me think." She said sarcastically. "Skip the Andersson, Hoot & Kramer Christmas party for a delicious, mouthwatering christmas dinner with you and your family...Ron, I'd love to."

He beamed. "See, I knew you would. And perhaps it will be good for Ginny too."

"Do you think she has forgiven me?" she asked as she stood up.

"I think so." Ron said reassuringly. "And I'm positive that talking to you will help her."

He stood up too.

"I hope so, Ron. I really do."

"Then I'll see you next Friday. Shall I pick you up from work? We could go together."

"Sure, that's fine. I finish at five thirty."

Ron hugged her.

"Then it's a date." He joked.

She laughed and pecked his cheek. "I have to go now. See you Friday!"


Ron watched her skip out the door, wrapping a woolen shawl around her neck. It would be good to have her over at the Burrow again. A bit like how it used to be.


AN: It might be a bit slow now, but the emotions will get twisting and turning soon :D Please R&R and let me know what you think!