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AN: Written for WeasleySeeker's Italian Musical Word Challenge
With a resolute bang the front door slammed shut as Hermione Granger marched through the front door. While usually she neatly placed her belongings away in the coat closet, today she flung her coat and bag onto the floor. She stomped across the room and threw an old tin box into the wastebasket.
"I'm so stupid," She muttered angrily as she sat down on the sofa. "Why'd I think it would work? I wasted all that time- so stupid- never would have worked- dumb idea-."
Slowly Ron poked his head around the corner of the sitting room. "Hermione? You alright?"
Plucking up every bit of Gryffindor courage he could muster Ron crossed the room and approached his girlfriend. "What's wrong? Something happen at the ministry?"
"Yes." Hermione spat, "yes something did happen. I brought my proposal up in front of the Department of Magical Creatures today."
"The one about the elves?"
"Yes. And you know what they did? They laughed right in my face. Told me I could take spew and toss it in the bin. Said it'd never amount to anything. No one cares about elf rights. They said I'd have a better chance getting vampire rights." Hermione wiped at an angry tear falling down her cheek.
Ron snuggled loser to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "Well, bugger the ministry. You'll find another way."
"No." Hermione said forcefully, "No I won't. Those ministry prats were right. Who am I kidding? I'll never make a difference. No one will help me; no one wants to help me."
Hermione glanced up, looking into his face. "I'll help you Hermione. And together we can make the ministry and all the rest of the world listen. And we'll make them help us, because you're right. People need to change the way we do things. And who better to change the world then you?"
"Do you really think so?"
"I know so. And you know why? 'Cause you care. You really want to make a difference and you'll put your all into it. Doesn't matter if it takes fifty years, you'll make sure it gets done. You've got mores passion in your pinky finger then the Ministry has all put together."
Hermione couldn't help the grin that widened across her face. "I can do it can't I?"
"Yeah. And if people won't listen you could always have Harry by your sponsor, who wouldn't listen to the Man-Who-Defeated-You-Know-Who?"
AN: I have no idea what just happened. I meant for this to be a story about Luna… And I don't really like Ron and Hermione… So it's true authors really do end up writing totally different things then they intended. Well I hope you liked it, please leave a review!