How Did Ron Become An Auror?

Somehow alone for once in the Weasley's bustling home with only her cat and thoughts to keep her company, Hermione sat on the sofa in the living room of the Burrow and tried to ascertain a rogue feeling of agitation.

She was loved, and she knew that because Ron's feelings were one of the few things of which she could be certain.

Therefore, she didn't believe she was still upset that Ron wasn't returning to Hogwarts with her. After all, she understood the logic and reasoning behind his decision. Ron could have followed Harry to become an Auror, but he had felt the desire to carve his own path. Ron could have returned to school with Hermione, but he had never prioritized his education like her. His path was simple. Ron was joining George in
First, that this was an ongoing reaction to the fact that Ron had lied or, at the very least, had deceptively withheld the truth from her. In which case, she either needed more time to get over this or Ron still hadn't properly apologized. Or both. The second possibility, which Hermione found far more disturbing, was that she was questioning their relationship. However, that couldn't be the case because she loved Ron and Ron loved her. He was her one true love, it was something she had long believed without question. That knowledge was her rock. Her foundation. They wanted the same things in life and, other than Harry, he was her best friend and the only guy out there who understood
Does he understand you? asked the itchy voice that was still scratching at the back of her mind. Hermione retaliated by smacking the cushion next to her, startling Crookshanks. He jumped down to the floor with a hiss. She looked over at her cat, whose expression definitely conveyed that he thought she had lost it. "Sorry," she apologized, "I'm just waiting for Ron to get here and it's making me anxious." He paused from licking his paw as if to say "oh really" and then swished his tail dismissively and left the room.

If only Ron would get back to the Burrow so they could finally go to Diagon Alley together as planned, then maybe she could control her subconscious. "Good grief," she mumbled, "not even hunting Horcruxes bothered me like this."

Hermione wished her mother was here. It was at times like this that Helen Granger would...

A flash of bright green light disrupted her thoughts. Immediately afterwards, she heard a boom come from the other room as the Floo activated and echoed throughout the house. Straightening her bushy hair as best she could with a quickly conjured ribbon, she sprang up from the sofa and left the living