The galleon spun in the air for just a moment before landing once more in the palm of Ron's hand. He gripped it tightly, then slid the gold coin into his pocket. With his eyes gazing out of the open window, he wrapped his arm around Hermione and allowed her head to rest on his shoulder. The Burrow was strangely quiet, but it was peaceful. Mrs. Weasley was out picking up groceries for her family and their guest, while Ginny was spending the day at Grimmauld place with Harry. Everyone else was busying themselves at work.
"I take it business is going well." Hermione said, gesturing to the galleon that now rested in Ron's jeans.
"As well as it could be." He sighed.
It was a difficult job, helping George out with the joke shop, but he was there to support his older brother, earning money for both his own living and aiding his family. Ginny occasionally stopped by to volunteer for a few hours a week, but as she was seeking employment elsewhere, it was down to only two Weasley brothers to keep the merchandise leaving the storefront. Just as Ginny did not wish to work the tills for the rest of her life, Ron was also seriously considering an alternative career. He had contemplated telling George about this plan, but his heart wouldn't allow him whenever he saw his brother's face.
"You're doing a good thing, helping George out. He needs you there." Hermione said, resting her hand on his knee and giving it a comforting squeeze.
"I just hope that he can run the place without me when the time comes." Ron had confided his goals in Hermione, and she understood that Ron wanted to work somewhere other than Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, but would feel deep guilt upon his departure.
"He has Angelina to help him now, you've done all that you can for him, and more." Hermione said encouragingly.
"I wish Fred was still around to help. They used to be so funny. It's as though Fred wasn't the only twin to die that day. The George I knew is gone, too." Ron lowered his head and closed his eyes. It had been three years since the battle at Hogwarts, but Fred's passing continued to hover over the Weasleys like a dark cloud.
"We will never forget him, and he will always be missed. But you'll see. The smile will return to George and your family soon enough. Fred would have wanted you to continue reeking havoc in his absence." Tears slowly trickle down Hermione's face, but she smiled up at Ron and took his hand in her own.
"I didn't think you would approve of that." The corner's of Ron's mouth twitched in a weak smile and Hermione squeezed his knee again.
"Well, I'm full of surprises." Hermione grinned, trying to lighten the mood.
"Like our first kiss."
"Like our only kiss."
"I think you surprised Harry, too."
"I surprised myse…"
Ron suddenly placed his hand under Hermione's chin and raised her head up to face his before planting his lips upon hers. Although his eyes were closed, Hermione's her own in shock. It was her turn for the surprise, now. After the initial moment of spontaneity, Hermione closed her eyes and deepened this kiss. At long last, they broke apart.
"Do you think he would have approved?" Ron asked, and Hermione knew that he was talking about Fred.
"I bet he's cheering us on right now." She said, her eyes gleaming and she kissed Ron again. All of their current troubles were lifted from the world, the rest of their lives were an open book. Little could interrupt their blissful state. Happiness had fallen upon the couple at last.
Although this isn't one of my longer scenes, I'm still quite happy with it. I felt as though Fred's death would still be daunting on the Weasley family at this point in time, especially with Ron working with George, but I didn't want it to be too depressing.
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