Written for the Valentine´s exchange at Checkmate with the prompt "Teddy Bear".
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I´m just playing and enjoying with them.
A/N: The first part of the drabble is situated before the beginning of sixth year, and the second part… well, you´ll guess :)
Thanks so much lovely Willow_Wand!
"Why does mum still keep this stuff?"
Ron and Hermione were cleaning Arthur´s garage, and Ron was holding a flurry teddy bear dressed in a Chudley Cannons shirt.
"Your mother is reminded of nice times with this stuff, as you call it." She blushed slightly and took the doll, the tip of her fingers lingering shyly over the initial of his name embroidered there. "I think it´s adorable."
"It wasn´t a nice time for me, Hermione." He spoke crossly, like she was guilty for not understanding his tragedy. "This is the bear Fred turned into a spider when I was three years old."
"Oh… I´m sorry. I still think it´s sweet."
His ears turned red.
"It´s just a fluffy thing."
"I know what it is, Ron, but I like it all the same."
"Really? You don´t look like the type of girl to like teddy bears."
"Why not? I´m not girly enough to like them?"
"I didn´t say that…"
"I´m a girl!"
"I know you are! You can have the bloody bear if you like it so much!"
That didn't come out like he intended. He really would like her to keep his teddy bear.
Or anything related to him.
Or him, if she was so kind.
"I mean that. You can really keep it. I don´t mind."
"I don´t want it."
"Of course. You don´t want it because it´s mine!"
"I don´t want it because you are not willing to give it to me!"
"And what am I doing? I´m offering it to you!"
Hermione shook her head in frustration.
"Sometimes you´re such a … brute!"
"You´re always flattering me…"
"And what do you do, exactly?"
Hermione left as though chased by a malediction while Ron stayed there swearing and kicking a pile of boxes.
None of them saw the pair of eyes, carbon copy of another pair, watching them through the window.
The castle was an exhibition of House-elves reciting poems, flying cards with red hearts, and tasteless couples kissing like magnets down the corridors.
Hermione avoided them all like the plague, and quickly made her way to the girls' dormitories. There, on her bed, was the most unexpected package ever.
Hey there, Granger!
I´m sure you must be surprised to receive this letter among the bunch of Valentines you certainly are getting today, but maybe you would like to keep this.
Let´s say I´m sort of mending… old mistakes. If you don´t want it, you know every spell to make it disappear (and slap its original owner in the process).
You were missed during Christmas at home (and let me tell you that the one who missed you most was the same daft prat who is going to be at the wrong side of your wand when you start practicing Dark magic on this object).
Take care,
Fred Weasley.
PS: George and I are still betting on you.
Attached to the short note was an orange teddy bear with a huge R on its chest.
