A/N Right. I know, it's been two weeks, but I'm not dead, not to worry.
There was a slight *cough*huge*cough* problem with my computer breaking
down and losing all my information. But let's not go there.
I'm writing another story with a friend of mine. It's an H/G fic, and it's set in seventh year. We've called ourselves Potter-and-Weasley, so if you want to check it out, it's called Cold Hands, Warm Heart.
By the way, Karel Rachunek is sooooo hot. But he shouldn't cut his hair so short. Oh well. But enough small talk. Time to begin!
~*~
Ron was still holding onto Hermione's sleeve when they were out of the hospital and walking in Muggle London. Hermione jerked free and took a step away from him.
" You can let go of him, you know. I'm not going to run away," she said. Ron looked at her and grinned. He settled for her hand instead. They neared the local Apparition Point, and Ron started small talk. Once they had passed it, however, Hermione slowed down, and tried to pull Ron back.
" Um, Ron? Where are we going?" she asked, looking over her should at the small alleyway.
" To the Ministry. I told you, you are not going back to the bloody boring hospital when you could be doing something useful and that you would REALLY like."
"Yes, but- The Apparition Point is back there, Ron!"
"Well, I know THAT. But we're not Apparating. One, you're too tired, you've stayed up all night, and that spell was pretty powerful. Also, you haven't told me everything, and I want to know. So, we're taking the Udderhound," Ron said, walking down some stairs and dragging Hermione along with him. Hermione rolled her eyes behind his back. He was almost as bad as Mr. Weasley.
" You mean the Underground," she corrected.
"Something like that," Ron said nochalantly with a wave of his hand. "Anyways, we're taking that thing," he said pointing to the vessel. They entered the vessel, and although the subway was crowded, they still managed to find a seat together. Ron sat her down and promptly started asking questions. He was obviously quite proud of her. After a while, Hermione had managed to explain the spell to Ron, and they preceeded to what had happened in the room.
" So he was just lying in his bed, laughing his head off, and we all didn't really know what to do. We sort of started laughing too, just because it was so funny. And then he just stopped. He stopped, and it seemed as if he was asleep. That was supposed to happen, if we did it correctly, so we basically figured we had done it right. Then we had to tell the Nurse all these lies, but they weren't actually lies, just stretching the truth, I suppose..." Hermione continued on, and Ron listened with such attention, that Hermione had to scold him.
"Ron! Why didn't you ever pay this much attention in classes? If only you had-"
Ron cut her off by covering her mouth with his hand, " Stop nagging! Those classes were ruddy boring, that's why. Especially History of Magic. And Divination. But I did pay attention in SOME classes. Like Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures. Mind you, if I hadn't I might have gotten eaten by one of the Skrewts... but, yeah- besides, I like listening to you talk much better," he concluded, kissing her so she wouldn't be mad. Hermione still glared at him. The vessel slowed to a stop and Ron stood up.
" Right then. Here we are!" he said, and Hermione followed him out of the door. They walked into a building, that Hermione thought they could only see, and walked to a door labeled, Departments. Ron opened it up and Hermione entered a small room. It was lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, and painted white. It would have been boring, had there not been all the doors. Many tiny doors, about 10 centimeters high, lined the room, going all around the baseboards. Each door had a number, 1, 2, 3... and there was a chart on the wall with each Department door compared with it's number.
Ron looked at the list with interest. He glanced at all 53 departments, and bobbed up and down on his feet, something Hermione found hilariously funny. It had always made her laugh inside, and she smiled at him without him knowing it. He faced her and she looked at him inquiringly. She raised her eyebrows and looked up at him.
"So?" she said impatiently. "WHere do you think I should go?"
" Well, depends on what you want to do, really," Ron said. " Do you want to enchant objects, such as brooms, or telescopes, or do you want to do Charm work, or do you want to do Hexes and Curses?" Hermione needed barely to think when she already knew what she really wanted to do.
" My curse work was really interesting, actually, and I'd love to help with the Aurors... it would really be fascinating, don't you think?" she asked Ron.
" No," he answered in a Ronnish-way. Hermione huffed, but glared at him and said,"Which Department do we go to?"
Ron checked the list again, and headed over to the door numbered 37. Hermione followed and curiously bent down to look at the door. There was a faint light shining through the crack under the door. Ron squatted beside her and opened the door by its tiny knob.
" All you need to do is put your finger through the door, and it will suck you to that place," he explained. Ron took Hermione's small ahdn in his big one and put his finger through the space. Ron went through first, but held onto her hand and she was sucked in next.
Hermione had thought it was just a Ron-thing to say when he had said sucked, but in reality, that was actually what happened. She was sucked through the door and in seconds, out of another one to finally fall in front of a door. The door was labeled 37 Department of Experimental Magic. Hermione nodded her head when she was aksed by Ron if she was ready, and together they walked into the- hopefully soon her- Department office.
I'm writing another story with a friend of mine. It's an H/G fic, and it's set in seventh year. We've called ourselves Potter-and-Weasley, so if you want to check it out, it's called Cold Hands, Warm Heart.
By the way, Karel Rachunek is sooooo hot. But he shouldn't cut his hair so short. Oh well. But enough small talk. Time to begin!
~*~
Ron was still holding onto Hermione's sleeve when they were out of the hospital and walking in Muggle London. Hermione jerked free and took a step away from him.
" You can let go of him, you know. I'm not going to run away," she said. Ron looked at her and grinned. He settled for her hand instead. They neared the local Apparition Point, and Ron started small talk. Once they had passed it, however, Hermione slowed down, and tried to pull Ron back.
" Um, Ron? Where are we going?" she asked, looking over her should at the small alleyway.
" To the Ministry. I told you, you are not going back to the bloody boring hospital when you could be doing something useful and that you would REALLY like."
"Yes, but- The Apparition Point is back there, Ron!"
"Well, I know THAT. But we're not Apparating. One, you're too tired, you've stayed up all night, and that spell was pretty powerful. Also, you haven't told me everything, and I want to know. So, we're taking the Udderhound," Ron said, walking down some stairs and dragging Hermione along with him. Hermione rolled her eyes behind his back. He was almost as bad as Mr. Weasley.
" You mean the Underground," she corrected.
"Something like that," Ron said nochalantly with a wave of his hand. "Anyways, we're taking that thing," he said pointing to the vessel. They entered the vessel, and although the subway was crowded, they still managed to find a seat together. Ron sat her down and promptly started asking questions. He was obviously quite proud of her. After a while, Hermione had managed to explain the spell to Ron, and they preceeded to what had happened in the room.
" So he was just lying in his bed, laughing his head off, and we all didn't really know what to do. We sort of started laughing too, just because it was so funny. And then he just stopped. He stopped, and it seemed as if he was asleep. That was supposed to happen, if we did it correctly, so we basically figured we had done it right. Then we had to tell the Nurse all these lies, but they weren't actually lies, just stretching the truth, I suppose..." Hermione continued on, and Ron listened with such attention, that Hermione had to scold him.
"Ron! Why didn't you ever pay this much attention in classes? If only you had-"
Ron cut her off by covering her mouth with his hand, " Stop nagging! Those classes were ruddy boring, that's why. Especially History of Magic. And Divination. But I did pay attention in SOME classes. Like Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures. Mind you, if I hadn't I might have gotten eaten by one of the Skrewts... but, yeah- besides, I like listening to you talk much better," he concluded, kissing her so she wouldn't be mad. Hermione still glared at him. The vessel slowed to a stop and Ron stood up.
" Right then. Here we are!" he said, and Hermione followed him out of the door. They walked into a building, that Hermione thought they could only see, and walked to a door labeled, Departments. Ron opened it up and Hermione entered a small room. It was lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, and painted white. It would have been boring, had there not been all the doors. Many tiny doors, about 10 centimeters high, lined the room, going all around the baseboards. Each door had a number, 1, 2, 3... and there was a chart on the wall with each Department door compared with it's number.
Ron looked at the list with interest. He glanced at all 53 departments, and bobbed up and down on his feet, something Hermione found hilariously funny. It had always made her laugh inside, and she smiled at him without him knowing it. He faced her and she looked at him inquiringly. She raised her eyebrows and looked up at him.
"So?" she said impatiently. "WHere do you think I should go?"
" Well, depends on what you want to do, really," Ron said. " Do you want to enchant objects, such as brooms, or telescopes, or do you want to do Charm work, or do you want to do Hexes and Curses?" Hermione needed barely to think when she already knew what she really wanted to do.
" My curse work was really interesting, actually, and I'd love to help with the Aurors... it would really be fascinating, don't you think?" she asked Ron.
" No," he answered in a Ronnish-way. Hermione huffed, but glared at him and said,"Which Department do we go to?"
Ron checked the list again, and headed over to the door numbered 37. Hermione followed and curiously bent down to look at the door. There was a faint light shining through the crack under the door. Ron squatted beside her and opened the door by its tiny knob.
" All you need to do is put your finger through the door, and it will suck you to that place," he explained. Ron took Hermione's small ahdn in his big one and put his finger through the space. Ron went through first, but held onto her hand and she was sucked in next.
Hermione had thought it was just a Ron-thing to say when he had said sucked, but in reality, that was actually what happened. She was sucked through the door and in seconds, out of another one to finally fall in front of a door. The door was labeled 37 Department of Experimental Magic. Hermione nodded her head when she was aksed by Ron if she was ready, and together they walked into the- hopefully soon her- Department office.