Ron Weasley (weasleyis) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2010-12-04 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermione granger, ron weasley |
Who: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley
What: A quiet evening, interrupted by bad news
Where: Hermione's flat
When: Late Saturday night/Early Sunday morning
Rating: It's getting darker... but not rated higher.
It was getting late, but Ron was in no hurry to move off the couch. Not with Hermione laying against him, his arms around her. Especially given that she'd been busy the last few nights, trying to work out his brilliant idea.
Fortunately, she'd reached a standstill, and so he was at her place, finally getting a chance to spend time with her. There was no way he was going home tonight, either. Not after he'd already ruined one night planned together.
"Comfortable?" he asked, as she shifted her position slightly.
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Hermione had been frustrated all afternoon, coming up against a brick wall in her endeavour to make her own version of the Marauder's Map. She was this close to getting the location charms to work on a wider area, but everything she had tried up until that point had stopped just short of where she needed it to be.
A lot of her disappointment at not being able to get it right had faded though, since Ron had invited himself over and they were now laying on the couch together. She'd had the television on earlier, and it amused her to see how entertained he was by it. But they were just enjoying the quiet now, and Hermione shifted slightly as she realised how sleepy she was getting.
"Completely," she answered, when Ron asked her if she was comfortable. "I was just thinking I could probably go to sleep right here."
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"You could," Ron agreed. "Or we can move to your room. Either or." He really had no preference, as long as he was there with her, being half-asleep himself.
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"Let's just stay here," Hermione decided. They were both comfortable and she really didn't have the inclination to be anywhere else, even if it was only the slightest of location changes.
"I left the map and everything in my room," she admitted; another reason not to move. "It may be better to avoid temptation."
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Yeah. No way were they going into her room.
"Alright," Ron agreed, leaving the map out of further discussion. Instead he silently brushed his thumb over her hand, contemplating how soft her skin felt to his touch. The entire evening felt completely comfortable, and he wondered if that was because it had been unplanned. Whatever reason though, it had worked.
He was almost asleep himself when a streak of silver light flooded into the room, taking the shape of a falcon and startling him awake. He recognised it immediately, as one of his fellow Auror's, before he even heard the man's voice.
"They've broken out of Azkaban. Report to the Ministry immediately."
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Hermione was well on her way to sleep, too, and when a sudden bright light infiltrated the room she instinctively shielded her eyes as she blinked herself awake. It didn't take her long to realise that the source of light was a Patronus, but it was no one's that she recognised. The voice that reverberated afterward was just as unfamiliar, but the message itself was crystal clear.
Instantly pushing herself up into a sitting position, Hermione turned to Ron, wide awake and with panic written across her face. "They?" It wasn't really a question, but it all seemed so surreal that she needed some kind of confirmation.
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"Only one they it could mean," Ron said, the initial shock of the message wearing off. He sat up as well and disentangled himself from her on the couch, before looking for his shoes. He got one on and was tying it when he sat up and stared at Hermione. "My sister. Had those crazy plans... that was tonight, right?"
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It was really the last thing she had been expecting. Everything had finally calmed down, people were returning to some semblance of normal and now this. Once again the Death Eaters had been broken out of Azkaban.
"I think so," Hermione answered, biting her bottom lip. She didn't pay a whole lot of attention to other people's conversations in the journals, usually preoccupied with her homework assignments or whatever she and Ron were up to that week. But Saturday night did ring a bell. "Don't worry, I'll let her know." The last thing she wanted was for him to be distracted by that. Actually, no. The last thing she wanted was for him to leave. But it was obvious that he was going to be doing that and she was all the more frustrated by the fact that she still hadn't worked out that map.
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"Thanks," Ron said, visibly relieved and finding his other shoe. "Are you going to stay here? I want to be able to find you, whenever..."
He had no idea how long he would be gone. Tying the knot, he sat up again and looked at Hermione. To be leaving her, right now... Because the Death Eaters were out of Azkaban. His stomach was suddenly as knotted as his laces. "Hermione..."
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"I'll be here," Hermione assured him. Working on that darn map and trying not to go out of her mind. She had no confidence that she was going to succeed at either.
Glancing at Ron as he looked at her, "I know," she said quietly. She almost wanted to cry, but that wasn't going to do anyone any good. "Be careful."
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"I love you," he told her, the words spilling out of his mouth. He'd almost written nearly the same thing twice that week, only in reference to her - not to her. Now he'd finally said it, so that she would be the first to know.
But he had to leave, so there was no time to really contemplate anything, really, and he stood from the couch, wishing she was coming with him. Apparently he knew now that if he had a choice, he'd want her there. But he didn't have that choice.
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"I love you, too." Hermione didn't hesitate in saying it back; it wasn't as if the words hadn't been true for a while now. She just wished finally letting him know could have been under better circumstances.
She stood as Ron did, barely waiting a moment before she wrapped her arms around him. "I mean it, be careful," she said again, her voice taking on more of a pleading tone than she might have liked. "Tell Harry the same thing."
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"I will," Ron said solemnly, agreeing to both pleas. And then he leaned in and kissed her, before pulling himself away. He had to leave. So he didn't say anything else, just let himself out the door. Glancing quickly in both directions, he apparated away, trying to turn his focus back to the task at hand.
And what a hell of a task that was.