Who: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. What: Stuff. Where: Their flat. When: Tuesday morning. Rating: Low.
Hermione had really only agreed to Ron and his tattoo idea because it was a birthday present. Well, that and she wasn't usually in the habit of telling him what he could and couldn't do to himself, no matter how it may have seemed sometimes. The fact that he had ink taking up a large percentage of his upper arm was something that she was still trying to get used to, however, and she had been subtly trying to convince him that leaving his shirt on was a good idea lately.
Waking up on Tuesday morning, Hermione found that her hinting didn't extend to when Ron was asleep, and she found herself opening her eyes to the myriad of dark lines crossing his skin that somehow created the shape of a lion. Absent-mindedly reaching across to trace one of the thicker lines, she still hadn't convinced herself that she could like it. Ron loved it, that much was clear, but even though she had helped him choose it, she still couldn't manage to enjoy looking at the damn thing.