Teach Me Just Don't Leave Me (hermione)

[ron]

Ever since Ronald Weasley had been able to aquire a job that paid well, he had made a vow to always be able to wear whatever clothes he wanted, and to make sure that his kids never had to suffer with secondhand garments and hand-me-down clothes. While Harry might prefer a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, Ron might go all out with nice pants, dress shoes, and a clean, crisp shirt. However hectic things had been recently, Ron couldn't help but to show off a bit on his day off--which was exactly what he was doing as, suddenly, he appeared out of the thin air in Hogsmeade village. Looking down at himself, Ron dusted off his white shirt, shook out his black pants, fixed his cloak, and set off towards Hogwarts.

As he neared the gates that led into the school, he immediately saw a few people standing guard, wands out at the ready, pointed right at him. Without a small smile towards them, he answered their security questions calmly, and within minutes he was climbing up the stone steps and opening the oak fronts doors. As he entered the Entrance Hall, Ron paused and took a look around, before moving over to glance into the Great Hall. Everything seemed to be fine and fixed, and completely empty, which clued him in that he was a tad early--he had meant to get here after classes had let out, but it didn't make too much of a difference. With a sigh, Ron turned his back on the dinning area and quickly made his way up the main staircase, and continued his way through the castle.

Finally, after what seemed like forever (but was relatively no time at all, he was just impatient), Ron came to a halt in front of a closed door, and a large grin spread his face, blue eyes twinkling. Ever since the dance, many changes had been made on Hogwarts School of Witchcraf and Wizardry. The one that concerned him most, though, was the fact that his beautiful wife was now a teacher, and was now gone from him far more than he would have liked. It was why he had decided to make this surprise visit. Taking a deep breath, and running his hands over his clothes so as to make sure there weren't any creases, Ron raised his hand to knock on the classroom door. Before he could get the chance, though, it suddenly opened, a bell rang through the castle, and he was plowed over by a group of midgets.

"Oi!" he shouted desperately, as they swarmed around him into the hallways. He was so much taller than them, they could practically walk between his legs (well, perhaps he was exaggerating a tad). After they had all cleared the doorway, Ron forced his way into the classroom, muttering under his breath. He ran his hand over his bright red hair, and took another deep breath, before glancing around the room. As his eyes landed on a bushy-haired brunnette standing at the teacher's desk, he smiled again. Pulling his wand from his pocket, Ron unfastened his cloak and casted it aside, before waving about his wand and conjuring a single rose. Sure, he was being cheesy, but he missed his wife. So sue him.

Striding towards Hermione, his shoes making little clicking noises on the stone floor, Ron placed the rose gently on teh desk, before he swept up his wife into a hug. Pulling back, he kissed her lightly on the lips, lifting her off of her feet for a moment before setting her back down and grinning at her.

"Surprise," he said. "I'm sorry to just drop in like this, Mrs. Weasley, but I needed some help with my arithmancy."

[.LUCY MARIE WEASLEY !]

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In all of her years, Hermione had never believed or even dreamed about maybe one day coming to teach in Hogwarts. She was sure since she had learned that she was a witch, Hermione had hoped to one day join the wizard community. But never as a teacher, her dreams had been set in the Ministry. Then they became more valuable, when she began her campaign to give house elves and other creatures more rights. After years of hard work, Hermione was a proud of the things she had accomplished, but there were still many that needed to be done. She wouldn’t have as much time now as before, but her work would not be placed on hiatus because of that. But now that she was in Hogwarts, she was completely amazed by how things were working out.

The circumstances that led to this were not memorable in any way, but Hermione was glad for the opportunity. She was now able to see her children on daily basics, along with them she also was able to keep her eye on the other members of the family. Yes she had lest time to be home, now, something she was sure would become a bit hard to stand. She loved been around Ron and keeping and eye on him and Harry. At least back when she worked in the Ministry she could usually try and keep them out of too much trouble. Then you could never get everything in life, plus there were still a few other more responsible Order members hanging around the Ministry. She just hoped they would have the strength to actually have some control over those two. At this Hermione couldn’t control a small laughter that graved the attention of her class.

Today she was teaching some third years, that meant that none of her own children were in class. This ones thought were harder to keep track off, this was their first year in the class and they could hardly keep silent for too long. The good thing was that by the end of the year, many of this loud ones left the class and she usually was left with the more easy ones. The same thing had happened back on her own school days, then there was the part were not many students took this class. It was after all one of the more difficult ones that was taught in the school, so they went for easier ones. It had been a miracle that she had convinced a few of the family members to actually take the curse. In her opinion it became more useful later in life than Divination.

She could hardly believe they even still had that subject on the school, in her opinion it was just a big waste of time. You were unable to learn anything there that many any sense, it was all a bunch of nonsense that was usually wrong. Thinking over it, Hermione made sure to place it on her list to later talk to Neville about that. Standing up, Hermione began to write the homework on the board, the class was almost over and she wanted to make sure everyone knew what they had to do. Turning back to the class, she gave them one of her sweetest smiles and asked everyone to copy everything down and to begin to get ready to leave.

Soon after small children began to walk toward her, placing papers on her desk to be graded later. Right after the last person had done this, the sound that announced the end of the class rang all over Hogwarts. Hermione began to pick the papers off when a rose was placed on her desk and before she knew she had been turned around to face her husband who kissed and took her in his arms. Hermione giggled as she was allowed back into the floor. “Knowing you, you probably need more than a little help. But what are you doing here, I thought you were back in the Ministry.”

[ron]

The laugh that Hermione let lose immediately brought a large grin to Ron's face. In the past. her teasing of his intelligence in a subject might have irritated, but he had long since gotten a better attitude about things like that. In fact, while he and Hermione were no where near perfect, and they still argued, they rarely had those huge fights that had practically crippled their frienship back in the day. However, when she mentioned that he would need all the help he could get with Arithmancy he merely laughed and gave a nod--he hadn't even tried taking arithmancy, but he had a feeling the math would illude him.

"You're probably right," he agreed with a wink, wrapping his arms tighter around his wife. At her question, Ron gave a small shrug, his grin settling into a content smile. "Well, I got done with paperwork early yesterday, and a few of my cases are finished, so I was allowed to take the day off--probably the last one I'll get off in a while, but all the same." Ron shrugged again before slowly pulled back from Hermione, leaning his body against her desk.

He fell silent, absentmindedly running his hand over top of his bright red hair--a habbit that he had picked up from Harry over the years. It was lucky that Harry was his best mate and realized what kind of strain Ron was under by not being around his wife anymore, because he doubted that anybody else would have let him take off work. Things were even more hectic than usual--probably the most hectic things had been in the ministry in a long time. Finding out about how Bellatrix Lestrange had been killed was a main focus of Harry and Ron's, because they knew for a fact that Teddy didn't do it. Nobody else knew this though--except for Kingsely.

It was quite lucky that they had the Minister of Magic on the Order's side for a change, or otherwise things could and would be much worse. Many people now believed that Teddy had killed Bellatrix Lestrange, and while it didn't much matter for most of the wizarding world, the Death Eaters and Bellatrix's followers weren't exactly happy. Not only that, but the Aurors were now dealing with the fact that Regulus Lestrange had now taken over as head terror, and his methods seemed to be even more cruel than his dear mother's had been. All in all, work was crazy hectic--but Ron had found a way to get out, just so he could see his wife.

"They've got Aurors and other ministry members stationed up at the gates now, you know..." Ron said casually, glancing up from his hands where his light blue eyes had been staring. He gave a lopsided grin. "I might be stationed up here a time or two for guard duty. Perhaps I'll stop in again." Reaching out once more, he drew Hermione to his chest, hugging her tightly and closing his eyes for a moment, smiling. "I just wanted to come see you. I miss you back at home."

Glancing down, Ron continued, his voice low and soothing. "How're things here? The kids being nice to you?" He wasn't sure he could ever handle teaching, himself. The little rugrats got on his nerve, and he was at least three times the size of some of them. However, it couldn't be all bad, really--the older kids might have been fun to work with, not to mention that Hermione got to see their kids and some of the family during her lessons. "The midgets aren't being rude, are they? I could put them in their place."

He laughed, pulling back a little and lifting up his left hand to smooth back some of the hair from Hermione's face. Ron fell silent for a moment, before murmuring, "Are any of the kids nervous about what's been going on?"