RP: This Is Easy As Lovers Go
Date: 10 June, 1998
Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Ron's brain hurts, he thinks it's time it stops
Completion: Complete
The walls of his bedroom were, really, a little obscene. Ron found it both funny and torturous, living in a room with Harry that was decorated with Muggle pin-ups. They didn't move, they didn't smile at you and wave with a knowing wink like the ones in the girlie magazines Seamus had kept in his nightstand. It was like they were trapped there, pouting their lips a little and posing in their funny little get ups. One was what Harry called a cheerleader, something like a paid sports fan who wore remarkably short skirts and sweaters with the letter of their team stitched on them, baring their breasts where the buttons were undone. A blond with a flower crown wasn't wearing clothing, but her skin was painted with colorful daisies, peace signs, and the words "Make Love, Not War" were scrawled across her stomach.
His favourite was one standing in front of a desert rock face. She was wearing what looked like a burlap swimsuit, her dark hair thrown over her shoulder and her body taught, like something was going to happen any moment. Ron thought this one looked the most like Hermione. Her hair was dark and her face was strong featured; she was petite but capable of kicking your arse from here to America if she liked. He'd been staring at the picture for at least ten minutes, a little frown on his face.
He knew he hadn't imagined it happening because Harry had stopped them. He'd made a comment about it not being the time or place but Ron couldn't think of a time or place when he didn't want Hermione to snog him, except maybe when in the company of his parents or a former professor. And now she was pretending like it hadn't happened. Things had returned to what the three of them considered "normal," and it had been making him crazy.
Why had she done it? If she didn't like him too, why would she have kissed him. He had tried for two weeks now to do what Ginny had said, just be himself and spend time with her, but nothing had happened.
Ron sat up. He'd been wracking his brains about it for two weeks. This was stupid. He was just going to ask her and be done with it. He knocked on her door but no one answered so Ron ventured downstairs. The sitting room was empty but the door to the library was partially open and he knocked, poking his head inside to see her with a quill in hand, perusing what he would wager was more notes for H.E.R.O.
"Hermione?" he asked. "You busy?"
Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Ron's brain hurts, he thinks it's time it stops
Completion: Complete
The walls of his bedroom were, really, a little obscene. Ron found it both funny and torturous, living in a room with Harry that was decorated with Muggle pin-ups. They didn't move, they didn't smile at you and wave with a knowing wink like the ones in the girlie magazines Seamus had kept in his nightstand. It was like they were trapped there, pouting their lips a little and posing in their funny little get ups. One was what Harry called a cheerleader, something like a paid sports fan who wore remarkably short skirts and sweaters with the letter of their team stitched on them, baring their breasts where the buttons were undone. A blond with a flower crown wasn't wearing clothing, but her skin was painted with colorful daisies, peace signs, and the words "Make Love, Not War" were scrawled across her stomach.
His favourite was one standing in front of a desert rock face. She was wearing what looked like a burlap swimsuit, her dark hair thrown over her shoulder and her body taught, like something was going to happen any moment. Ron thought this one looked the most like Hermione. Her hair was dark and her face was strong featured; she was petite but capable of kicking your arse from here to America if she liked. He'd been staring at the picture for at least ten minutes, a little frown on his face.
He knew he hadn't imagined it happening because Harry had stopped them. He'd made a comment about it not being the time or place but Ron couldn't think of a time or place when he didn't want Hermione to snog him, except maybe when in the company of his parents or a former professor. And now she was pretending like it hadn't happened. Things had returned to what the three of them considered "normal," and it had been making him crazy.
Why had she done it? If she didn't like him too, why would she have kissed him. He had tried for two weeks now to do what Ginny had said, just be himself and spend time with her, but nothing had happened.
Ron sat up. He'd been wracking his brains about it for two weeks. This was stupid. He was just going to ask her and be done with it. He knocked on her door but no one answered so Ron ventured downstairs. The sitting room was empty but the door to the library was partially open and he knocked, poking his head inside to see her with a quill in hand, perusing what he would wager was more notes for H.E.R.O.
"Hermione?" he asked. "You busy?"