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Hermione Granger (cerebralwitch) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-12-01 21:21:00

Entry tags:

!1997: 12, harry potter, hermione granger, ron weasley

Who: Harry, Hermione, and then Ron
What: Explosions!
Where: Forest of Dean
When: Today
Rating/Warning: TBA

Hermione had noticed it was easier when whoever had the locket went away for a bit - a walk, or something. Close enough to be heard but far enough away that some of the effects lessened. She'd found a very nice place in a grove of trees that she liked to go to, and Harry seemed to favor the lake. She wasn't sure exactly where Ron went, but he was there now, and she didn't feel the need - after the blow up he'd had over Viktor - to try to figure it out.

Instead she stayed inside the tent, which they'd hazarded a warming charm in, at the small table - pouring, again, over the translation of the book Dumbledore had given her. She was well out of ideas, so she hoped it held some clues.

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cerebralwitch
2009-12-02 03:59 am UTC (link)

"I'm still translating it, Harry. It can't answer anything until I finish." And it was decidedly hard to do without access to Hogwarts library. If there was anything she missed more than the other things she missed at Hogwarts, it was that. The wealth of knowledge and help that they couldn't get at at all now.

"Why?" she finished, "Is the Snitch any different now that you're looking at it again?"

She wondered idly if Ginny could somehow owl her one of the books from the library. Or handcopy the bits she needed into her journal....

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sonofastag
2009-12-02 04:22 am UTC (link)

"If you were going to be able to translate it, you would have done it already," Harry shot back.

He scowled at her. "It's not as if you've managed to figure out what to do with it!" he answered defensively. She was right though, and he closed his hand around the snitch tightly, and then slammed his hand down into the table hard enough that the thin wood creaked a little and splintered, pricking his hand enough to make him swear, lift it to his mouth to suck at reflexively. It was a stupid thing to do. But he felt slightly better having done it, at least.

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cerebralwitch
2009-12-02 04:32 am UTC (link)

"Have you looked at the book, Harry? It's a bit long for having to translate every word myself, and it isn't as if I've had a great deal of time until now to - " she stopped as he slammed the table and she saw blood before he pulled hand to his mouth. It made her jump up, frowning, and move to stand close to him. "Let me see it," She said, and when he didn't immediately hand over his hand, she took it herself, pulling it away from his mouth and turning it so she could inspect the damage he'd done.

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sonofastag
2009-12-02 04:43 am UTC (link)

"It's nothing," Harry answered. His first impulse was to jerk his hand away, but he tamped down on it, letting her take his hand and scooting grudgingly over on the log they used as a makeshift bench for the table, giving her room to sit. "Just a splinter." Which he had to yank out, but couldn't with her hanging on his hand.

It didn't really hurt. The bruised knuckles actually stung more than the little splinter. Harry didn't like pain, but he was tougher than he looked.

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geroffme
2009-12-02 04:58 am UTC (link)

Ron trudged back towards the tent, having abandoned the clearing he usually used for a hideaway when he had to wear the locket. Sometimes staring up at the sky and resolving not to think at all helped him from slipping into a black mood - lately it hadn't been quite as effective. If he was going to have to feel like this, he could at least do it under a roof (or a tent) like a civilized person. If Harry and Hermione had any regard at all for what he was going through, they'd give him his privacy. He shoved the tent flap sharply to one side and stepped in, already glaring.

He stopped short when he saw them together at the table - Harry sitting far too close beside her, his hand in hers; Hermione looking, he thought, far too solicitous. Ron's face darkened. She was always so worried about him, wasn't she. He'd already sworn that if he had to hear about how much Harry had to deal with one more time, he was going to ... well. Something would have to give.

"Don't mind me," he spat as he stormed past them, making for his bed and staring determinedly, furiously ahead. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

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cerebralwitch
2009-12-03 03:26 am UTC (link)

Obviously Harry wasn't hurt too badly, Hermione took a moment to feel the joint a bit, making sure it didn't feel as if he'd broken his finger - though she wasn't entirely sure what that would feel like at the touch. She assumed that Harry would scream or something to let her know if it hurt too badly, though, and he didn't.

She was distracted from her rudimentary exam of Harry's hand, though, when Ron appeared, storming in to the tent. This time, Hermione had absolutely no idea what it was that had him spitting at them and furiously stomping through the tent.

"Ron?" She asked, against her better judgment, and it wondering what the hell it was he was on about this time she forgot, for a moment, to let go of Harry's hand.

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sonofastag
2009-12-06 01:41 am UTC (link)

Harry hissed a little as she poked, but it didn't hurt enough to be broken or anything. Just stung a little. "It's FINE," he repeated testily.

He looked up as Ron entered. Harry honestly had no idea what Ron had his knickers in twist over this time. He'd bashed his hand, Hermione was poking at it. And Ron decided to get brassed about that/

Sod him, anyway.

"Yeah well, you were. As usual," Harry answered. Which made no sense, since they hadn't been doing anything to interrupt, but Harry just blurted it anyway. Hermione still had his hand in hers, and Harry shot her a look, but didn't bother to jerk it away.

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geroffme
2009-12-06 03:53 pm UTC (link)

"Just pretend I'm not here, then," Ron shot back, bristling as he tugged off his jacket and let it fall on his bedding. "You've gotten pretty damned good at that." Now, for instance - when he turned to glare over his shoulder, they were still holding hands, as though there were no reason at all to stop. And maybe there wasn't.

Harry was the one who'd gone through so much, after all, who was supposed to know something about what they were doing here. Was it any wonder Hermione couldn't stop worrying over him? And of course he didn't show any signs of admitting that maybe they'd gone down the wrong path, no matter that he clearly had no bloody clue what they were doing. "Might as well not be at all, for all the good we're doing."

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cerebralwitch
2009-12-07 02:19 am UTC (link)

"Oh, there's a perfect attitude," Hermione snapped, finally dropping Harry's hand to follow Ron as he fell into his bed. She stood in the doorway, glaring. "What happened to you tonight? Get hungry? Honestly, Ron, we can't go on like this if we're yelling at one another every five minutes. How are we supposed to go on as if anyone's here when all we're doing is yelling and stomping off to sulk?" That she was yelling as she asked this didn't quite strike her as ironic at the moment.

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