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Ron Weasley hated Monday mornings. Monday meant he had to return to work, and as committed as he was to his job he felt himself mourning the end of the weekend, the next seeming a lifetime away.
Loosening his tie, Ron span around on this chair and found himself thinking about three things. Firstly he was very, very hungry; he hadn't had any breakfast this morning, as he couldn't stomach it. Which brings us to point two; Ron had the mother of all hangovers. This hangover had been acquired in the company of thought three; Hermione. Ron found himself wondering what she was up to.
To many it would seem strange that despite feeling "absolutely no attraction to Hermione," that such a large chunk of his time he spent thinking about her. Whilst at work Ron often tends to jot down things he think might amuse her, and often calls her just to share a strange thought that has been on his mind.
Looking at his watch Ron decided that it was high time he called Hermione. (It was 10.10 am.) After all, thought Ron, It was highly likely she was concerned about his wellbeing after last night.
"Hello?" Hermione's voice filled Ron's ear. He smiled and rested his feet on the desk.
"Hermione my darling, how are you this morning"
"Fine thank you Ron" she replied hesitantly.
"Really," Ron feigned an innocent tone, "not feeling. Delicate?"
Hermione laughed, "No, but I suspect you are. Anyway Ron is there a point to this phone call? I am a very busy woman you know!!!!"
Ron sighed, "Hermione, you never change."
"Well you should be working too you know. I bet you haven't done anything yet. You'll have made a coffee."
Ron looked guiltily at the mug in front of him ".Taken off your shoes."
Ron examined his shoe less feet. How the hell did she know him so well? ".And Ron, most worryingly of all, I bet you've read you're horoscope..."#
The glossy magazine in front of Ron was the evidence. ".And mine." At this point Ron cracked, "ok, ok Hermione. Fine. You win. I am a lazy arse. But what would you do without me? You wouldn't know that," he stopped in a dramatic pause, " This month as Venus moves into Mars you will find certain dramatic changes will occur."
"Really?" Hermione raised her eyebrow sceptically.
Ron continued, " You're all set to be hot stuff this month, so expect romance to be scorching."
"Naturally" Hermione giggled.
"And..." Ron elaborated, "Be careful not to work yourself too hard and ignore your friends. There seems to be one devastatingly handsome, charismatic, charming.."
"Ron are you quite done?"
". Witty, intelligent red haired hunk.."
Hermione snorted.
"Who will need your time. Christ Mione, these things are accurate aren't they?"
"Unbelievable," giggled Hermione. "Ron I really should go!"
"Wait!" protested Ron, "don't you want to hear mine?"
"No!" Hermione shrieked, " and quite frankly I think it's a bit sad that a 24 year old wizard is reading "candy girl". Go and do some work Ron!"
"You're tough. "Replied Ron, "but fair. Come and drop in tonight?"
"Fine."
"Seven thirty? "
"Ok! Now will you please bugger off!" Hermione half shouted down the phone, causing many of her colleges to look at her. "Sorry" she whispered.
"That's ok, you're forgiven," Ron replied.
"No not you! Now go away. See you later!"
"Bye darling!!!" Ron cooed.
"You're gross. Bye." Well really, thought Hermione as she put down the phone. That boy was just too much. However, much to her irritation, she found herself wondering what his star sign had said. She picked up the phone and dialled his number. It rang for two rings when,
"It says that I should watch my figure, expect the unexpected, and that I will have a sudden cash windfall."
"Good." said Hermione, " This month you're buying my drinks." She thought for a moment, "How did you know...?"
"Because I know you Mione. Now go away. I'm a very busy man!"
Ron Weasley hated Monday mornings. Monday meant he had to return to work, and as committed as he was to his job he felt himself mourning the end of the weekend, the next seeming a lifetime away.
Loosening his tie, Ron span around on this chair and found himself thinking about three things. Firstly he was very, very hungry; he hadn't had any breakfast this morning, as he couldn't stomach it. Which brings us to point two; Ron had the mother of all hangovers. This hangover had been acquired in the company of thought three; Hermione. Ron found himself wondering what she was up to.
To many it would seem strange that despite feeling "absolutely no attraction to Hermione," that such a large chunk of his time he spent thinking about her. Whilst at work Ron often tends to jot down things he think might amuse her, and often calls her just to share a strange thought that has been on his mind.
Looking at his watch Ron decided that it was high time he called Hermione. (It was 10.10 am.) After all, thought Ron, It was highly likely she was concerned about his wellbeing after last night.
"Hello?" Hermione's voice filled Ron's ear. He smiled and rested his feet on the desk.
"Hermione my darling, how are you this morning"
"Fine thank you Ron" she replied hesitantly.
"Really," Ron feigned an innocent tone, "not feeling. Delicate?"
Hermione laughed, "No, but I suspect you are. Anyway Ron is there a point to this phone call? I am a very busy woman you know!!!!"
Ron sighed, "Hermione, you never change."
"Well you should be working too you know. I bet you haven't done anything yet. You'll have made a coffee."
Ron looked guiltily at the mug in front of him ".Taken off your shoes."
Ron examined his shoe less feet. How the hell did she know him so well? ".And Ron, most worryingly of all, I bet you've read you're horoscope..."#
The glossy magazine in front of Ron was the evidence. ".And mine." At this point Ron cracked, "ok, ok Hermione. Fine. You win. I am a lazy arse. But what would you do without me? You wouldn't know that," he stopped in a dramatic pause, " This month as Venus moves into Mars you will find certain dramatic changes will occur."
"Really?" Hermione raised her eyebrow sceptically.
Ron continued, " You're all set to be hot stuff this month, so expect romance to be scorching."
"Naturally" Hermione giggled.
"And..." Ron elaborated, "Be careful not to work yourself too hard and ignore your friends. There seems to be one devastatingly handsome, charismatic, charming.."
"Ron are you quite done?"
". Witty, intelligent red haired hunk.."
Hermione snorted.
"Who will need your time. Christ Mione, these things are accurate aren't they?"
"Unbelievable," giggled Hermione. "Ron I really should go!"
"Wait!" protested Ron, "don't you want to hear mine?"
"No!" Hermione shrieked, " and quite frankly I think it's a bit sad that a 24 year old wizard is reading "candy girl". Go and do some work Ron!"
"You're tough. "Replied Ron, "but fair. Come and drop in tonight?"
"Fine."
"Seven thirty? "
"Ok! Now will you please bugger off!" Hermione half shouted down the phone, causing many of her colleges to look at her. "Sorry" she whispered.
"That's ok, you're forgiven," Ron replied.
"No not you! Now go away. See you later!"
"Bye darling!!!" Ron cooed.
"You're gross. Bye." Well really, thought Hermione as she put down the phone. That boy was just too much. However, much to her irritation, she found herself wondering what his star sign had said. She picked up the phone and dialled his number. It rang for two rings when,
"It says that I should watch my figure, expect the unexpected, and that I will have a sudden cash windfall."
"Good." said Hermione, " This month you're buying my drinks." She thought for a moment, "How did you know...?"
"Because I know you Mione. Now go away. I'm a very busy man!"