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“I can’t believe I’m still your emergency contact,” Hermione huffed, offering Ron her arm for support as they walked towards the St. Mungo’s.
“I guess I forgot to change it after Lav and I got married,” Ron answered, trying to shrug but wincing in pain instead.
“I can’t believe I’m still your emergency contact,” Hermione huffed, offering Ron her arm for support as they walked towards the St. Mungo’s.
“I guess I forgot to change it after Lav and I got married,” Ron answered, trying to shrug but wincing in pain instead.
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Ron and Hermione hadn’t been together for nearly five years, and after a series of emergency calls to the hospital for the most recent quidditch injury that Ron had suffered, she had implored him to change the contact information.
“I am not always available.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll make sure the Cannons’ admin gets it changed.”
“Thank you.”
“Why don’t you come on over?” Ron offered, “Mum sent over your favorite cake.”
“Suit yourself.”
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Just as Hermione had burrowed into her sofa with a fluffy blanket, a cup of tea, and a hot new bombshell had just entered the villa, her cell phone buzzed to life.
“I really do apologize, she’s just very passionate about creatures,” Hermione said, signing paperwork in all the places they’d pointed out.
Pleasantly confused. Sure, let’s go with that. Hermione internally scolded herself for thinking poorly of her friend.