hermione granger (bossybooks) wrote in whizlogs, @ 2012-09-19 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! house: gryffindor, ! month: september, hermione granger, ron weasley |
WHO: Hermione and Ron
WHAT: Hermimone got a present from Ron. No really.
WHERE: Gryffindor Common Room
WHEN: Sept 19 1995
STATUS: Log/InComplete
As he sat in his usual spot in the Gryffindor common room after dinner that night, he could have been thankful that he didn’t have detention again. He could have been, but instead had decided showing his displeasure over the amount of homework he currently had. What was it accomplishing? Certainly not this essay he was supposed to be working on, though it did give the added benefit of keeping him somewhat entertained until Harry came to join he and Hermione. Depending on the other male’s current mood, his addition from wherever he was to where they were could definitely offer a wanted distraction. Or he could jump at their throats again, but at least it wouldn’t be homework? Sighing loudly again, Ron took up tapping the tip of his quill against his parchment. Just a continuous tap, tap, tap as he stared off into oblivion from where his head was perched on one hand. Hermione was trying to focus on the task at hand, which was currently writing out her Charms essay. She was trying to forget what a disappointment her birthday had been. Not that it was, particularly, a day that much was made of, but this year was particularly dull and drab. She'd received the usual parcel from her parents, with some money and a card and a few small gifts. Ginny had given her a present and Mrs. Weasley had sent her some fudge. And there had been Ron's present of course. Her lips twisted up at that. Or lack of it. "Can you please stop making so much noise," she snapped at Ron. "It's distracting." Of course, this only made Ron sigh louder as he turned his line of sight to land on her. “Oi, have you ever considered not even doing OWLs and NEWTs and just becoming a librarian if you think a sigh is too loud, Hermione?” His brows raised high onto his forehead, though, if you looked hard enough you could see the very start of a smug smirk wanting to play across his lips. It was one of those things that came along with such brilliant comedic timing. “Besides, you’re like... done already, so I think you’ll be quite fine.” She was probably doing even better by the way he’d gestured his hand over her essay and managed to smear the line of print she had written without noticing it. "Librarians are highly trained individuals, Ron, not that I would expect you to know that." Hermione looked up from her essay with a slightly sour expression. "You can't be one if you don't take your NEWTS." She glanced over at his barely worked on essay and then back at hers. "And I'll have you know I'm revising what I wrote." It might not come as a surprise that Ron was a little put off that librarians apparently had to study to become librarians - uhhh, how hard could alphabetising and organising books be? - but he tried not to let it show. Even if Hermione probably already knew this was a new fact for him considering she was a know-it-all, but whatever. Que even more force being put into him rolling his eyes in her direction. “I swear, all you ever do is revise. Then revise your revising ,so you can revise the revising you just revised!” Logic. “There’s better things you could be doing with your time. Say... like... today you could have...” Staring off so he could think, it quickly dawned on him that he’d forgotten something Very Important about this day. Hoping she didn’t see the sudden flicker of recognition in his eyes as he turned back at her, his less than confident finish wasn’t exactly helping, though. “Today you could have spent the day gushing over the brillbirthday present I have for you if you hadn’t been going on and on with revisions.” Smooth, Ron. Smooth. Hermione's eyes flickered back up to him. "Well that would have required you getting me a present wouldn't it." Her mouth curved up a little though, and she pushed her revisions aside for the moment, folding her hands under her chin and staring at him. "Or you remembering my birthday." He tried his best to look positively hurt in that moment, though it was safe to say he might have been overselling it a bit. He had to at least been better than Fred or George’s acting, yeah? Maybe not, but he wasn’t going to let Hermione know that he’d completely forgotten about her birthday - had Harry forgotten too? - and was going to do everything in his power to turn this around on her. Both the situation and that little look she was giving him right now. “Uhhh, Hermione, were you that busy this morning you didn’t realize the happy birthday I muttered under my breath while still half asleep?” It wasn’t true, but was plausible and neither of them could disagree there. “As for your present,” he gave a cocky tilt of his head, “I didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone.” ...wait, what? What had he just implied there? Oh Godric. Hermione's cheeks pinked a little bit at that as she sat up straight in her chair. She folded her arms across her chest and bit her lower lip in thought at what he'd said. She was fairly certain she hadn't missed a morning greeting, even if it had been muffled by sleep and a mouthful of toast and jam. "Oh." It wasn't the most elegant thing to say, but sufficient and better than trying to think of how to answer that. Suddenly her eyebrows lowered. "Were you afraid of Fred and George having a laugh at you?" He noticed the blush taking over her face and hoped she was far too concerned with keeping it under control to notice that the tops of his ears were turning that furious red they often did. Okay, okay, okay, if he had remembered Hermione’s birthday there was a chance we would have tried to put some sort of personal touch on it, but it for some reason bothered him that out of nowhere he alluded that he had when he hadn’t. Try as he might to just view her as Harry’s Other Friend for as long as possible, he could no longer deny that she was a person who meant a lot to him. But, holy shit, did he have to say something to that accord? It could be noted how he probably should have been more worried that he didn’t actually have a present for her, but much prefered to silently wig out over the semantics of what he had said. Hey, that’s Ron... “Yeah,” he got out in a much quieter voice than he usually did. There was an odd tug in the pit of his stomach that he wasn’t sure if it was due to further digging into this lie or the conversation at hand. Deciding he didn’t care and just needed a moment of composure, Ron charged forward into said lie, “Gimme a minute and I’ll go get it for you?” Which, of course, meant that he was going to rummage through his trunk and find something to pass off as a birthday gift in short order. "All right." Hermione watched him go off up the stairs to the boy's dormitory with something resembling both amusement and frustration. He really wasn't fooling her that he'd gotten her something, but she thought it was typical of Ron that he was pretending to all the same. In a sweet yet vaguely irritating sort of way. While he was gone she looked over at his essay and corrected a couple of spelling errors for him automatically, then turned back to hers and tried to focus on it as she thought over what he'd said. Why did he have to be so maddening? Harry was never this frustrating. Well, he was, but in his own fashion that never bothered her somehow the way that Ron did. Maybe someday she'd figure it out. Hopefully. |