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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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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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