Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

urst in to tears when she looked at her son and his fiancé. The Grangers, who were sitting right across
from Ron and Hermione, tried to start a conversation a few times, and after getting distracted by food
and other Weasleys they finally managed to start talking with the two of them.
"Ron," started Mr. Granger, "I can't believe we didn't get to this type of stuff when we were in
Australia. But I guess with all the packing, we never thought of it." He smiled good naturedly, "We,
that is my wife and I, want to know more about you. Hermione's told us a bit, but obviously she can't
have told us everything." Ron saw him direct a smile towards Hermione, and could tell that she was
blushing.
"Oh, well, there really isn't that much to tell," Ron took Hermione's hand under the table. Once again
he was starting to feel completely inadequate, Hermione deserved better than him. Then the voice that
had only recently appeared started, it told him that she didn't want better, she wanted him.
"Oh, there has to be something," Mrs. Granger said, "for instance, Hermione never told us what you
wanted to do after you were done with school."
"Oh," said Ron, he hadn't really thought about it much, "well, I don't really know."
Hermione turned to him, a puzzled expression on her face, "I thought you wanted to be an Auror?" she
said.
"Well, I did, but after this year, I want something a bit calmer, at least for a little while." Ron looked
down at his fiancé, looking for the disappointment on her face. He didn't find any, all he saw was love,
and a bit of puzzlement. "George offered me a job this afternoon actually, he said that after I left school
he'd take me on as a full partner in his shop; that means half the prophets."
Ron saw a small spark in Hermione's eye; she knew how much WWW made. Ron turned back to
Hermione's parents, "My brother owns a joke shop, and it's been doing really well."
Hermione's father nodded, "Hermione told us a bit about it before she blocked our memories," he
looked around, "I'm sorry about what happened to his twin, the way 'Mione tells it, they were genii
(plural of genius) when it came to that type of stuff."
Ron felt pride swell up in him, "yeah, they were," he smiled slightly as he put his arm around
Hermione. She smiled at him and leaned into his embrace, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
Ron saw the smile that was on Mr. and Mrs. Granger's lips; they were staring at their daughter. Mrs.
Granger cocked her head to one side and then said, "So, Hermione, what are you planning to do after
you're done with school?"
Ron felt Hermione blush, Ron suddenly realized that of the three of them, Harry, Hermione and him,
she was the only one that hadn't expressed an interest in becoming an Auror. In fact, the only job that
she had ever expressed any interest in was trying to get SPEW better organized.
"Well, I have a unique opportunity," she said as she took Ron's free hand, "the ministry is basically
starting from scratch when it comes to laws because Voldemort screwed so many of them up. I'm
hoping to get a job working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, I
want to make laws that make life better not only for house elves, but for other creatures at well."
This time Ron let a large smile spread across his face; he bent his neck and kissed the top of
Hermione's head. That was his Hermione, always wanting to make things better for other beings. He
had no doubt that she would succeed, she was smart, resourceful, and above all else, she was ruthlessly
persistent.
Ron knew that if Hermione set her eye on a goal, she wouldn't stop until it was achieved. She would
use whatever tools she had to get the job done.