Who: Ron and Hermione What: A reunion. Some freaking. And Ron being Awkward. Where: The library-shelter-duo thing When: Night o' the storm Rating: Can I rate it Q? I like Q. Minimum: none Status: incomplete
On the list of weird scenarios Ron had found himself in over the years, this was near the top.
He was..well, he wasn't entirely sure where. From the look and sound of things, he was in the middle of a storm, and all he had on him was his wand, his incredibly damp clothes, and a little book that he truly had never seen before in his life. (His first thought was that Harry must've snuck it into his pocket to convince Mione that yep, he did read, but it quickly got trampled by the more pressing thoughts of what was going on.) He stood up and brushed himself off- a largely useless endeavour, as all it did was shake whatever dirt hadn't already been soaked into his clothes into the ever-present dampness and thereby continuing the problem. Ron looked at the book for a moment, planning to just flip through it and stick it back in his pocket- what use was a book when he was in the middle of a storm?- but what was in it caught his eye. Something like a list of messages, people communicating with one another...through books.
Ron wasn't keen on the idea of books being the center of communication. But he went with it.
One of the more recent entries said something about a library- and a shelter. Ron stuffed the book into his jacket pocket and set off, hoping the direction of the library would become clearer as he walked. As luck would have it, it did- as one of the few structures remaining that at least looked sound from the outside, it stood out rather well. He made his way for the door and was quickly let in by equally drenched looking people- who explained the storm and repeatedly asked why for the love of god he'd been outside in it. (Ron was reminded a lot of his mother, and took his first opportunity to duck out and explore a bit.)
There, by the fire, was the last person he'd been expecting to see- but honestly one of the ones he'd hoped he would. Mione was perched with her leg propped up, staring at a book very much like his own. He bit his lip and made his way over to her, hoping she wouldn't take his sudden appearance as poorly as she had in the past. Deathly Hallows anyone