[OTA] Fucked over and unemployed

[lookatmywand]

Ron needed a job. Only problem was, there was no Ministry of Magic here, and working there since school was said and done had been all Ron really knew. There was very little magical anything here, although if you looked closely, the island did cater on some level for magical folk. He stood outside the resort, scratching at his unshaven chin as he

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[notjustbooks]

Hermione trudged down the road decked out in full Quidditch gear with a broom tucked under her arm. She hadn't been lying when she'd mentioned to Oliver that she'd wanted to learn, and if he wasn't going to teach her, then she'd just bloody do it herself. She had a book on the Wizard sport tucked under her other arm, and was still trying to make sure the arm guards were secure, her gaze focused on the straps, and not where she was going.

The book slipped from under her arm, and Hermione cursed as she bent down to pick it up, the broom swinging around and hitting something. She forgot the book for a moment, turning around to find the object was a person, and not a thing. And not only that, but it was Ron. Her eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Ron? Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Ron, are you okay?"

[lookatmywand]

It hadn't just hit him, it smacked him firmly in the face and although he managed to remain on his feet initially as he put his hand over his face, his head spun and caused him to drop onto the ground in the wake of it. He couldn't figure out what had happened immediately, peeling his hand away from his nose and find blood on his palm with a groan of pain.

He looked up and found Hermione there. Hermione in Quidditch gear. Oh shit, he was having those erotic dreams again, and they were turning into hallucinations, only last time, she had much more cleavage than this and fishnet stockings with the Quidditch armour. And this time, he was too sore to do what he did to her mid air on the Quidditch pitch. He just groaned again, putting his hand back over his nose and to try and wait for the headpain to stop.

[notjustbooks]

"Merlin's beard! Ron, Ron, I'm so sorry..." Hermione dropped to her knees beside him as she let go of the broom so she could hold his face in her hands and look at his nose. Blood was pouring out of it, and she carefully tipped his head back to try and stop it. "Oh, bollocks."

She fought to tear off a strip of her robe, and gently pulled Ron's hand away to press the material against his nose instead. She brushed his hair back from his forehead and pressed a kiss against it. All this time spent worrying about how she was going to get him back, and she goes and smacks him in the face.

[lookatmywand]

"You know, if you wanted to smash me in the face, you could have just done it with your hand. What'd I do to receive the Malfoy treatment?" Ron complained, sounding nasal and stuffed from his swollen, bloody nose. In fact, the whole side of his face was throbbing now and he could taste blood in the back of his throat. He tried to glare at her, but his eye felt sore, too, so he settle for a single-eyed glare, which probably didn't have half as much punch as a full glare would.