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Hermione Jean Granger (ex_enchantin428) wrote in ultrarpg,
@ 2008-08-18 19:30:00

Who: Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.
When: Monday evening sometime.
Where: Hermione's flat.
What: A surprise visit from Ron :D.
Rating: PG-13 -- simply because Ron has a potty mouth.
Status: Complete.

Hermione's day had been quiet, well planned out. She had systematically checked off everythign on her list. And for the second time in less than a week Hermione had managed to finish up what she had wanted done before she went home. She really was making head way on her projects at work and it brought her such happiness. Soon there would be more rights for all creatures. It was everything she had ever dreamed of! Having any free time was a rare opportunity. If truth be told she was rather enjoying this little development. It gave her all the time in the world to relax in her home and keep an eye on Crookshanks. She had yet to get to the bottom of that mystery! But she was working on it.

Nestled into a large chair, her copy of Hogwarts: A History was splayed out onto her lap. One hand absently flipped the pages while the other hand gently stroked Crookshanks head. It was nights like these that Hermione truly enjoyed. It gave her every chance to unwind. The stress of the day was gone and Hermione was able to concentrate on something that wasn't work related. She loved those moments. Reaching out she grabbed her cup of tea, slowly bringing it to her lips so that she could take a drink.

Nothing could be more perfect tonight. Well, maybe one thing.

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ex_enchantin428
2008-08-20 08:55 pm UTC (link)

No one in a million years would ever believe that Hermione Jean Granger had opened up her mouth and invited Ronald Bilius Weasley to spend the night in her home. Where was he going to sleep!? Obviously he would have to sleep on the couch. She couldn't rightly have him sleep anywhere else. Then again, that was a bit rude. No, it wasn't rude. It was normal. She had gone quiet, trying to sort this all out. If she didn't seem crazy before she was almost certain that the quiet would solidify that thought.

"Right," she said, the disappointment was evident in her voice. Why, though!? She had gotten out of it! Well, she had thought that. Her head snapped up in his direction, eyes wide.

"You ..really?" Okay. Hermione was breathing heavily -- something that seemed to happen a lot around Ron. "I do go in pretty early so it would work. If you really wanted to." Why did she keep saying that!? Hadn't he already agreed!? "Are you going to need something to sleep in?" Not that she could offer much.

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red_knight
2008-08-20 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Ron took a step away from Hermione, backing up towards the far kitchen wall. Why was she so quiet? Why did she sound sound upset about the whole thing? Maybe she really had been playing with him, or at just offering to be polite and he'd gone and taken her seriously. Why the hell would she want someone like him to stay over anyway?

"If I want to? Well if you want me to, I could, s-s'not like I've got anything to do at home, don't even have a cat to feed or anything." Ron was mumbling, he felt his voice start to stutter -- something he only did when extremely nervous. "Might make me on time for once." mumble mumble.

"Oh, uh, I don't normally sleep in pyjamas." His face was instantly red. Again. He hadn't actually meant it in that he slept in the nude or anything, just that he normally fell asleep in whatever clothes he happened to be wearing that day, or he'd go to bed in his boxers.

"Where would I...?" His eyes darted around nervously, trying to figure out where exactly in the apartment he would be staying. It looked like his only option was the couch, not unless she was going to offer him a place in her bed. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face. This was more nerve-wracking than studying for auror exams.

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ex_enchantin428
2008-08-20 09:14 pm UTC (link)

Why was he backing up!? Why was this so nerve-wracking!? Why had she gone and opened her big mouth? He looked completley horrified at this idea. But then he started to speak again. Okay, that was good, wasn't it? It must have been good.

"Me? Well, I did ask, didn't I?" Maybe not on purpose, but it was too far in to go back now. Not that she really wanted to the more she thought about it. "I think I'd actually rather like you around my flat. It's been ages since someone has stayed with me." Lav! She had meant Lav and Parvati! That was all. Hermione tried to stop hiding the fact that she was blushing. It was almost constant by now. At least since she had invited him to spend the night.

And then he had to go and make a comment like that! He didn't sleep in pyjamas!? What was a girl to think!? She couldn't rightly think straight when he talked like that. Images of his bare chest kept flashing in her mind -- among other things. A'hem. And when he mentioned sleeping she just kept picturing a naked Ron in her bed. This was not good.

Glancing at him she sort of weakly shrugged. "I suppose we can figure something out. You could always take my bed and I could sleep out here. It's really the right thing for me to do." Yes, Hermione. Put him in your bed where you sleep each night. Brilliant.

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red_knight
2008-08-20 09:36 pm UTC (link)

"You did. You asked." Ron said it almost like an accusation, because it was easier to blame this horrifically awkward nigh entirely on her than to admit he might be part of the problem as well.

Ron's mouth dropped open, closing once and opening again like a gaping fish. "You .. what?! Who has been here? Who stayed with you?" He sounded angry again, possessive. It always made him think of Viktor Krum and the Yule Ball. It was that year, that very moment when he'd seen Hermione spinning in her lovely blue dress, in someone else's arms, that he had finally come to the shocking realization that he might like her. Like her like her. Being completely unreasonable, he had thought then that Hermione should really belong to no one but him, even if he didn't actually stake a claim on her. It appeared that he still felt that way.

"Noel?! Has Noel been here?" He was staring at the apartment again, searching for signs that someone other than Hermione had ever been there. He couldn't see much of anything save the bit of dirt he'd tracked into the house and the edge of the leaf sticking out from under the mat where he had tried to stuff it.

"I can't take your bed!" Oh, Merlin. If he slept in her bed he might go insane. He could smell her from where he was standing. It was a nice smell, a girly smell, but he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was exactly. He could only imagine what it would be like to sleep in her bed. Her pillows would surely smell just like her. His body would be covered by the same blankets and sheets that hugged her every night. He was embarrassed to think about what shape it would all be in the morning. What if he drooled? What if he had one of his dreams and -- no, he wasn't even going to think about that right now.

Besides, if he slept in Hermione's bed, she'd be left for the couch. Then he'd wake up in the morning and stumble out into the living room and there she would be. What if the blankets fell off her in the night? What if he could see her laying there, wearing ... whatever it was that she wore to bed?

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ex_enchantin428
2008-08-20 09:50 pm UTC (link)

"I -- what!?" Hermione could barely get a word in edgewise. It seemed like Ron was on a roll. For someone who didn't care if she had plans with someone else he certainly seemed a bit high strung. Hermione frowned a bit at him.

"Oh, yes, Ronald. Haven't you heard? I frquently bring men to my flat and have them sleep here. There was just a lull in my rotation!" If Hermione had been younger she woul dhave stamped her foot at the very end. Seeing as how she was an adult she felt like that might be pushing it.

"I only meant when I had roommates at Hogwarts!" She would clarify for him since he seemed to be completley nutters over the idea that someone might have been here. My he was twitchy!

"Of course you can sleep in my bed." Hermione was Hermione. But tonight she felt like someone else. "I can't just let you sleep out on the couch." She bit her lip, considering the other option. "I do have a big bed .." the sentence trailed off. Oh yes, she had suggested. Her eyes darted around looking for the culprit! Someone else must have made her say it!

They were both adults. It was a reasonable offer. Yes, she would just keep telling herself that.

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red_knight
2008-08-20 10:02 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe you really are a scarlet woman after all!" Oh, bugger. Ron could not believe that he'd just said that. He could not even believe that he still remembered that to the point where he could bring it up in conversation again. Hermione was going to think he was absolutely nutters, if she didn't think so already. She probably did.

He knew she was joking, knew that Hermione was not the kind of girl who would become some kind of slag, willing to house any man who came to her door. Yet the thought still infuriated him. He tried to quickly put the ball of conversation back in her court.

"Yeah, well, if you don't invite people over then why'd you just and and invite me to stay the night?" He was absolutely terrified of the answer to that question. He immediately regretted asking it, and was just starting to think that things could possibly never get more humiliating, she spoke again.

"Big -- what? Bed." Ron set a hand on the kitchen counter casually, but really he was using it to brace himself.

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ex_enchantin428
2008-08-20 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Hermione had never really forgotten about the scarlet woman comment. And the fact that he said it again only seeme dot further the wound. Even if he hadn't been serious she still worried that he thought that. Especially after inviting him to stay the night. But she tried to play it off. "Maybe I am," she said dryly, rolling her eyes.

Here it was. The question she wasn't willing to truthfully answer. It seemed a bit odd, too. She had gone this far, but she couldn't make herself do more. "Why? Well, why not? We've known each other since we were eleven, Ron. I don't think you're a lecherous old man." She inched closer, looking him up and down. "Unless you are and I just don't know."

She really needed to lighten the mood. Unfortunately it didn't look like it was going to happen any time soon. Pink cheeked she motioned towards her room. "Yeah, I could sleep on one side and you could sleep on the other side. It would be like before." But in much less frightening conditions and on something comfortable. Why did she keep suggesting this!?

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