Ron was pouring over his papers, trying to stay focused so he could get his work completed. He had to check for errors, and sometimes, he had to go over things more than once. His mind would wander and he would miss the most obvious of mistakes. He sighed and rubbed his head for a moment, leaning back to think about life.
Hermione was always the one who could see the mistakes, with a kind of radar. He sometimes imagined he was she, so that he could get in the correct mind set. He could hear her voice echo in his head, as she had been when they are in school, and it helped him catch more mistakes.
He hated this part of job, the paperwork, and he decided he'd done as much as he could. He let his mind turn to his friends. It had seemed like weeks ago when he had last seen Hermione; but he had decided to try not to see her until he had spent more time with Ana. He struggled with himself, but the date with Ana was rapidly approaching, and he felt like he hadn't given it enough of an effort to get to know her better. He also wondered about Harry.
Harry seemed more than satisfied with his match, Ron thought with heartening encouragement. So there was hope; at the very least, Ron thought that he could be better friends with Ana. He certainly wasn't going to make her act the wife, if she wasn't into it, but it would be nice to have a union that WAS a union. Harry seemed to have pulled it off, rather well.
He didn't know if it was because he was thinking of his friend, but he could swear he heard Harry's voice for a moment. He swung his head in the direction of the voice, and there Harry materialized, as if on cue.
"Hey! Nice to see you, stranger!" Ron stood up and went to grab his robes, "Are you here to rescue me from my doom? I so need a break. My mind is spinning, and I'm turning out utter crap."