Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"I can commit," Hermione said, walking home from a coffee shop after work. "I can commit to Ronald Bilius Weasley."
"Okay, lady, we don't care," A passing teenage boy said.
Hermione frowned, "stupid kid."
Hermione knew she could do it. She could do anything she wanted. She was a certified healer and an almost certified potion creator. She threw her coffee cup into the nearest trash can and made her way home.
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"Hermione Jane Granger?" Ginny asked with annoyance.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked, scribbling on her notepad and chewing on her quill feather.
"I asked you what color earrings you wanted," Ginny said.
"Whatever," Hermione mumbled.
"All right, fluorescent pink it is," Ginny said, grabbing a pair for Hermione.
"When he gets back, I'll pick him up at the Ministry. Then I'll apologize and-"
"And, you'll think of a better plan, darling. I think you're trying to incorporate your clichéd, soap opera crap into actual life," Ginny said. "And it's not working."
"Thank you for the support," Hermione said sarcastically, crossing out her plans.
"Why don't you write a letter," Ginny asked.
"Won't something this big need a more personal gesture?" Hermione asked.
"Sure, but you can do that when he comes home," Ginny said. "You should do something now as well, Hermione on writing is better at words than Hermione in life, no offense."
"None taken," Hermione said, not really paying attention.
"It could work," Ginny said, "and if it doesn't that's okay because Ron will come back to you eventually."
"But, I want him to come back because I did something," Hermione said.
"Well, then write the letter," Ginny said.
Hermione nodded. "I'll be sure to write a letter and if it seems okay, I'll send it."
"All I'm asking for," Ginny said. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to work."
"What but we're bonding," Hermione said.
"We've been friends for years, we've bonded enough. And your shopping and talking excuse to talk about Ron is annoying actually," Ginny said.
CRACK
"Fine," Hermione mumbled under breath as she walked to Scrivenshaft's to buy a quill that wouldn't break when she bit it. Nervous habits can't be helped.
"I'd like the white eagle feathered one," Hermione said to the cashier.
He kindly handed it to Hermione who looked at it with shrewd eyes, making sure it was good enough for her quill biting.
"That'll be one galleon and three sickles, Miss," The clerk said cheerfully.
Hermione frowned, Damn quills, always so freaking expensive.
"Thank you for coming to Scrivenshaft's, come again," He said afterwards.
"All right," She said to herself, "I've got three hours before I go to work. I can think of something better than a letter."
Hermione found a nice looking bench outside of Dervish and Banges and she sat down and took out her new quill, some ink, and a note pad.
Getting Ron Back: A Hermione Granger Plan
Go pick him up and apologize (Screw Ginny)
Write a thoughtful and well organized letter revealing my thoughts and feelings. (Go Ginny!)
Ask Helen because she knows all
Jump out of a cake for him…possibly
Make him a nice little dinner and show him you have committable qualities like a love for doing something nice for him or a love for learning things for him.
Buy him a new broom, bribery works wonders.
Go to Norway and surprise him with my presence and flight bills
Cry and make him feel bad so he does everything I want
"What else?" Hermione asked. "Come on, I'm better than this!"
Hermione's outburst caused a stuffy old lady to gasp and say, "What a monstrous young lady,"
Hermione blushed and looked back down at her note pad. Keep it in your thoughts, Hermione!
Hermione went home and unfortunately Hermione couldn't think of anything so she started on that letter. It was going nowhere and sounding more and more like an essay every second.
"I give up," Hermione said, throwing herself on the couch and sighing into a cushion.
Peck, peck.
Hermione's head shot up.
Peck, peck.
Hermione looked at the window and saw an owl. She opened the window and let the owl in. It dropped a letter and swooped out. Hermione opened the letter and almost dropped it. It was a letter from Ron. She could recognize that messy, horrendous handwriting a mile away.
Dear Hermione,
I think I may have over reacted yesterday. But we're probably not ready for a relationship. No matter how much I want it. We're better as best friends and roommates. I'll keep writing but the letters will be brief. I don't have very much time. I want you to write too.
Love,
Ron
"I'll write the letter," Hermione said to Ron's letter.
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"Granger," Spencer yelled, "get your head out of the clouds."
"My head is here," Hermione whined.
"You choose to slack off when I'm not being a hard ass?" Spencer hissed. "Do I have to go back?"
"I'm sorry," Hermione said.
"Damn straight," He huffed. (A/N: Do people say damn straight in England? lol)
"Step forty-seven: precipitate gillyweed with ethanol," Spencer said. "Do it."
Hermione did her job without thinking about Ron, or at least she tried. She tried really hard and Spencer was just making it harder.
"Hermione, how many times did you stir?" He asked.
"Twelve times counter-clock wise and thirteen times clock-wise," Hermione said.
"What's bothering you?" He asked.
"Three barn owl feathers and two pixie wings sautéed," Hermione said, "sounds disgusting."
Spencer slammed down an instruction manual and said, "Go home and figure it out."
"I said three barn owl feathers and two pixie wings," Hermione said, angrily.
"Listen to me, Granger, go home," Spencer said, grabbing her shoulders.
"Spencer-" Hermione began slowly, finally listening.
"Hermione get out of here," He said again.
"Fine," Hermione said. "But I hope you know I have tomorrow off and you can't make me come here."
"I know," Spencer said. "Go figure it out."
Hermione walked out of the lab and into the small hallway. And incidentally ran into Helen Wonderbread.
"You're everywhere," Hermione said, steadying herself.
"I do work here, right next door," Helen said.
"Yeah," Hermione said, "look I have to go."
"To see Ron?" Helen asked.
"No, he's in Norway," Hermione said, about to walk away.
"So," Helen said.
"So, I can't just go to Norway," Hermione said. "I do have tomorrow off but still I can't go to Norway."
"Why not," Helen said. "You can pack two day's amount of clothes. Surprise and tell Ron how you feel and then spend the day together or something like that and then come home happy. It seems better than sitting here all distracted and neurotic.
Hermione gave her a look.
"Spencer and you never close the door. It's a little annoying sometimes by the way," Helen let Hermione know.
"Just think about it, will you?" Helen asked.
"But, I'm not ready…" Hermione said lamely.
"For what?" Helen asked in Hermione's lame tone.
"I don't want to be Mrs.Weasley and I don't want to get married NOW and I don't want to cook these impressive dinners and I want to work and pay bills and have a life outside of a relationship," Hermione said, looking at the padded, vanilla carpet under her shoes.
"If he's good for you then he won't make you be this person you don't want to be," Helen said, wisely.
Hermione smiled at Helen and gave her a heartfelt hug, "You're a great friend."
"So are you going to Norway?" Helen asked.
"I am," Hermione said.
A/N: gjuwiewrefv, does anyone besides me think my Hermione is not canon? I swear she seems too much like Ginny. It's too late to drastically change her, but I'd like it if someone gave me their opinion. Please???