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The Engagement	By : saritat9 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 6588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Engagement

Chapter 1 : The News
There was a persistent knock at the door of Hermione Granger's office, for the umpteenth time that morning. Not another one, please! Hermione braced herself, and gave whoever was there the permission to enter, keeping her voice as calm as she could feign it.

"Oh, Hermione! You've already heard, haven't you!" gasped the matriarch of the Weasley clan, Molly Weasley. The older woman strode towards Hermione, obviously very upset.

Whoever Hermione had expected, it sure wasn't Molly Weasley. Molly had never visited her at work. In fact, Hermione had never heard of her visiting her husband Arthur at work, either. Highly irregular, let alone unwelcome considering the circumstances.

Hermione knew better than to feign ignorance. For all Molly and the Weasleys knew, Viktor Krum was her...well, for lack of a better word, intended. At least he had been until this morning when that rather inconvenient article had come out, declaring the world-famous quidditch star engaged. And not to Hermione Granger.

"About Viktor? Yes, I've heard. It's alright, Molly, it really is!"

" That...that bastard! He always seemed such a nice man, although a bit grumpy." Molly frowned slightly. "But, Hermione, I don't want you to worry about a thing; I'm here now and I will take care of everything. I told your assistant to hold off your floocalls and cancel your cases- -"

"You WHAT?!"

"..for today. You'll be taking rest of the day off."

"I can't do that! And I'll lose my face forever if I hide now."

"Hermione - you darling girl. You have nothing to prove. Viktor is the one- -"

" Please listen to me, Molly." Hermione got up from her chair behind the desk, walked over to the motherly woman and steered her discreetly towards the door, all the while patting her back soothingly. "Everything is fine. Viktor and I haven't been going out for awhile now. I didn't tell you because I knew you would be upset. I just wanted to deal with it on my own for awhile. There's no reason to cancel my caseload, I am perfectly fine. I will stop by at the Burrow later, okay?"

"But, Hermione, there's really no need to- -"

"I'll see you later then. Thanks for dropping by, I really appreciate it. Everything is fine." she repeated once more and pushed Molly Weasley gently but firmly out of the door, closing it quickly behind her. She grimaced and let out a long sigh, leaning on the cool surface.

The whole morning had been nothing short of horrid. Every witch, wizard and child that had ever believed her to be involved with Viktor Krum had now either owled or come by her office to offer his or her support, sympathy or glee, or whatever it was that they were feeling after this latest bit of news. It was always possible that she was paranoid, but there seemed to be a lot of gleeful people out there this morning.

She hadn't been thick enough to tell that many people about Viktor. Just the people who needed to know, like the Weasleys and of course Harry. Her assistant had made her own assumptions based on old gossip and the fact that they changed owls frequently and sometimes went to lunch together. She had no idea how the news had spread, but now it seemed that half of the wizarding world believed they had been an item. And that now (and this was the kicker, Hermione thought) she had been quite publicly cast aside in favour of some pretty young quidditch player (a rising star they called her) that was well-trained yet was able to stay very feminine.

Still, her day could be worse. Not everyone had come by to see her yet. Harry hadn't. Nor Ron. Hermione really hoped that they wouldn't, either, but again she knew better. They'd come alright, and sooner rather than later.

Why in the name of everything good had she ever told anyone she was seeing Viktor bloody Krum!?

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It didn't take longer than fifteen minutes. This time there was no knock. The door was thrown open so violently that Hermione was surprised it didn't get out of it's hinges. And in they came.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" Harry asked worriedly, examining her face.

"I'll kill him!" bellowed Ron, looking absolutely furious, the tips of his ears as red as Hermione had ever seen them.

"I'm perfectly fine, Harry. Ron - calm down!"

"I will smash his skull open, that slimy Bulgarian git! How could he do this to you? To you! Do you want me to do him in, Hermione? They'll never find his remains once I'm done with him. I'm sure George would love to help. Ginny too." he ranted.

For a second, Hermione could only stare at him in awe and (to her secret horror and acute embarrassment) admiration. Protective Ron was a sight to behold and an earful as well! She didn't believe in physical force and she would never admit it for she could never ever live it down, but there was something to be said for pure, male testosterone. Hermione wasn't the type of woman to ogle at shirtless men at construction sites (something she had only seen in the muggle world) or wolf whistle at a fine arse, but...well. She wasn't blind. Nor slow on the uptake. And she definitely saw beyond her books and her work, unlike most people realized. And as infuriating (and sexists!) as Ron's outbursts sometimes were, they were more often than not made on her behalf.

Besides; Ron Weasley was a fine piece of wizarding flesh, as his many past and current girlfriends could most probably attest to. Hermione would have loved to see his ginger bits and his pale, freckled body in all of its naked wonder to confirm this opinion. But she couldn't.

Hermione sighed internally, and went back to the business of disarming Ron.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! You stop this right now!"

Hermione used her gravest commanding voice. With her dark grey work robes (very muggle-like), long brown hair in a tight bun and her narrow, dark rimmed glasses (window glass, to enhance her credibility and seriousness as the highest ministry official in charge of representing Magical Creatures in legal disputes, and to shield her own, often too compassionate brown eyes) she could be quite intimidating when she chose to. And sometimes she was intimidating even when she didn't choose to be.

"Whatever happens between Viktor Krum and me is strictly between Viktor Krum and me."

Ron opened his mouth in indignation and protest, but Hermione raised her hand to keep him silent and ploughed on.

"However. Viktor and I terminated our relationship awhile back. He's free to do whatever he chooses."

"Since when!" Harry and Ron cried simultaneously. It was a most rhetorical question, but she thought it best to answer regardless.

"Some weeks now. The reason I didn't tell you before is because I knew how the Weasleys react to this kind of news. I wanted to deal with it privately." she eyed Ron sternly. "We parted on civil terms. End of discussion."

"But, Hermione- -"

Hermione glared.

"Fine." Ron ascended like a petulant child. Harry was a bit hesitant, but seemed to decide to leave well enough alone.

"I thank you for your concern, but it's time you worry about your own lovelives. Speaking of which, how is Anna?"

"Amy." Ron corrected.

"How is she?"

"I wouldn't know, I haven't seen her in weeks."

"You haven't? Who is the new girl then?" she awakened.

"No one. You don't know her." Ron mumbled.

"Do I ever know any of them? Come on and just tell me, Ronald!"

Ron and Harry traded a glance.

"What?"

"Nothing." they sighed.

"Okay. Her name is Christina and she's the sister of one of my team mates."

"Wow. That must be serious, then." Hermione stated, starting to feel a bit ill. There was something nasty moving around in her belly and trying to climb to her throat.

"This bloke serious with a girl? That'll be the day!" Harry snickered.

"Ron would never date a sister of a friend or someone he has to work with if he wasn't really serious about her." explained Hermione. "Sisters of friends aren't just faceless bints like..well, that is to say, his girlfriends in the past have...ummm. A little help here, Harry?"

"I know what you mean, Hermione." Ron interrupted, not looking too flattered.

"I didn't mean it the way it sounded, Ron. It's totally okay to...to sow your wild oats. You're young and you want to..to experiment while you still can. I get that."

"What, you think I'm some kind of slimy...philanderer?

"No, Ronald. God no!"

"Right. Don't know what I was thinking. Ickle Ron Weasley could never be suave and handsome enough to be considered a ladies' man."

Harry tried to nudge Ron to get him to shut up before it would be too late.

"That's not what I said and definitely not what I meant, Ron! Stop trying to pick a fight with me over nothing. You're a very good looking bloke and you should know so, judging from the mere amount of your past girlfriends." Hermione felt herself blush and tried to avert his blue eyes.

"You think I'm good looking?" Ron sounded rather pleased.

"I won't repeat myself just to stroke your male ego." she informed him prissily.

"Uh, I think that's our cue to leave and let you work in peace. Come on, Ron!"

With that notion Harry dragged Ron away before he would say anything more to upset Hermione's delicate feelings...and before Hermione would be forced to insert her foot in her mouth any further.
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