InsaneJournal

Who: Hermione and Ron
What: Coming out of hiding and actually talking
Where: Mione's Flat
When: November 8, 11:30am-ish
Rating: PG-13 for language at most



Hermione rushed about her flat, tidying the place up a bit, not that there was much to do, but she hadn't really cared much for the way her place looked in the last week, given the circumstances. Still, the place looked a bit unlived in, and it bothered her. She knew Ron would care less, but her mother had taught her better than to have her place in shambles when company was coming over. Once the place was in better shape, she hurried to the kitchen and dug around in the fridge to see what she actually had that was edible, since she'd told Ron she had some stuff. Really, she just didn't want him to find an excuse to not come over until later. She really needed to see him, he was all she had in the world now, or at least, it felt that way. What she did know was that she needed to be with him right now, becuase neither of them should have to go through all this on their own. Mione pulled a few hunks of cheese out of the fridge and found half a loaf of bread in the bread box. It wasn't much, but it would have to do, she guessed. She pulled plates out, sliced the bread, and set it out on the counter for when he arrived. She imagined it wouldn't be long.

Hermione sat down on the couch and cracked open one of the many books she's checked out of the library and started reading about the legend of Pandora once more. There were a few variations of the story, but for the most part, they seemed to basically match up. Still, even after reading every single one she could get her hands on, she felt like there should be more that she could glean from these pages. She sighed, wishing she had more to bring to the meeting than just some variations on an age old story, that most people knew already. She decided she should probably focus more on the dreams that people were having, that might give her a hint as to what they were actually dealing with, and maybe help her find a stronger connection to the Pandora thing. At that moment there was a knock at the door, and Hermione put the book down, half glad for the distraction, half nervous out of her mind about seeing Ron. They hadn't really spoken much or seen each other since a few weeks before Harry's death. They were in one of their off again spots, but not because of disagreements, just because of work getting crazy and things demanding their attention. But she needed him now, and she had a feeling he could use her around too.

Hermione smoothed out her blouse and hurried to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it and attempting to put a smile on her face, but it was half hearted, and tears rimmed her eyes when she finally saw him. Whether he was ready for it or not, Hermione threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, as she was known to do. "I'm so glad you're here, I've missed you, I'm sorry for not contacting you, I know I said that already, but I really am," she babbled quickly.