Not So Bad
By Standing There
Disclaimer: I own Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and everyone in the Harry Potter books. After all, I wrote them.
I wish.
***
Things weren't quite adding up.
For instance, where did Fred and George get all the gold to make their new products?
Why was Percy such a traitor and an asshole all the sudden?
Why did Bill look starry-eyed when anyone mentioned Fleur, that pretty but self absorbed French girl?
Why did Ginny spend so much time moping in her room and writing in her journal?
I have to admit, all those things were bothering me those first two weeks of summer vacation. But one thing was disturbing me even more than all the others added together.
Hermione.
Somehow, everything seemed to remind me of her. When Mum said as much as, "We're having green beans tonight," I would automatically think, 'iHermione never liked green beans/i.'
It was nearly driving me mad, not to mention everyone in my family.
"Thinking about Heeeerrrrmmmmiiiooonnneeee again?" Fred and George would drawl.
"Yes, we know Hermione doesn't like greenbeans," Ginny would snap.
"If you miss Hermione so much, why don't you go write her a letter?" Mum would suggest.
"The difference between magical and muggle teapots is far more ingrossing than your love affairs, Ronald," Percy would sniff in that stuck-up voice of his. At least, before he turned traitor to our family and became a Ministry lover.
When Mum told me that Hermione was coming to Grimmauld Place, I felt a very queasy feeling in my stomach. I had never felt that before. Except maybe when she hugged me. And when she (basically) told me to invite her to the ball. And when I hexed Malfoy for calling her a mudblood. Only maybe I felt that queasy thing that time because I was barfing up slugs.
Was it nervousness?
The next thing I knew, it was The Day.
I sat outside on the front steps in the sunshine and tried to convince myself that I simply had a stomachache. It had nothing to do with the fact that Hermione happened to be coming.
Nope.
Nothing at all.
Then her car was coming up the street, and I felt like ten thousand hippogriffs were dancing around inside my stomach.
Hermione emerged from the car, pulling her trunk behind her. After assuring her parents that she'd write and kissing them both on the cheek, their car pulled away. And Hermione was starting up the walk, pulling her trunk behind her and looking shy.
I'm not exactly sure when I stood up. But suddenly I noticed that I was walking down to greet her and help her with her trunk.
"Ron!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly. Her skin was very tan, probably because she had been spending most of her time around a pool in a bikini, soaking up some rays.
That wasn't a particularly bad mental image.
Actually, Hermione wasn't the tanning type. Whatever. It still was a nice image.
I felt my face breaking into a grin. "Hermione," I said. I knew my face was probably a deeper red that shirt she was wearing. Maybe she would think I had a bad sunburn.
Then she was hugging me like she hadn't seen me in years. i'This isn't so bad.'/i I
realized.
The hug was over too quickly, but she was smiling still. "I missed you," she said, sounding a little breathless.
I looked down at her. "Yeah," I said, "I missed you too."
She smiled even wider after that and I felt my heart skip around. My stomachache was mysteriously cured.
"D'you...d'you need help with your trunk?" I asked.
"That would be great, thanks," she said in the same breathy voice.
You know, just then I realized that the whole skippy heart thing wasn't so bad, either.
By Standing There
Disclaimer: I own Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and everyone in the Harry Potter books. After all, I wrote them.
I wish.
***
Things weren't quite adding up.
For instance, where did Fred and George get all the gold to make their new products?
Why was Percy such a traitor and an asshole all the sudden?
Why did Bill look starry-eyed when anyone mentioned Fleur, that pretty but self absorbed French girl?
Why did Ginny spend so much time moping in her room and writing in her journal?
I have to admit, all those things were bothering me those first two weeks of summer vacation. But one thing was disturbing me even more than all the others added together.
Hermione.
Somehow, everything seemed to remind me of her. When Mum said as much as, "We're having green beans tonight," I would automatically think, 'iHermione never liked green beans/i.'
It was nearly driving me mad, not to mention everyone in my family.
"Thinking about Heeeerrrrmmmmiiiooonnneeee again?" Fred and George would drawl.
"Yes, we know Hermione doesn't like greenbeans," Ginny would snap.
"If you miss Hermione so much, why don't you go write her a letter?" Mum would suggest.
"The difference between magical and muggle teapots is far more ingrossing than your love affairs, Ronald," Percy would sniff in that stuck-up voice of his. At least, before he turned traitor to our family and became a Ministry lover.
When Mum told me that Hermione was coming to Grimmauld Place, I felt a very queasy feeling in my stomach. I had never felt that before. Except maybe when she hugged me. And when she (basically) told me to invite her to the ball. And when I hexed Malfoy for calling her a mudblood. Only maybe I felt that queasy thing that time because I was barfing up slugs.
Was it nervousness?
The next thing I knew, it was The Day.
I sat outside on the front steps in the sunshine and tried to convince myself that I simply had a stomachache. It had nothing to do with the fact that Hermione happened to be coming.
Nope.
Nothing at all.
Then her car was coming up the street, and I felt like ten thousand hippogriffs were dancing around inside my stomach.
Hermione emerged from the car, pulling her trunk behind her. After assuring her parents that she'd write and kissing them both on the cheek, their car pulled away. And Hermione was starting up the walk, pulling her trunk behind her and looking shy.
I'm not exactly sure when I stood up. But suddenly I noticed that I was walking down to greet her and help her with her trunk.
"Ron!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly. Her skin was very tan, probably because she had been spending most of her time around a pool in a bikini, soaking up some rays.
That wasn't a particularly bad mental image.
Actually, Hermione wasn't the tanning type. Whatever. It still was a nice image.
I felt my face breaking into a grin. "Hermione," I said. I knew my face was probably a deeper red that shirt she was wearing. Maybe she would think I had a bad sunburn.
Then she was hugging me like she hadn't seen me in years. i'This isn't so bad.'/i I
realized.
The hug was over too quickly, but she was smiling still. "I missed you," she said, sounding a little breathless.
I looked down at her. "Yeah," I said, "I missed you too."
She smiled even wider after that and I felt my heart skip around. My stomachache was mysteriously cured.
"D'you...d'you need help with your trunk?" I asked.
"That would be great, thanks," she said in the same breathy voice.
You know, just then I realized that the whole skippy heart thing wasn't so bad, either.
