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Hermione Jean Granger (athenas_pupil) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-28 19:52:00

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hermione granger, ronald weasley

Who: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley
When: The evening of 28 January
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe
Status: Incomplete/Closed
Summary: Hermione and Ron meet after work to talk about things.

The idea of meeting Ron at the Leaky Cauldron shouldn't have made her nervous, but it did. It was the first time they had spoken since she had gotten married, save the few minutes they spoken at the ball before complete mayhem broke out as a result of the Dark Mark appearing. She knew why she was nervous, though. She still loved him, had since sixth year when her feelings turned from a hard, school-girl crush to feelings that were much more deeper. For awhile, she had thought things might work out between them, but things got in the way and they were never given the chance to make it work.

Now, however, she was married, and though she didn't agree with the Ministry whatsoever, it still didn't change the fact that Ron did nothing but sit back and watch as her life was completely turned inside out because of one sheet of parchment. She did feel bitter because of it, but how couldn't she? But then again, she argued, she could have taken matters into her own hands herself.

Sighing as she opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron, she looked around, but didn't see that familiar head of red hair anywhere. She was early though, so she gave Tom a small wave before helping herself into one of the booths.

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gingerboy
2008-07-29 01:37 am UTC (link)

Ron could only nod as she talked. He knew everything she was saying; wait, wait, and more waiting was part of their game plan. It always was their plan: in their sex life, their future and their plans. Let things settle. But life wasn't like that, and now they were realizing that the best laid plans were for naught.

He let his hand slip down to her waist, and he pulled her closer, and leaned into her ear, to whisper, "I don't take you for anything, honey. I just thought...that maybe I was too late. I.....I want to be your first, Hermione. I want you to be mine. I don't care who you are married to, do you hear me? I love you."

His breath was light against her ear, and his words were only meant for her, and caused his heart to beat slightly faster. There was no point in waiting until they were married, as had always been the plan. It was pointless now, and he needed her to know it.

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athenas_pupil
2008-07-29 02:06 am UTC (link)

Hermione had learned over the past few weeks that whatever plans she had originally had meant absolutely nothing. Having always been a person who had everything laid out in advance before she did things, the past few weeks had turned everything upside down and inside out. It was beginning to take its toll on her to the point where she was becoming overwhelmed. She didn't worth well without a set schedule - never had, and likely never would.

Her eyes widened when Ron leaned closer and said those things to her, though her nose crinkled ever so slightly at the term of endearment. She had never heard him be so - so brazen before and her cheeks were turning a nice shade of scarlet as a result. Looking over his shoulder, her eyes scanned the Leaky Cauldron and made sure no one was intruding on their conversation.

"You shouldn't say such things," she said quietly, pulling back enough so she could look at him. "I mean - it's not that I don't appreciate them or want to hear them. Just - if anyone hears you speaking like that to me, you could get in trouble. There are laws against having affairs of any sort outside of the approved matches the Ministry sets up." She didn't want either of them to get in trouble, him especially.

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gingerboy
2008-07-29 02:37 am UTC (link)

Her own admonishment of him caused his cheeks to turn pink as well, and he met her eyes, and smiled weakly at her.

He leaned in, to whisper in her ear again, "I don't much care. What more can they do to ruin my life? Marry me off to Pansy Parkinson? Hell, Hermione, if I don't say these things to you now, when am I ever going to have the courage to say them to you again? After you are happily settled with Stephen?"

His own words hurt his heart, and he pulled her close again.

"Just tell me that we won't ever stop being friends? Please? I don't think I could live without you, as a friend, if not more."

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athenas_pupil
2008-07-29 02:53 am UTC (link)

She was glad that he had the decency to blush along with her, otherwise, she would have suspected Polyjuice potion was involved because he could never say such things without turning red, too. When he leaned in again, she closed her eyes. A small laugh escaped when at him being paired with Pansy Parkinson. They would kill each other. "They very rarely allow pureblood matches," she pointed out before frowning.

His words hurt her too. They felt like a slap across the face or a blasting hex in the stomach. They sounded so finalized, as if he were giving up and they were going to revert back to only being friends. But really, what else could they be? She was married and given how quickly the Ministry was pairing people up, he would be soon as well.

"Of course we won't ever stop being friends!" she exclaimed, pulling back and reaching for his hands so she could squeeze them to further drive that point home. "Just because I'm married to someone else and you will be too eventually won't change that, no matter how upset we are over the pairings!" She wasn't about to let the Ministry break up a friendship that had been there for a decade.

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gingerboy
2008-07-29 04:23 pm UTC (link)

He felt his blush fading slightly, and he enjoyed her laugh. He didn't want to be just friends with her. That had all changed that day she kissed him with incredible fire and passion, when they had destroyed the Hufflepuff horcrux. He loved her. He would always love her. But the idea of their friendship slipping back to the terms of 'best friend' hurt him inside. If he hadn't been in the bar, he thought he'd cry on her shoulder; he wasn't that far from it.

But her words of confirmation and her touch cheered him slightly, and he gave her a begrudging smirk, "I don't know how much your husband is going to appreciate me mooning about over you, Hermione. I expect to be a regular feature in your house. Dinners, hanging out, and I certainly expect you to still come over to my flat, above the shop. Agreed?"

He looked at her hands on his and then looked back in her face, "Wear that ring, for me? Please? As a bond of our friendship?"

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athenas_pupil
2008-07-29 04:43 pm UTC (link)

Smiling slightly and feeling some of the awkwardness slip away as he made plans about them spending loads of time together and both their places. "Agreed, but only if you're nice to Stephen," she added as an addendum, giving him a stern look. She knew that there was an underlying agreement between her and Ron where their feelings were concerned, but she didn't want Stephen to feel awkward or left out. He had, after all, given up his place and opted to move into hers to make the transition easier on her end. Something that she hadn't thanked him for yet and which she made a note to do so that evening when she got home.

Things turned serious again and Hermione looked at the box that was still on the table. The ring meant more than friendship regardless of what he said and they both knew it. Hesitantly, she reached out for the box and glanced back at Ron. Pulling the ring out of its little holder, she bit her lip and slipped it onto her right hand.

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gingerboy
2008-07-29 09:58 pm UTC (link)

"Of course I'll be nice to him. He could easily give me the boot if I piss him off too much. But don't you think he is going to feel a bit odd? He's going to have to know how much I love you, 'Mione. That ring proves it. It looks perfect on you," and Ron took her hand and kissed the ring and her finger gently.

He held her right hand in his left hand, and his right arm slipped around her waist again. He pulled her close to him and gave her a small, happy sigh to see the ring on her finger, where it should have been all along.

He found he was suddenly hunger, and asked, "Are you going to be able to stay long? What about coming over to my place for something to eat? Hang out? You can owl Stephen, and tell him to come over too, if you want. I don't want you to go. I had hoped to spend more time with you. I mean, it's been so bloody long since we did spend a good bit of time together."

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athenas_pupil
2008-07-30 12:09 am UTC (link)

While Hermione did appreciate his words and reveled in them, she was consciously aware of their surroundings and that anyone could be watching. She and Ron didn't have the luxury of being unknown; their names had been printed alongside Harry's since they were in school, so it wasn't difficult for someone to easily notice them. She did let him pull her closer though, her eyes dancing between the rest of the Leaky Cauldron over his shoulder and his face.

Biting her lip, Hermione tried to decide whether or not she should go back to Ron's place or not. As she always did, she told Stephen that she would be home almost directly after work, but then again - well, she had hardly had the chance to spend anytime with Ron in the past few weeks.

"I suppose I could. For a little bit anyway. Stephen shouldn't mind too terribly much, I'm sure." And then she added, "Carry in would be easier unless you intended to make sandwiches or something easy."

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gingerboy
2008-07-30 05:03 pm UTC (link)

Ron moved to stand, and said, "I'll get something for us from Tom, some soup and some meat and bread. I'll meet you at the door?" and Ron moved away, to place an order of food to go. Tom's tavern food was simple, but hearty. Ron moved easily across the room, to lean in and speak with Tom. He leaned against the bar as he watched the man head into the back to fetch the food.

Ron turned to look back over at Hermione at the table, and smiled at her. There was something about her that warmed his heart when he looked at her. She was incredibly beautiful, by his estimation, and he felt a pang of jealously at Stephen, who would spend hours and hours with her daily. Did her husband realize what a jewel he had? Her fine delicate features? Her eyes that made one melt inside? The way she moved with confidence and purpose? Ron thought of her cupid bow lips, and the thought of Stephen kissing her flashed through his mind, which he quickly put down. He didn't want to think of that. Her lips were for him alone, he thought resolutely. She was supposed to be his, and he was stubborn in his idea to make this happen.

Tom came out, with a basket, full of the food. He added a round of bread and handed it over to Ron, who paid and would return the empty container in the morning. He moved to the door, ready to open it and lead Hermione out onto the Alley, and to his flat, down the street.

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