It was odd how life worked, really. The things you used to hate turned into things you love. At least that’s how Ronald Weasley saw it. After the war, he became an auror exactly the way he wanted to, helped catch all the death eaters and had them shipped off to Azkaban but afterwards he had nothing to do. Catching common criminals just wasn’t the same anymore so he took more risks, did more life-threatening missions, worked harder and on top of that: Hermione expected him to settle down with her.
They were at a holiday gathering at Neville’s place a few days before Yule when everything went downhill.
“So when are you guys going to settle down?” asked Ginny flashing the engagement ring on her finger as she grinned.
Ron shook his head, “Not yet. I need some time.”
Hermione hearing in on their conversation, walked up and asked with an edge to her words,“How much time? What do you need? Even Harry is settling down, why can’t you?”
“‘Mione I need some time, I’m ready for that yet.” Ron replied.
Hermione scoffed, and raised her voice, “Then,when will you be ready?”
Ron sighed, and replied calmly even while seeing the witch’s agitation, “I don’t know.”
Hermione was outraged, she yelled at him. “YOU NEVER KNOW ANYTHING. I HAVE STUCK WITH YOU FOR ALL THESE YEARS AND YOU CAN’T EVEN AGREE TO SETTLE DOWN? YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO SUFFERED IN THIS WAR OR LOST SOMEONE TO IT. YOU THINK YOU’RE SOMETHING SPECIAL? WELL YOU’RE NOT. YOU WAKE UP SCREAMING AND YOU DISTURB MY SLEEP. I AM TIRED AND DONE WITH YOU. I HAVE TRIED TO HELP AND TO BE PATIENT BUT I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOUR NIGHTMARES AND YOUR CONSTANT ATTENTION SEEKING. GET OVER YOURSELF ALREADY. NO ONE WOULD WANT TO PUT UP WITH A WORTHLESS WASTE OF SPACE LIKE YOU.”
Ron didn’t yell back, didn’t scream at her, he didn’t look angry.
If anything, he looked resigned and slightly saddened when he said, “You’re right. You should move on with your life and forget me.”
And just like that he turned and left.
Ginny had turned to glare at the still visibly agitated witch the minute her brother had disappeared through the floo and if looks could kill, Hermione would have died 12 times over already.
“How could you do that? Do you have no regard for his feelings?” She yelled, “Harry may have settled down but that’s because he’s always been on his own and forced to grow up too early. He also has nightmares but he is in no way disturbing my sleep. I love him, all of him: the good, the bad, and everything in between. For Merlin’s sake! He died and came back. He needed some reassurance that he did have some control over his own choices. But Ron? Ron likes to take things slow and wait for the opportune moment when it actually matters to him. You know him. He doesn’t study but he is a brilliant strategist the only problem is that he takes his time and people don’t like waiting for him. I thought you were different seeing as you waited for him all these years but it looks like I was wrong. You were just like everyone else who gave up on him.”
Hermione remained unconcerned and so Ginny scowled and walked away.