
Three WeaknessesKlein! Hermione said as she sighed deeply. I said the nifflers were supposed to go to Finster, not the Minister!More Like This
Rubbing her temples, Hermione left a shaken Klein and rushed to the sanctity and organization of her own office. She pulled out a fresh roll of parchment and began to write a memo that apologised to Shacklebolt about his wrecked office and slightly mangled ear.
Her eagle-feather quill skated across the parchment much more quickly than usual. Today had been a long day, and she couldnt wait to get home and see Ron. His hours in the field as an Auror almost always conflicted with

Broomsticks and Trees"Do you see that one there?"More Like This
"Where?"
"That one. The one that looks like a broomstick."
"What? That does not look like a broomstick in the slightest, Ron."
"Of course it does!"
"No, looks more like a tree to me."
"No no no, clearly it's a broomstick. Since when are trees triangular at the top?"
"Since I said so."
Ron laughed heartily and rolled on his side to gaze at Hermione.
She was laughing too; her face as bright as the sun that was shining on it. She was stretched out on the grass, her entire body relaxed, soaking up the wonderful summer weather. The breeze travelled up to the top of the hill on which they were reclining. It ruf

Not Just Handsome"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!"More Like This
Ron's following cough of "Lockhart!" did not go unnoticed by Hermione. How ridiculous, she was only thirteen at the time! She liked to think that she'd grown up in two years' time and moved beyond silly crushes on teachers.
And she had moved beyond that! She was quite focused on her schoolwork, unlike a couple of her friends that she could mention. Her classes didn't leave time for her to ogle boys, unlike a couple of her roommates that she could mention. So it was completely ridiculous for Ron to suggest that she liked Cedric Diggory just because he's handsome.
If she was goi

I Choose YouI get it. You choose him.More Like This
Hermione had never heard Ron say something so untrue. As she ran out into the night after him, screaming his name, all she wanted to do was tell Ron that she did choose him. She always had.
This memory came to Hermione as she lay in her bed, with Ron snoring loudly beside her. The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds of the window, and the room was slowly bathed in golden light.
As she continued to watch Ron sleeping, even more memories came flooding into her mind to complement the one from the Horcrux hunt.
She was in fourth year, and she was standing at opposite sides of the common room from Ron. Both o