Ron Weasley (weasleyis) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2010-12-16 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermione granger, ron weasley |
Who: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger
What: Not at all a codependent relationship...
Where: Ron and Harry's flat
When: Late Wednesday night
Rating: Low
Ron was laying awake in bed, staring at his ceiling, thinking about work, Hermione, the Christmas Ball, and how it was weird not to be at Hermione's. He'd told Hermione when he'd left her place that morning that he was going home after work, thinking it might be good to spend some time with Harry where they weren't working, or sneaking firewhiskey behind Hermione's back.
He didn't have to worry about her chastising him for drinking firewhiskey again anytime soon. That one bottle had served to curb his taste for it.
Work had been a long day, mostly spent at his desk, as predicted, doing paperwork. Ron had left his pawn alone for the day, though he carried it with him when he was directed to do other training activities. That might have bugged him before, since he was supposed to be done with training, but it was a welcome break from paperwork after lunch. And of course, he had to talk with the department head, regarding the incident that had granted him a week off in the first place.
He was also thinking about the welcome back he'd gotten from his fellow Aurors. It had been rather brilliant, save for the three or four who seemed to think he should have been punished more, for not following orders. The majority though cheered him on, vaguely reminding him of playing Keeper for Gryffindor, and having a good game. Except the stakes were higher now.
But mostly he was thinking about Hermione, and how quickly he'd gotten used to staying with her. And wondering how soon would be too soon for him and her to just start living together. They had lived together before, after all. Though that was different. But he wondered what it would be like if he didn't have a place to escape to, if they were fighting. And they fought a lot.
They were, however, getting better at the making up part. He thought that should count for something.
A glance at the clock told him it was almost midnight, and that he should be asleep. But it really was weird, sleeping alone.