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Tweak says, "I dreamt I was a moran..."

Ronald B. Weasley (geroffme) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-11-08 19:11:00

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!1997: 11, !complete, hermione granger, ron weasley

Who: Ron and Hermione
What: Camping, catching up with events back home
Where: The Forest of Dean
When: Today
Warnings: TBA

Ron sat by the remains of their little cooking fire, his journal sitting shut in his lap - after no more than a few minutes of taking in reactions to the latest tripe that passed for news, he'd been tempted to chuck the thing into the flames, and had had to stop for a bit. Now he was glaring off into the woods and trying to ignore the fact that he was still hungry. There was an enormous amount of soon-to-be-wasted food being left on tables in the Great Hall even as he sat here, he knew. He could practically smell it. He understood why they couldn't go back, of course (or at least, he thought he did - it didn't seem as though anything catastrophic had happened since they'd left, though, and Hermione was known for her abundance of caution), but living on the run was starting to take its toll, regardless. They were in plenty of danger out here, after all. And the locket was still very much with them, and sometimes it was hard to see the point.

When he caught himself trying to reconstruct the Sunday dinner menu, he reluctantly opened to where he'd stopped reading, a scowl on his face. "Glad you're all taking it so bloody well," he muttered viciously, kicking up a divot in the leaves as he turned a page. "Easy when you're full of steak and mash, I guess."

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geroffme
2009-11-10 03:52 am UTC (link)

He could tell neither of them really had their hearts in it. Unfortunately, he didn't have any better ideas ... so perhaps it was best just not to talk about it. (But then, when would they? It wasn't going to be any better tomorrow, unless one of them had a real miracle of an epiphany.) "That lot can take care of themselves," he said, a tentative attempt at closing the subject. They had enough to worry about without fretting over the people left back at school.

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cerebralwitch
2009-11-12 01:37 am UTC (link)

Hermione nodded. She had faith in McGonagall. She had to have, because the three of them had things to worry about that were more important than the school - callously, more important even than their friends there. If Harry wasn't successful, it would be much worse - so much bigger than all of that.

"Are you cold?" She asked after a moment, softening a little - Harry not letting go of the horcrux at all was at least making it a little easier the last few days. "You can have your jacket if you want it..."

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geroffme
2009-11-13 01:57 am UTC (link)

"No - keep it," he said, having the grace not to sound bitter about it, at least. He simply edged closer to the remains of the fire, and a couple feet closer to her. He couldn't help but think of the last time they'd managed a decent conversation by a fireside, and the thought of it warmed him a little. It was funny, how he could be cross with her (although he was cross with everything, really) and still more than happy to repeat that experience. - The less awkward parts of it, anyway. "I'll be fine." Over here, by myself.

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	cerebralwitch 2009-11-13 02:05 am UTC (link)
	Hermione frowned at the fire, and she wasn't sure why she should be annoyed with him and still wish he was sitting closer. Or why she was annoyed that he didn't want the bloody jacket, when she was freezing without it. "We all will," She answered, trying to sound certain. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	geroffme 2009-11-13 02:26 am UTC (link)
	"Eventually," he sighed, voicing about the most optimistic response that he could think of. It did make him feel a little better when he realized that he meant it. The three of them had come through a lot. ... Which meant there was no sense in quarreling, right? He looked over at her. "Aren't you cold?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cerebralwitch 2009-11-13 02:40 am UTC (link)
	"Freezing," Hermione admitted, pulling his coat a little closer around herself and shifting so that she was closer to the fire too. "Maybe risk a warming charm inside again?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	geroffme 2009-11-13 02:44 am UTC (link)
	Everything inside was a bit of a risk, with Harry in the mood he was - not that it was his fault, of course. Ron decided he'd really rather stay outside. "Maybe in a little while." He held his hands out to the embers. "Just come closer, you'll be alright for a bit. - To the fire." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cerebralwitch 2009-11-13 02:50 am UTC (link)
	She'd thought he was asking her to come closer, and it was almost charming for a moment before he clarified and she frowned, glaring at the fire as if it offended her somehow - but he was right, too, and so she moved closer again, until she was sitting just beside him, her hip against his, as close to the dying fire as they could be. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	geroffme 2009-11-13 02:53 am UTC (link)
	It was part of his own special brand of luck that, although he never seemed to be able to do anything right, it always came out well enough in the end. Buoyed a little by that thought, he slipped his arm around her after no more than a moment's hesitation. He kept his smile very strictly regulated. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cerebralwitch 2009-11-13 02:57 am UTC (link)
	Hermione stared at the fire, and something about the weight of his arm across her shoulders was too heavy and also comfortable and she didn't understand, really, how it could be both. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	geroffme 2009-11-13 03:00 am UTC (link)
	"... You really should relax," Ron offered after a few seconds, when her shoulders wouldn't seem to unstiffen and her eyes stayed fixed forward as though she was trying to bring the fire back to life. His fingers tightened around her arm and he tugged her a little closer to himself. "We can't do anything else about - any of it, tonight." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cerebralwitch
2009-11-13 03:11 am UTC (link)

Somehow that made whatever might have turned into a smile at some point turn into a stern straight line instead, drawn tight, and if possible her shoulders tightened even more. "Right. I should just relax," She said sarcastically. "We're freezing, starving, and stuck here while god knows what happens at Hogwarts and the Ministry is being controlled by Voldemort, but I'll just forget about it until the morning."

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	geroffme 2009-11-13 03:19 am UTC (link)
	"Unless you have a better idea, yeah," he muttered, but without very much conviction. Why did she have to worry about things all the time? And why did she have to remind him that his stomach felt about ready to eat itself? "Sorry. Just ... I don't know, we'll be able to think better if we're level-headed." Or something. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cerebralwitch
2009-11-15 10:10 pm UTC (link)

"That doesn't make any sense," Hermione pointed out, then she frowned stared into the fire, because looking at him she wasn't sure if that would make her want to slap him, or kiss him. These days, she was torn always between one or the other. "I'm always level headed," Except, she knew, when it came to him, she wasn't at all. And the horcrux made her as far from it in everything else.

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geroffme
2009-11-16 02:01 am UTC (link)

Ron snorted a little, before he could stop himself. He tried to cover it up with a fit of coughing, but he wasn't certain he'd managed it convincingly. "Yeah, well ..." he began, when he had started to breathe normally again, "Mushrooms aren't exactly brain food, are they. I'll stop making sense entirely in about another week." They all would, if they kept jumping aimlessly around like this.

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	cerebralwitch 2009-11-20 01:21 am UTC (link)
	"Which will be a new thing for some reason," Hermione finished sarcastically, half as a joke and half a little bitingly. It wasn't the easy teasing it had been even on that night at Hogwarts when everything was still harsh, but at least alone they had gotten on alright. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	geroffme 2009-11-20 02:32 am UTC (link)
	"Nice," he grumbled, unsurprised. "Anything I can do to make us feel more at home, I suppose." Not that he was feeling bitter. Of course not. Or homesick. But it was hard not to think about what they could have been doing had they been someplace a little more civilized. He glanced over at her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cerebralwitch 2009-11-20 02:43 am UTC (link)
	Hermione pursed her lips, staring at the dying fire and then without warning standing up. "I'm going inside. I need to see if Harry's come out of sulking in his room in the tent. Someone has to take that thing away from him soon. " (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	geroffme 2009-11-20 02:58 am UTC (link)
	Ron tried unsuccessfully to shove down a flare of irritation. He didn't see why she should be so damned solicitous; it wasn't like Harry was doing anything to deserve it, at the moment. "Yeah, alright," he said, turning back to the fire and hunching his shoulders sharply. "Absolutely, better go make sure Harry's alright." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cerebralwitch 2009-11-20 03:05 am UTC (link)
	"Since I know you're not going to do it," Hermione answered his tone in kind, sharp and glaring at his head for a moment before she huffed and took off his coat, dropped it onto his lap. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	geroffme 2009-11-20 03:14 am UTC (link)
	"Well, so what?" He balled up his coat and set it beside him on the ground, too annoyed to bother with putting it on. "He's not a baby. When he decides he's ready to stop moping and hand it off, he can bloody well get up and do it himself." Why should it be up to him? It certainly shouldn't be up to her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cerebralwitch 2009-11-20 03:28 am UTC (link)
	"It's harder for him!" Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Ron then, her voice raising. "All this responsibility, and now they're blaming him for murdering Dumbledore on top of it?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

geroffme
2009-11-20 03:38 am UTC (link)

"We were all there!" he said, half-shouting, his head snapping up to glare at her. He knew Harry carried a different sort of burden, but this rankled, and it was very easy to forget. "And if you haven't noticed, we're all here! We're in just as much danger as he is, and I don't see why you should have to hover over him like he's the only one who's got any damned problems!"

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	cerebralwitch 2009-11-20 03:44 am UTC (link)
	Hermione's eyes narrowed a little. "Are you jealous or something? You'd rather I hover over you while you sit here and complain about being hungry twenty three bloody hours a day?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

geroffme
2009-11-20 03:52 am UTC (link)

"I am not jealous!" His face went red, and the pitch of his voice rose just a little too quickly. He stood, grabbing his jacket up under one arm. "Like I'd want you hanging around pestering me about our next move more than you already do - none of us have the first clue where we're supposed to be going - it's all a bunch of -" He was dangerously close to just sputtering incoherently, so he began again: "Go take the locket for him, then, if you're so worried!"

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cerebralwitch
2009-11-21 08:35 pm UTC (link)

"Well maybe if you could be trusted to think up anything on your owl I wouldn't have to - " She stopped and just glared at him for a moment, then stomped away toward the tent. Standing there yelling at him wasn't doing any of them any good at all. "That's what I will do," She called back. "And when you're done feeling sorry for yourself, maybe you'll come and help."

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geroffme
2009-11-24 02:00 am UTC (link)

"So it's just Harry who's allowed to feel sorry for himself, is it?" he called after her, before slumping angrily back against the log he'd been leaning on. His face was burning, and not from the proximity to their not-overly-impressive fire. So what if he couldn't come up with a good next move by himself? None of them knew what they were doing. She couldn't very well expect him to be racking his brains when not even she could find any better way to use her time than pampering bloody Harry. Well, let her. She could do that just as well without him. They could do all of this just as well without him, this sitting in the frigid woods and starving and wandering around with no idea where to go or even, really, why.

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