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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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red_knight
2008-08-21 04:12 pm UTC (link)

Ron was stuck, unsure of how to respond or even if he should. He clearly felt ridiculous, not only because of the comment he had made earlier but because he was laying shirtless on Hermione's bed while she chastised him for being a git. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't very well tell her that yes, she should stay in her flat all alone without talking to anyone else, because he even realized how stupid it sounded. He was laying there trying to figure out what he should say next, or do next, or anything, when she hysterically pointed out his lack of a shirt.

"OH. Does this bother you?!" Ron sat up on the bed, fell forward to his knees, and crawled across the sheets until he reached his shirt. He picked it up and waved it in front of Hermione's face. "Being shirtless, oh, what a terrible awkward thing for you! Maybe I'll just take your route, you know, I'll put my shirt back on but I'll take my pants off! Would you like that better, Hermione?!" Ron yanked his t-shirt back over his head almost violently, messing up his hair even more than in the process. His fingers moved to the button on his jeans, but he was almost positive he wouldn't actually be able to do it. Not like this.

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ex_enchantin428
2008-08-21 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Bad choice Hermione! BAD! She pointed at him again, waving her hand. "Yes! Yes it bothers me, Ronald!" Even though it actually didn't. All it proved to do was cause her to become distracted. It was easier to focus on something little like his lack of shirt rather than her rampent emotions.

And then things took a rapid change. The room seemed to spin in front of her as he yelled and threw his shirt back on. And then he seemed to be removing a different piece of clothing. Without thinking she reached forward, grasping his wrist. How had she gotten so close? She stared straight at him. "You wouldn't dare!" Her eyes maybe had been able to stay on him, but she had to release his wrist.

"And besides this is my flat! I sleep how I want. I sleep how I always sleep! And why is it such an issue for you! If I remember correctly you don't exactly see me as a girl! I'm just one of the boys, Ron! This is not the body of a boy!" She waved wildly at her own body to indicate to him that she was indeed a woman.

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red_knight
2008-08-21 06:11 pm UTC (link)

"'Course it would bother you," Ron muttered, fingers still touching the button of his jeans. His thumb traced the waistband almost absentmindedly; he wasn't really going to take his trousers off and therefore wasn't thinking about it too carefully. He almost gasped when Hermione grabbed his wrist. His eyes met hers for a moment but then he averted his gaze, shaking out his hand from where she had grabbed him. Whether or not she had meant to, she'd grabbed hard.

Ron watched Hermione's outburst with a building tension. He felt he was merely seconds away from having his own. At her very last sentence, Ron choked back obvious laughter. If only Hermione could see herself, waving frantically and almost screeching. She seemed like she might be really offended. He cocked his head to the side.

"'Mione, you haven't been a boy for a long time to me." Surely she ought to know that at least. He wouldn't have snogged a boy, that's for bloody sure. He started to chuckle again before he remembered he was supposed to be mad.

"Oh! YOU. It's perfectly fine for you to prance about nearly starkers with your little t-shirt and your, your legs! You want to talk about what kind of games I am playing, look at this!" And in a very uncharacteristic move, Ron reached out and placed one hand on the side Hermione's exposed thigh, running it up her skin until he bumped into the t-shirt. Absolutely horrified with himself, he yanked his hand back as if he'd touched fire.

"S'nothing there." He muttered, obviously referring to pants.

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ex_enchantin428
2008-08-21 06:24 pm UTC (link)

Hearing him call her 'Mione had taken some of her fight. It seemed he rarely called her that, much to her dismay. It was a chore to pull her attention back to the arguement at hand. Her mind had started pulling towards other little things instead. Things that Hermione clearly should not have been thinking. What did he want from her? And what was she willing to give? If she were honest with herself that much was obvious.

Finally dragging her attention back to him she tried interrupting him every so often. "It's my flat!" Hermione seemed to repeat again and again. "I'm hardly playing a game when I wear what I always wear!" It would have been very easy for her to continue her rant, berating him as she went along. But then, something that Hermione never had expected happened.

His hand had touched her leg. No he had done more than that. That path he had trailed along her leg seemed to burn, tingle. Hermione was left feeling dizzy from the sensation, small as it was.

All that seemed to hang in the air now was silence. Hermione, it seemed, was finally rendered silent.

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