Drabble: The Weasley Card
Got the idea for this one and had to write it before it left my head.
Title: The Weasley Card
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Fluff
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 514
Warnings: n/a
Summary/Notes: Hermione doesn't like to brag about being a member of the Weasley family while at work, but sometimes, it's her only option.
The Weasley Card
There were perks to being part of the Weasley family and being the sister-in-law of the Harry Potter, but when it came to her work at the ministry, Hermione had decided from day one that she wanted to climb her way through the ranks on her on merit. At first, it had been hard to get her co-workers and bosses to go with her wishes, but she had won them all over.
Now, the only time she had issues were when there was someone new in the office as she went by Hermione Granger in the office, though her legal name was Hermione Weasley. Those in the “know” (or those that actually read their textbooks) knew she was friend with Harry Potter during and after the war, but every once in awhile the office intern would be a cocky recent Hogwarts graduate who knew all about Harry and Ron, but had forgotten about her all together.
Enter Edward Jeffers, an eighteen year old who had taken a fancy to her twenty-seven-year old self.
“Hello Hermione,” he greeted from the doorway of her office.
“Edward,” she replied, courtly. “What can I do for you?”
“Smile,” he said. “You have a beautiful smile. A beautiful everything, really. Has anyone ever told you that?”
Hermione forced a smile on her face. She always hated having to pull out the big guns, but Edward’s cocky flirting was boarding on harassment.
“Yes,” she said. “My husband tells me all the time.”
“Lucky Mr. Granger,” he replied.
“Yes, Ron, is a very lucky man,” she nodded. “I’m expecting him any moment now, if you’d like to meet him.”
“Of course,” Edward replied. “I’d like to shake the hand of the luckiest -”
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Ron’s deep voice said from behind Edward.
Hermione hid a smile behind her hand as Edward turned and tilted his head up to look at Ron.
“Yo- you’re Auror Weasley,” he stammered.
“I am,” he replied. “And you are?”
“Ron, this is Edward Jeffers, the office intern,” Hermione said. “Edward, this is my husband Ron Weasley.”
She saw Edward visible gulp at the new information.
“You’re a Weasley?” He said.
“Yes,” Hermione nodded. “My father-in-law is the head of the Department of Muggle Relations, my brother-in-law is the Undersecretary of the Minister and my brother-in-law and best friend will become the head of the Auror department come next year.”
Edward gulped again and looked up at Ron once more before saying, “Nice to meet you, sir.” He looked at Hermione and said, “Mrs. Granger.”
As soon as Edward had fled the room, Ron pushed the door closed and let out a howl of laughter. “That never gets old,” he smirked.
“I hate playing the ‘my husband is an Auror’ card,” Hermione sighed.
“I know,” he replied. “Now how about a proper greeting?”
Hermione smiled and pushed her chair back to stand up. She walked over to him and tilted her up to look at him.
“Hello beautiful,” he said, slipping his arm around her waist and then leaning down to kiss her.
Title: The Weasley Card
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Fluff
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 514
Warnings: n/a
Summary/Notes: Hermione doesn't like to brag about being a member of the Weasley family while at work, but sometimes, it's her only option.
The Weasley Card
There were perks to being part of the Weasley family and being the sister-in-law of the Harry Potter, but when it came to her work at the ministry, Hermione had decided from day one that she wanted to climb her way through the ranks on her on merit. At first, it had been hard to get her co-workers and bosses to go with her wishes, but she had won them all over.
Now, the only time she had issues were when there was someone new in the office as she went by Hermione Granger in the office, though her legal name was Hermione Weasley. Those in the “know” (or those that actually read their textbooks) knew she was friend with Harry Potter during and after the war, but every once in awhile the office intern would be a cocky recent Hogwarts graduate who knew all about Harry and Ron, but had forgotten about her all together.
Enter Edward Jeffers, an eighteen year old who had taken a fancy to her twenty-seven-year old self.
“Hello Hermione,” he greeted from the doorway of her office.
“Edward,” she replied, courtly. “What can I do for you?”
“Smile,” he said. “You have a beautiful smile. A beautiful everything, really. Has anyone ever told you that?”
Hermione forced a smile on her face. She always hated having to pull out the big guns, but Edward’s cocky flirting was boarding on harassment.
“Yes,” she said. “My husband tells me all the time.”
“Lucky Mr. Granger,” he replied.
“Yes, Ron, is a very lucky man,” she nodded. “I’m expecting him any moment now, if you’d like to meet him.”
“Of course,” Edward replied. “I’d like to shake the hand of the luckiest -”
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Ron’s deep voice said from behind Edward.
Hermione hid a smile behind her hand as Edward turned and tilted his head up to look at Ron.
“Yo- you’re Auror Weasley,” he stammered.
“I am,” he replied. “And you are?”
“Ron, this is Edward Jeffers, the office intern,” Hermione said. “Edward, this is my husband Ron Weasley.”
She saw Edward visible gulp at the new information.
“You’re a Weasley?” He said.
“Yes,” Hermione nodded. “My father-in-law is the head of the Department of Muggle Relations, my brother-in-law is the Undersecretary of the Minister and my brother-in-law and best friend will become the head of the Auror department come next year.”
Edward gulped again and looked up at Ron once more before saying, “Nice to meet you, sir.” He looked at Hermione and said, “Mrs. Granger.”
As soon as Edward had fled the room, Ron pushed the door closed and let out a howl of laughter. “That never gets old,” he smirked.
“I hate playing the ‘my husband is an Auror’ card,” Hermione sighed.
“I know,” he replied. “Now how about a proper greeting?”
Hermione smiled and pushed her chair back to stand up. She walked over to him and tilted her up to look at him.
“Hello beautiful,” he said, slipping his arm around her waist and then leaning down to kiss her.