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WEASLEY, ron b. (pigwidgeoned) wrote in pandorarpg,

Ron thought about not going. Not because he didn't want to see her, because it was Hermione and of course he wanted to see her, but because he was afraid of what she might think of him. He knew that she'd already said she didn't care but she hadn't actually seen him yet. He also didn't know what he was even supposed to say to her, because it might be easy enough to talk to her about Harry, but it still felt like a sword in his side every time that he did. He wasn't sure if it was rightly worth the trouble.

Once he'd popped outside the door of her flat, he hesitated from knocking for a while, afraid of what waited on the other side. But he knew it was just Hermione and this was stupid of him to be worried about seeing her - he'd known her since he was eleven years old for Merlin's sake. When he knocked she seemed to be at the door in seconds and before he could even say 'Hi' she was already crying and talking and hugging him and he froze, not really sure what he was supposed to do first. Finally he wrapped his arms around her waist, breathing in the scent of her hair, surprised how long it had been since he'd smelt it.

"Blimey, 'Mione. It's alright, yeah?" He rubbed her back a bit before asking, "Can I come in now?"