ronald weasley is clueless as usual (ohroonil) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-05-28 17:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, hermione granger, ron weasley |
Who: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger
When: May 26th
Where: some woods/campground in New York
What: taking a little time to themselves
Rating: OG-13 for implied sexy times
It was bad enough finding Hugo missing, but then finding out Rose was gone, too? Ron was gutted by the news and it was perfectly obvious that Hermione was, too. The idea to get away was probably a selfish one, but Ron suddenly wanted to get away from all of it. Maybe not reading the Network wouldn’t make people any less gone, but he wanted a few days where it was just him and Hermione, whether it helped them to cope with things or not. He was glad she’d agreed and now that they were out here, essentially in the middle of nowhere, he knew coming here had been the right thing to do. Their phones had come with them, but Ron’s was carefully stowed away and he hadn’t bothered to glance at it. The point in this, after all, was to get away from technology and civilization and just be by themselves for awhile. He smiled over at Hermione as they walked along the shore of the lake they had camped near. It was nice and peaceful out here. A part of him wished they could just stay here indefinitely, even though he would miss Harry and his mum and even Percy if they stayed away. -- To say Hermione was torn up about her children being gone was a complete understatement. It felt like a hole had been torn in her heart. Even though Hugo and Rosie were older than she was, having them had been a blessing she never thought possible. They were proof that she and Ron had done something right. They had made her laugh and were kind when she needed it...they were wonderful. And now...well, she was happy she had Ron. He knew just what she needed. First, the challenge of creating a wizard tent was a good mental exercise (she thought she did quite well with the resources she had. It had a bedroom, a living room with wireless and comfy chairs, a kitchen and a WC. Not bad considering the time she had), and now, as they walked along the lake, she felt peaceful for the first time in days. She hadn't looked at anything that connected them without the outside world, here it was just the two of them. That was all she really needed now, to be happy. "This is lovely, Ron. It reminds me of...well, this is better than that time for a lot of important reasons." She squeezed his hand, sorry she brought up the last time they had been camping. "Er, well, it's good for us to have some GOOD memories to replace those with, don't you agree?" She blushed and shook her head, pausing to look out over the lake. The wind blew her hair in her face but she didn't even mind. It was peaceful here. It was easy to forget they had both lost people so dear to them for an indeterminate amount of time. -- “It wasn’t all bad,” Ron pointed out. It was easy to look back on that time with a selective memory, especially when he’d rather not remember what a spoiled brat he’d been back then. Rather than appreciating everything Hermione did to keep them safe, he’d whinged about the lack of comfort and the food that couldn’t live up to his mum’s. He’d shouted at them both that they didn’t understand how it felt to worry about their families while they were on the run. Ron wasn’t proud of the way he had acted. Maybe the locket or rather the bit of Voldemort inside of it had been responsible for his behavior, but he was still ashamed. His family was their family. He understood that now, even if he’d been too much of a prat to see it then. “This is nicer, though,” he was quick to point out. Despite his words, he couldn’t think of a lot of good moments when they were camping out during the war. Mainly because he’d been an arse and Hermione had been angry. He remembered moments before that, though, when they’d fallen asleep holding hands, back when he’d been too afraid to tell her how he felt about her. When he noticed the hair blown in her face, Ron reached out with his free hand to move it to the side, his thumb brushing along her cheek as he did so. “I mean, we don’t have to listen to Harry snore, for one,” he joked. -- She regretted bringing up the camping trip that was their horrible 7th year, mostly because she didn't like the fact that it seemed to be rubbing Ron's mistake into his face. He knew he had done wrong. He knew how much it had hurt all of them when he left, and she had forgiven him long ago. To keep bringing it up was just adding pain, and they were in enough of it now. She missed her parents, she missed the comforts of their world and her easiness in it, and now...now she missed the little family they had been here. She and Ron had raised two funny, intelligent, caring children, and she loved them more than words. It hadn't even mattered that until they had both arrived here, she and Ron hadn't even talked about their feelings for one another. They had now. They loved one another. And that love would get them through this time. She was thinking so hard that she hadn't even noticed his hand until he felt his thumb brush her cheek. The simple intimacy of it brought her back to the present moment, and she covered his hand with hers, her heart pounding in a pleasant, giddy sort of way. Her love for him was pretty overwhelming at the moment, and it took a lot in her not to start crying or doing something else mad. She still wasn't the best with emotions, she was always better at logic and figuring out problems. This was one that she didn't think she had a hope of solving. But his joke helped, because she found herself laughing. First, it was just a little chuckle, and then it was a peal, and before she knew it she was nearly doubled over. She put her arms around his neck and wiped a mirthful tear from her eye. "You're right. We don't. Sorry, I don't mean to be insane, but I needed a laugh. You always seem to know what I need better than I do, Ron. I don't know how you do it." -- Ron was glad for her laugh, because that was exactly what he had been trying to do. They had both been through so much and now losing Rose and Hugo from this place. Ron knew they wouldn’t want him and Hermione to be sad. More than that, though, he couldn’t stand Hermione being sad and he’d hoped to cheer her up with his joke. Sometimes she didn’t find his jokes very funny, but this was one of the times when it paid off and he grinned as she nearly doubled over. “You do the same for me, ‘Mione, he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tighter. They complemented each other in that way. They were so different when you thought about it, but together they seemed to balance one another perfectly. Maybe it had taken Ron time to realize it, but now he couldn’t picture anything other than how they were now. “I’m glad you laughed,” he added. “There was a chance you might have hit me, but a laugh was definitely more what I was going after.” -- It was true, they did compliment each other in ways that even Hermione couldn't fully decipher. She needed someone who appreciated her intellect but loved her for more than it. Who could pull her out of her headspace and help her to experience the world outside the library. Ron could infuriate her like no one else, but he also was kind, and good, even if he was sometimes a bit dense or thoughtless. She thought enough for 10 people, really, and was sometimes TOO sensitive. They needed one another, and now more than ever. "Of course I would. I'd do anything for you," Hermione said, her hands covering his as she leaned into his embrace. It was strange to her that before coming here she had been afraid to take the next step for them to be in a relationship. Part of it was the fact that they were still healing after the war, but part of it was her fear that if she tried to have a relationship with Ron and it failed, she wouldn't just lose a boyfriend, but one of her best friends. And his whole family, which had become like her own family. Part of why it was so special having Rosie and Hugo here was that it was proof that they not only worked but they LASTED. Hermione nuzzled her face into the crook near Ron's neck and smiled, wiping away a tear of mirth. "I'm glad I laughed too. I think it was just what I needed to get out of this funk." She pulled back and looked up at him, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Ron...this may be a strange time for it, or a perfect time, but...I have a question." -- Ron had felt the same fears. He’d always thought Hermione was too good for him. That was why it had been so easy for the locket to affect him as it had. That was why it had led them to imagine something between her and Harry that wasn’t there. He’d always been envious of Harry, but more than that, he thought Harry was the sort of bloke someone like Hermione should fancy. He’d never thought she would feel this way about him and that had kept him silent for fear of losing her friendship if he ever spoke up. He’d nearly done so, anyway, with the number of bad rows they’d had. There were times when they wouldn’t even speak to one another. Maybe it was that which gave him a little more courage to pursue this once he knew she did feel the same about him. He knew now that there was nothing that could cause them to stop being friends, no matter how they argued. Even if their relationship didn’t work out. But Rose and Hugo were proof it did work out and he was just as thankful for that as she was. Ron has messed up enough in his life, but not them. They were perfect. He smiled as they shared this moment together, but as she spoke again, it shifted into a quizzical expression. “What is it?” he asked. -- Hermione had been nervous about taking things to the next level, it was true. They had talked about it, which made her feel better, and they had been living together and all, but they hadn't yet really found the right time to actually do anything. Well, things had come close, but...all the same. There had been things to worry about and distract them both. Perhaps it was a strange time to think about it, with their children gone, but suddenly she realized they hadn't really been ALONE the whole time they have been in New York. "Ron," she started, looking at his face, which was so full of questions and made her heart hurt. "Ron, I...now that we're here, it just seems like this is the first time we've really been alone since we've been here. Even the apartment, it seems like someone is always there. But here it's just us. And if anything, I love you more now than I ever have. I know that's weird but...well, maybe now would be a good time for us to take that next step." She thought her face would be burning up, but she was surprisingly calm. -- It took Ron a moment to catch on to what she was saying, but once he got there, his ears went bright pink in a truly spectacular blush. He didn’t know what he had expected her to say, but that certainly wasn’t it. Ron was absolutely, definitely not going to object. He was a teenage boy, after all. He’d thought about taking that step with Hermione more than a few times. Every time they’d come close and not quite gotten there, he’d almost wondered if they’d ever get there. Obviously, they did, because they had children in the future, but it certainly felt like it had been an age since their first talk about this. “It’s not weird,” he assured her after a moment’s pause. It seemed like it would be crass to be so eager, but he was that. Maybe the timing seemed strange given what they had just lost, but in a way it had brought them closer. And why shouldn’t they take advantage of being truly alone for once? “I.. yeah... now sounds like a good time.. yeah,” he managed, a little awkwardly because he was trying to not sound like a hormonal teenager, even if that was exactly what he was. -- Ron blushing was enough to make Hermione happy she'd brought it up in the first place. It took a lot for her not to laugh, even though she wasn't laughing AT him. She still thought that now wasn't exactly the time to be laughing when she just suggested they have sex for the first time. She smiled, looking at their linked hands for a moment before looking back up at him. "Ron, I'm ready. I think we are too. I think we've gone through enough to know how strong our relationship is." She took a break and put it all out there. "I think I was afraid to be with you before because I was afraid that somehow we'd fight and break up and I couldn't stand losing you. Knowing we were together in the future and it worked out, well, that made it easier. But I was still afraid to leap to things with you, sexually, because I didn't want it to seem like I just wanted to because I know we work in the future. But...we work NOW. I love you more than I could ever say. And I keep thinking about how much I want to show you in ALL ways." She paused, knowing that was a lot to say, and glanced out over the lake again. "I want you," she said, turning back to him. -- One of Ron’s hands came up to rest against her cheek and he shook his head as she spoke. “You could never lose me, ‘Mione,” he murmured. Ron wasn’t often serious, but he was now as he looked down at his girlfriend. He was certain of that. There was nothing so bad that they couldn’t work through it. There was nothing that could make him stop loving her. He blushed again, when she said she wanted to show him in all ways, when she told him she wanted him. He was amazed by her ability to put into words everything he was feeling himself and all he could do for a moment was nod his head in agreement. “I’m ready, too,” he breathed, finally. “I want you. I-” He didn’t know what else to say, but maybe they were beyond words now, so instead he bent down to kiss her. -- Of course Hermione couldn't even say that she wanted to sleep with her boyfriend without it sounding a little awkward. This wasn't exactly her forte, and frankly, even though she felt ready, she also was suddenly very conscious of the fact that she'd never been very experienced in ANYTHING regarding relationships and sex was definitely one of those things for which she had no personal understanding. However, Hermione was also a woman of learning. She'd read plenty of books on the subject, even watched a few informative videos or two. And she hadn't been as embarrassed as she thought she might be. Perhaps that was a sign that she was ready, but she could picture her and Ron doing those things and it being wonderful-an expression of their feelings for one another. On the other hand, she was well aware that first times weren't always the best. Which didn't really matter to her. All times would be with Ron, and they would figure things out together. That was when they were at their best. Ron was definitely better at actions than words, so it didn't surprise her when, after stammering his assent, he kissed her. More importantly, she was quite happy he did so. Neither of them might have been very experienced in kissing prior to becoming a couple, but they certainly had grown practiced in these months, and he never failed to make her knees feel a bit weak. Her arms went around his neck, and her fingers softly stroked his ears. She smiled as she pulled back. "Well. Perhaps the tent then?" There was a definite twinkle in her eye. |