WHO: Ginny Potter, Hermione Granger WHEN: Wednesday (I have no idea what day of the month this actually is. Help?) WHERE: The Leaky & Diagon Alley RATING: TBA STATUS: Incomplete SUMMARY: Ginny helps Hermione prepare for the ball. And Hermione panics and is just generally awkward.
Hermione was a bit of a nervous wreck as she stood outside the Leaky waiting for Ginny. She had gone from trying to decide that Ron asking her to the St. Mungo's Charity ball was just a friends thing to finding out otherwise. He didn't want to go but had to and didn't want to suffer it alone, she had thought. No. Ginny had told her that Ron had "a thing" for her when they were fourteen and evidently still did.
This particular bit of information had, at first, demanded that Hermione play six hours of Cello and spend another twelve straight hours working on the MLE's puzzle box. This, however, meant that she had it pretty much solved and her mind was free to over-analyze her suddenly incredibly analyzable emotional life.
She pulled at the hem of her rounded-neck turquoise t-shirt. She'd made an effort to look relatively nice today, because if she hadn't, the shopkeepers would give her the look that they usually did, which said, 'You have no idea what you're doing. Please seek professional help, then come back'. So, she'd put on the t-shirt, a navy sweater, a cream-colored ankle-length skirt, simple jewelery and braided her hair.
So far she had come up with no answers despite her over-analyzing. Ron couldn't possibly have 'a thing' for her (what did that even mean?!), Ginny was mistaken. Right? But what if she wasn't? Why was Ron moving now? Was he just interested in sex? Maybe that was it. Hermione wasn't sure that she could just have sex with Ron. She had a feeling that with him everything went the opposite way it usually did. Usually, Hermione could only have sex with someone and then she ran. Or they did. Either way it was only ever sex. Hermione had to admit to herself, now, though, that the feelings she'd had for Ron years ago had never really gone away.
Instead she'd just managed to bury them. Really, really deep. And they managed to be resurfaced by one hug and a simple request for a date. She was in deep trouble. She needed to get a handle on herself. Even more, though, she needed to talk to Ginny. Hopefully Ginny would be there soon.