AN:
Hi all. So, this would be my first time publishing anything here. I know I know, another newbie virgin writer huh. And I don't have a beta or anything like that so, apologies for any mistakes. If something doesn't read correctly, let me know. Some words will be spelt differently to American English, purely because I'm from Australia. Otherwise don't hesitate to review or point something out to me. Just don't be a d***.
Longer term, I'm hoping to have this as a continuing story. But, like I said if something doesn't fit quite right or if there isn't a following then, I'll just leave as is I guess.
This is a femslash story, so obviously click away if this doesn't tickle your fancy. Everything's canon up the the Battle of Hogwarts. Rated M for possible future chapters, when and if it gets to that point I'll make a note of it. Direct thoughts are in italics, just in case you were wondering.
Obviously I don't own any kind of rights to Harry Potter, it's FAN Fiction. But thank Merlin that Queen Rowling still let's us play around in her universe.
Becoming Unpredictable
Chap. 1
Starting Safe
"Well, we're going to find a way to get together whether you believe it'll happen or not." Hermione narrowed her eyes fiercely at Ron, who in response threw his hands up in mock defence, his goofy expression giving away his demeanour.
"I'm not saying you won't, just you know what her and training is like. Just trying to be realistic." He circled around the kitchen bench and behind the brunette to steal a slice of carrot she'd just cut. She merely rolled her eyes to herself. Hermione was so very familiar to that Weasley state of constant hunger. Ever so predictable you are Ron.
You see, to Hermione Ron was ultimately predictable. Everything about him was so typically 'Ron', it was nauseating. And you know what I mean already; red hair, freckles, quick temper and that awkward, bumbling charm of his. All of these qualities made him safe, a safe option for Hermione. Safe because she could always depend on him to never change. Like a rigged experiment, she could always expect the same result every time, without fault.
"You're right, I know her training schedule is always hectic. But I do miss seeing both Ginny and Harry. And Merlin knows that man needs to get out more than what he does" The red head made his way behind her, and closed his arms softly around her waist.
"I'm not saying you'll never get around to seeing her. Or even Harry, and yes he gets in his head sometimes I know. But Ginny's not exactly the easiest person to catch up with. Even as a sister." Ron tried to reassure the woman it wasn't her fault. "How about, end of the week this Friday we try to make plans to have dinner together? All four of us, like old times." Ron grinned widely, turning his head to try and read Hermione's face. The witch smirked softly, allowing her partners joy to catch on her face.
"You're right, that sounds wonderful." She put her knife down and turned her head to look him in the eye. "Maybe you could get Harry to talk to Ginny's coach? Make sure there's no surprise training session. You know how she's always been a huge fan of him." She made a suggestive face, raising her eyebrows humorously as she finished. Ron gave a silent guffaw and hummed agreement, before kissing the woman in his arms on the cheek and heading out of the kitchen.
Hermione felt a great deal of her emotional tension dissipate as her boyfriend left the room. Not that she didn't love him, she wouldn't be with him if she didn't. But she knew, more than knew even, she practically existed as the fact itself. The fact that Ron wasn't her true soulmate. She had already found that person, and by lucky chance they had found her too. But in this she had found that just as kind and giving that fate can be, so it can be just as much cruel.
She shut her eyes and took a moment to compose herself, leaning her weight on the bench. She pushed back thoughts and clear memories, forming in her mind, and steeled herself. Don't take it out on him, it's all on you.
"I'm gonna' floo Harry quickly then, ask him if Friday works for them both," he called from what she could tell was the fireplace of the lounge room.
"Alright then, darling." The witch took a few more concentrated breaths, eyes still held shut. Merlin knows if I don't pet name him every chance I get he'll think I'm upset.
Aside from being predicable, or more rather an effect of it, Ron was also needy when it came to their relationship and needed constant reassurance. Obviously they had both been through the whole ordeal of war just a few years back, but it didn't seem to mature the man a whole lot emotionally.
Perhaps it was the war itself that was to blame. Perhaps growing up with an entire line of older, typically successful brothers made him insecure. Perhaps it was being placed at the side of the wizarding world's 'Chosen One', and the pressure of living up to that reputation. Or perhaps it was just something that he always had inside of him, contained within his predictable-ness.
Hermione abstained the thoughts dwelling in her mind and opened her eyes. Gripping the knife in her hand again, she picked up where she left off with the vegetables. Cooking and preparing food the old fashioned muggle way helped her focus her mind. It gave her thought process the opportunity to zone out. Like playing a song in the background, without needing to take note of the lyrics. Something to grasp onto when her emotions began to rise to the surface. That was somewhere for her, she absolutely couldn't have them.
Ron's head appeared in the kitchen entrance, a broad smile framing his face and showing genuinely in his pale blue eyes. Hermione admired that glint of pure joy that would show up in his eyes every so often.
"Friday's all set! Their place, at 7. Harry said he'd make sure they'd both be there. Looks like you'll get your wish then love." The only one that you know of at least
"Sounds perfect." A rush of contained panicked nerves hit Hermione, as the realisation of what was to come washed over her. Her skin started to tingle, like tiny electrodes, and she could feel her breathing starting to hitch. Her throat clenched so tight she thought she couldn't inhale. Something she both wished for so terribly deeply, was the same thing she dreaded and hoped to avoid more than anything else; to be reunited with the very root and cause of her internal conflict. The aforementioned true soulmate.
Ginny.