Chapter 2
DISCLAIMER - Still not mine
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Woof Woof Woof, Ark Ark
"Yappy, shut up" Ron said to the yapping, barking dog at his feet, the dog whimpered and sat, looking up at his owner with big, brown eyes.
"Ron, How long have you had a dog?" Hermione asked, Ron smiled and moved the dog out of the way, dumping Hermione's bag onto the floor by the chair.
"Since about two girlfriends ago" He replied, taking Hermione's second bag and placing it with the first. "She thought it would be strengthing to our relationship if we had some sort of bond, so she turns up the next day with a puppy"
"Oh, Why did you break up with her, what happened?" Hermione asked, she couldn't believe that she didn't know that her best friend had a dog, come to think about it, she had never been to Ron's apartment before.
"What happened? Well... um, my last girlfriend happened" He replied, Hermione smirked and then moved further into the room, looking at a few of the artifacts that Ron had spread around the room. On the mantel peice above the fireplace, there was a picture of his family as well as a picture of Herself, Ron and Harry at their Hogwarts graduation, the last day that the three of them were really in the same place at the same time.
Sure, they had all seen each other since that day, but they usually had to plan to get together. And usually, they were not completely there, they were physically there, but mentally and emotionally, Hermione was back at the office, Harry was at a Quidditch pitch, and Ron...well...Ron was somewhere different altogether.
It was amazing how much Hermione didn't know about Ron, they were best friends, but they had severly lost touch. Hermione didn't know that he had moved out of the Burrow into his own place, she didn't know what he did for a living, and she didn't know what number girlfriend he was up to. If one good thing was to come of them living together, it would be that they would get to know each other again.
Hermione had had not trouble getting time off of work. When she had told her boss (the minister of magic) that she wanted to pool all of her holiday and sick days together so that she could take a day off, the man almost cheered. Every one knew that Hermione was all about her work, and they all agreed that she needed the time off. So she was granted her month off.
Jessie had laughed when Hermione had told her that Ron had talked her into moving in with him for the month. Jessie had been her assistant for a while, and understood that she needed a break, but she also knew that Mr Weasley had a bit of a reputation as a party animal and ladies man. Jessie was caught some where between pity and jealously.
But here she was, in Ron's living room. She was really going to do this, she was really going to spend a month doing nothing. Could she do it?
"You have never been here before have you?" Ron asked, Hermione dhook her head. "Well, the bedrooms and bathroom is up stairs, the laundry is downstairs, the kitchen and pretty much everything else is on this floor. You'll find everything after a little while."
Ron picked up the bags and led Hermione to the stair case that went upstairs to the bedrooms. Hermione climbed the stairs behind Ron, glancing at the photographs and paintings on the walls. There were more pictures of her and Harry, as well as more pictures of Ron's family adn other friends from Hogwarts.
"Right, Lady Hermione, this is your bedroom for the next month, I hope you find it to your liking, and if you don't, then, to bad" Ron smiled, opening the door and allowing Hermione to look around the guest bedroom. Hermione smiled.
"It is nice" She smiled sarcastically at the bright pink painted walls and the sky blue canopy bed.
"Yeah, that is what Ginny said when she decorated it. Personally, this room gives me a headache, so enjoy, it is now yours" Ron smiled. Hermione threw her bags on the bed and unzipped them.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked, crossing his arms across himself and leaning against the door frame.
"I thought that would be obvious, I am unpacking" Hermione smiled.
"No, that is work" Ron replied, moving into the room. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You have got to be kidding me, you wont even let me unpack?" She asked, Ron smiled.
"No, I will pack for you, you just have to sit there and do nothing but watch" He told her, sitting her down on the bed. He finished undoing the zips on the cases and then, before Hermione could protest, dumped all of the clothing out onto the bed.
"Ron! They were all neatly folded!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Tut! Tut! Hemrione, worrying is considered work in my book" Ron smiled as he messed up her clothing a little more.
"But you could have just put them all away, neatly folded" Hermione protest.
"Granger, have you ever known me to be neat?" He asked, Hermione sighed.
"No, i guess not" Hermione replied.
"1, 2, 3, I count three sets of business robes Hermione, and what, pray tell, do you expect to do with these robes if you are not going into the office?" Ron asked.
"I dont know, I just packed them" She replied.
"Now, this, you deffinately had the right idea packing these!" Ron smiled, holding up a pair of skimpy underwear "Granger, who would have known that under those robes and behind that desk you wear things like this! you have been holding out on us all"
"That" She exclaimed, pulling her undergarments out of Ron's hands "Is none of your business, and you will never see them again!"
"Oh, i have a feeling that I will be seeing them again real soon" Ron replied.
"Really, and why is that?" Hermione asked
"i want you wearing them when I cash in on my prize" Ron replied, smiling as Hermione turned bright red due to a mixture of anger and embarrasement.
"I dont consider packing my clothes as work, could I please put all of these away?" Hermione asked.
"No, I will put them away..." He told her and when she began to protest, he placed a hand on her lips. "Even your unmentionables"
Hermione watched as Ron roughly folded her clothes and then stuffed them into the draw all over the place. She wanted to tell him off so many times, but decieded to stay quiet.
"And if I come back and see that you have folded these properly, then I will have to tickle you to death"
"You are doing this to torture me, you monster" Hermione told him.
"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, I am not doing this to torture you, I am doing this to help you. I dont want you to get to your dying day and look back and say your biggest accomplishment in life was neatly folded clothing. No one wishes that they ever did more cleaning." Ron replied. "Come now dear, let us get dinner prepared"
Ron took Hermione's hand and pulled her from the room. Hermione kept looking back over her shoulder at her room where her messed up clothes were.
"Eyes on the future Hermione" Ron laughed. Hermione just sighed.
"Accio Telephone!" Ron exclaimed, pulling out his wand and calling a muggle telephone to him.
"You have a phone?" Hermione asked, Ron smiled at her.
"Of course I do, I cant be assistant head of department of misuse of muggle artifacts with out one" Ron replied and walked off down the hall. Hermione stood on the stairs, her mouth hanging open. Ron was assistant Head of department! How could she not have known that?
Hermione went after him down the hall, she entered the kitchen with just soon enough to hear him on the phone.
"Yes, two large Pizza's, delivered thank you"
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CARLYD - I haven't seen all of Sweet Novemeber, so who dies? is it her or him?
DISCLAIMER - Still not mine
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Woof Woof Woof, Ark Ark
"Yappy, shut up" Ron said to the yapping, barking dog at his feet, the dog whimpered and sat, looking up at his owner with big, brown eyes.
"Ron, How long have you had a dog?" Hermione asked, Ron smiled and moved the dog out of the way, dumping Hermione's bag onto the floor by the chair.
"Since about two girlfriends ago" He replied, taking Hermione's second bag and placing it with the first. "She thought it would be strengthing to our relationship if we had some sort of bond, so she turns up the next day with a puppy"
"Oh, Why did you break up with her, what happened?" Hermione asked, she couldn't believe that she didn't know that her best friend had a dog, come to think about it, she had never been to Ron's apartment before.
"What happened? Well... um, my last girlfriend happened" He replied, Hermione smirked and then moved further into the room, looking at a few of the artifacts that Ron had spread around the room. On the mantel peice above the fireplace, there was a picture of his family as well as a picture of Herself, Ron and Harry at their Hogwarts graduation, the last day that the three of them were really in the same place at the same time.
Sure, they had all seen each other since that day, but they usually had to plan to get together. And usually, they were not completely there, they were physically there, but mentally and emotionally, Hermione was back at the office, Harry was at a Quidditch pitch, and Ron...well...Ron was somewhere different altogether.
It was amazing how much Hermione didn't know about Ron, they were best friends, but they had severly lost touch. Hermione didn't know that he had moved out of the Burrow into his own place, she didn't know what he did for a living, and she didn't know what number girlfriend he was up to. If one good thing was to come of them living together, it would be that they would get to know each other again.
Hermione had had not trouble getting time off of work. When she had told her boss (the minister of magic) that she wanted to pool all of her holiday and sick days together so that she could take a day off, the man almost cheered. Every one knew that Hermione was all about her work, and they all agreed that she needed the time off. So she was granted her month off.
Jessie had laughed when Hermione had told her that Ron had talked her into moving in with him for the month. Jessie had been her assistant for a while, and understood that she needed a break, but she also knew that Mr Weasley had a bit of a reputation as a party animal and ladies man. Jessie was caught some where between pity and jealously.
But here she was, in Ron's living room. She was really going to do this, she was really going to spend a month doing nothing. Could she do it?
"You have never been here before have you?" Ron asked, Hermione dhook her head. "Well, the bedrooms and bathroom is up stairs, the laundry is downstairs, the kitchen and pretty much everything else is on this floor. You'll find everything after a little while."
Ron picked up the bags and led Hermione to the stair case that went upstairs to the bedrooms. Hermione climbed the stairs behind Ron, glancing at the photographs and paintings on the walls. There were more pictures of her and Harry, as well as more pictures of Ron's family adn other friends from Hogwarts.
"Right, Lady Hermione, this is your bedroom for the next month, I hope you find it to your liking, and if you don't, then, to bad" Ron smiled, opening the door and allowing Hermione to look around the guest bedroom. Hermione smiled.
"It is nice" She smiled sarcastically at the bright pink painted walls and the sky blue canopy bed.
"Yeah, that is what Ginny said when she decorated it. Personally, this room gives me a headache, so enjoy, it is now yours" Ron smiled. Hermione threw her bags on the bed and unzipped them.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked, crossing his arms across himself and leaning against the door frame.
"I thought that would be obvious, I am unpacking" Hermione smiled.
"No, that is work" Ron replied, moving into the room. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You have got to be kidding me, you wont even let me unpack?" She asked, Ron smiled.
"No, I will pack for you, you just have to sit there and do nothing but watch" He told her, sitting her down on the bed. He finished undoing the zips on the cases and then, before Hermione could protest, dumped all of the clothing out onto the bed.
"Ron! They were all neatly folded!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Tut! Tut! Hemrione, worrying is considered work in my book" Ron smiled as he messed up her clothing a little more.
"But you could have just put them all away, neatly folded" Hermione protest.
"Granger, have you ever known me to be neat?" He asked, Hermione sighed.
"No, i guess not" Hermione replied.
"1, 2, 3, I count three sets of business robes Hermione, and what, pray tell, do you expect to do with these robes if you are not going into the office?" Ron asked.
"I dont know, I just packed them" She replied.
"Now, this, you deffinately had the right idea packing these!" Ron smiled, holding up a pair of skimpy underwear "Granger, who would have known that under those robes and behind that desk you wear things like this! you have been holding out on us all"
"That" She exclaimed, pulling her undergarments out of Ron's hands "Is none of your business, and you will never see them again!"
"Oh, i have a feeling that I will be seeing them again real soon" Ron replied.
"Really, and why is that?" Hermione asked
"i want you wearing them when I cash in on my prize" Ron replied, smiling as Hermione turned bright red due to a mixture of anger and embarrasement.
"I dont consider packing my clothes as work, could I please put all of these away?" Hermione asked.
"No, I will put them away..." He told her and when she began to protest, he placed a hand on her lips. "Even your unmentionables"
Hermione watched as Ron roughly folded her clothes and then stuffed them into the draw all over the place. She wanted to tell him off so many times, but decieded to stay quiet.
"And if I come back and see that you have folded these properly, then I will have to tickle you to death"
"You are doing this to torture me, you monster" Hermione told him.
"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, I am not doing this to torture you, I am doing this to help you. I dont want you to get to your dying day and look back and say your biggest accomplishment in life was neatly folded clothing. No one wishes that they ever did more cleaning." Ron replied. "Come now dear, let us get dinner prepared"
Ron took Hermione's hand and pulled her from the room. Hermione kept looking back over her shoulder at her room where her messed up clothes were.
"Eyes on the future Hermione" Ron laughed. Hermione just sighed.
"Accio Telephone!" Ron exclaimed, pulling out his wand and calling a muggle telephone to him.
"You have a phone?" Hermione asked, Ron smiled at her.
"Of course I do, I cant be assistant head of department of misuse of muggle artifacts with out one" Ron replied and walked off down the hall. Hermione stood on the stairs, her mouth hanging open. Ron was assistant Head of department! How could she not have known that?
Hermione went after him down the hall, she entered the kitchen with just soon enough to hear him on the phone.
"Yes, two large Pizza's, delivered thank you"
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CARLYD - I haven't seen all of Sweet Novemeber, so who dies? is it her or him?