Ron Weasley (bl_ron) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-07-07 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermione granger, loc: lion's den, loc: ministry of magic, ron weasley, sept 2002, type: rp |
On A Whim
Date & Time: 7 September 2002 | evening
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Location: Ministry of Magic, then the Lion's Den (Ron & Harry's flat)
Summary: Ron and Hermione have a spur of the moment dinner together.
Ron shoved the last set of export manifests back on the file drawer and pushed it shut a little harder than necessary. He and Harry had done virtually nothing else for days now, and still nothing. It was enough to make a person go mad. The long days weren't helping either, but it wasn't as if he was alone in the department. Every face he passed in the hall wore the same determined-but-tired sort of expression. It was almost eerily quiet compared to his training days, when Williamson's shouts of "Twenty more laps, Weasley!" might still have been ringing in his ears. Now it was just him and the paperwork.
His stomach rumbled, and he ignored it for the moment, determined to get at least something productive done before heading out for the night. One of his fellow Aurors had asked if he could take a look at a stack of photographs. There were a whole series of tracking spells to cast, figures to be studied under a magnifying glass, and then labelling and filing to do. Nothing exciting, but the bloke had looked rather desperate, and Ron found he couldn't say no. He was the new guy, and tired as he was, he couldn't help but want to step up a little more than was expected.
By the time he was done, it was later than he thought it would be. Harry had gone for dinner with Ginny, and Ron wasn't particularly looking forward to the prospect of trying to cook. A night at the pub alone didn't sound too appealing, though. He wanted food, the familiar, and then a good night's sleep, if he could manage it. He wanted....
A thought came to mind, and he almost pushed it away. But then he'd grabbed his bag and his feet were moving, and he was too tired to think about it. He took the lifts to level four and turned the corner...and there she was. It was late, but he couldn't even pretend to be surprised that she was still at work.
"They've stuck you with the crap shift, too, I see," he said, a smile spreading across his face. For the moment, he didn't care that things between them had been awkward at best lately. And he was glad he hadn't convinced himself it was a bad idea, because he already felt like a little weight had come off his shoulders...even if an entirely different one fell in its place. When she turned to look at him, he added, "Hello, Hermione. You had dinner yet?"