TITLE: All the way
AUTHOR: Ana aka oleander_poison aka kansassatin
DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANYTHING related to Harry Potter. I do however own this stories idea and execution.
NOTE: This story does not see Ron and Hermione lasting very long, thus...no kids.
It had been five years since the War had broken out. Hermione was woking for the Ministry of Magic as a sort of liasion between the Muggle World and Wizarding World. Since the out break and recovery of the War, the two worlds were now mixing more than ever. A new department had been set up to help with various transitions for both Muggles and Wizards. Most days things went well enough; other days, such as today things were messy.
Ron had decided to start another argument with Hermione. The issue was, as it always was, her work schedule. She believed though, that there was an underlying issue. An issue of trust, but Ron would never admit it. In the heat of the battle, Hermione had finally yelled...
"STOP! RONALD STOP!" her breath was heavy and her cheeks flushed. "This has got to stop Ron. You knew what was going to happen when I took this job. The hours and intensity behind it. You told me you would support me no matter what." Hermione glared at him, her voice no more than an angry whisper. A tear rolled down her cheek and she angrily brushed it aside.
"Ron...I think we need a break. Permenantly," she said, sitting down at the kitchen table, running her hands through her hair.
"Hermione...Please, I'm sorry. I just-"
She held her hand up, "Ron stop. Don't...please...We both know this is inevitable. You know just as well as I do, that we are not good for each other. We've grown apart. We have seen things and been through things that most people would never fathom. That does not mean though, that we should be together like this. I love you too much to lose you as a friend. That's why we need to end this and go our seperate ways."
Ron nodded and mumbled, "I'll just pack some stuff then." He turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Hermione to sit and rehash in her mind what had just been said.
That was this morning, now it was pushing 3 o'clock in the afternoon and she still had a mountain of work ahead of her. Suddenly her office door burst open and a man only a few years younger then her popped in.
"Afternoon ma'am!" he said, obviously excited about something.
Hermione hesitated, "Good afternoon William. Can I help you with something?"
William's smile was so big, Hermione wondered how his face could hold it up much longer. It was his upbeat attitude more than anything else that caused her to hire him as her assitant. He could be very annouying but mostly he helped her stay positive on her work. Also he dressed nice and although Hermione dressed nice as well, William just did it with more flare.
"Actually I am here to tell you that you need to go to the confernece room at once. The big wigs have a meeting going on they want you to attend."
Hermione stood, gathering her work folder and a pen, "A meeting? On what? We already figured out budgeting and where to meet for the Japanese official meeting." Being unprepared for a meeting caused her anxiety level to heighten and it felt like the cherry on the top of her wonderful sundae of a day.
"Oh actually dear..you won't need to bring anything," William said with a mischievious smirk.
Hermione sighed, suddenly worried her job was in jeopardy. But William wouldn't be smiling and acting so perky if she was gettin fired. Or would he?
Outside of the meeting room door, Hermione smoother her hair and robes. She took a deep breath and gave a quiet knock, the voices on the other side suddenly stopped.
"Come on!" one of them said and Hermione turned the door knob ever so slowly, not realizing that in about five minutes her life would change.
"Aw Miss Granger, nice of you to join us," a tall, grey haired-wizard said walking towards her, his hand out-stretched. Two other wizards stood at their seats, smiling and looking at each other, one even nodded.
"Hello sir, how are you?" Hermione asked, taking the Minster of Magic's hand and shaking. Her eyes flashed to the other men in curiousity.
"I would like you to meet Misters Howard", indicating the man to her left, "and Gambel", indicating the man to her right.
"So pleased to finally meet you Miss Granger," Mr Howard squeaked. He was a short portly man with no hair and laughing eyes.
"And you also sir," she said smiling.
"Would you please take a seat here, Miss Granger?" Mister Gambel asked, motioning to the seat immediately next to him. He was a tall, thin man with hands that never seemed to stop moving.
"Please gentleman, call me Hermione."
A chuckle rippled through the small crowd.
"Hermione, these men are from a Wizarding charity that promotes inter-relations of muggles and wizards. They are non-profit based and help do work with bringing the two cultures together in a knowledged, unbiased ..uh...form," the Minister said. "I know it sounds like the exact work you are doing but they work much more closely with the lower classes of each group and educating them on various things."
"Oh that sounds wonderful. It all starts with the people, I believe. I would love to eventually get to that degree of work but with everything still so new and fresh in our world alone, I just can't even being to think when that would be, so ...uh...kudos to you both for getting the ball going," Hermione said, the nervousness washing away.
"Hermione, that is actually what we are here about," Mr. Howard said, opening a file and passing her papers. "We are holding a benefit ball later this week and need as many big names there as possible. It's going to be a fund-raiser since we don't work for profit the way you do. Any money raised will be spent towards building a youth muggle and youth wizard can go for...anything really."
"It'd be there to help any troubled youth or youth that needs a palce to go that is safe for them. There will be a wizarding and muggle staff at all times. Obviously the rules of wizarding youth not using magic would be in place there so no need to worry about any mishaps," Mr Gambel said.
"You...you want me to go with the minister?" Hermione asked, astonished as to why someone with more authority wouldn't accompany him.
The Minister chuckled, "Oh no dear, you will go alone or with a guest of your liking to represent the department and the whole ministry. There will be other wizards of course. I believe your friend Harry Potter and his wife Ginny will be attending. Some your past professors from Hogwarts will attend. So you will know various wizards there."
"Sirs....I am honoured you would ask me but ar eyou sure there is no one else more qualified? Someone to better represent what the wizarding world?" Hermione sat back in her chair and ran a hand through her mane of curls.
"Hermione, we have thought long and hard about who we want to go and represent the Ministry and everything that has gone on these past years since the War. You were on a large list of names, believe me. But there is something that has us coming back to you. We know you will be perfect for it. You will go, dressed in Muggle formal wear, which I am sure you are familiar with. You will drink champagne and rub elbows with some elites, and go home. Simple as that," Mr Gambel said, staring at her intently, his hands moving in time with the rhythm of his voice.
Hermione stood in the entrance of the ball room. The room was packed and she saw few faces she recognized. Why had she even agreed to this was beyond her. She must have been stricken with a curse of some sort, or perhaps drugged. Her dress was a deep scarlet red that formed itself to her every curve. She felt like a duck out of water as she lingered in the doorway, nervously.
"Hello Ms Granger!" a voice squeaked behind her.
Hermione startled and looked to see who was addressing her. it was Mr Howard and Mr Gambel.