It was not long before he reached the hut. He was grateful that it was dark
and available for his use. No one would think to look for him here and he
could get all of his work done so that he would have the rest of the
weekend to enjoy his time with Harry and Hermione. Hermione. He would never
have thought to do schoolwork on a Friday night until she put the idea into
his head. Sometimes he wondered how much of an influence she truly had on
him. When he was with her, her sometimes felt as though he was put under
some sort of spell. He quickly shook his head. No use thinking about such
things this evening. There was work to be done.
He reached into his robes and pulled out his wand.
"Alohamora" he whispered.
The lock opened and he pushed the door with his free hand.
Not wanting to attract attention to his whereabouts, he chose not to light a fire.
"Lumos" he muttered, and the tip of his wand lit up.
That should be enough light, he thought to himself, as he laid the parchment out and began his Potions assignment. He propped open a book and began to read about the uses of unicorn hair. After reading several lines his eyes began to droop.
"This is why people don't do homework on Friday nights Hermione!" he muttered.
He closed his eyes and began to think about her. He didn't even realize that he was thinking out loud.
"She's such a know-it-all, so bossy, so demanding, so.perfect."
His eyes flew open as he heard a noise from outside the window of the hut. He quietly rose to his feet, wand in hand and peered out the window into a pair of frightened brown eyes.
He heard a loud crack and saw a magnificent bolt of lightening streak across the sky. It provided just enough light to outline the delicate features of the face that belonged to the eyes that he was gazing into.
"Hermione?" he said questioningly.
"Ron?" she stammered.
She rushed quickly to the door of the hut as the rain poured down. He opened the door and she quickly came inside.
"My books, my bag.I forgot." she stammered.
Ron ran out the door and grabbed her things from underneath the window. He shuddered at the cold that the rain seemed to bring with it and hurried inside the hut.
"They got wet." He said, instantly regretting his knack for saying the obvious.
Hermione reached for her wand and quickly sent sparks to light a fire in the fireplace. She glanced down at the propped open book and the parchment at Ron's feet.
"Studying? On a Friday night? Is it really you Ron Weasley or has someone else been making the polyjuice potion?"
Ron scowled. This was the reason why he wanted privacy in the first place. Sometimes she was just so.
"Wait a second Hermione.what are you doing here?"
He quickly reached down and grabbed one of her books, holding it high into the air. A thin magazine fell out of its folds. He grabbed it and began reading.
"Witchplay?"
He read the headlines of the featured stories.
"How to attract you dream Wizard.A Witches' Guide to pleasing her Wizard."
Hermione blushed and clutched her want.
"Accio Witchplay"
The magazine flew out of Ron's hands and into her own.
Hermione shivered and moved closer to the fire. She couldn't look at him. She had a million words that she wanted to say, ways to dismiss her actions, yet for once she couldn't speak.
He stood over her with a confused expression on his face. He didn't know whether to tease her or wonder why she would be reading such things. Sure, she was probably just doing some sort of research, something about fluffy journalism and its effects on teenage girls. Yet she wasn't saying anything, just staring into the fire.
"Hermione?" he spoke in a gentle tone. He had no idea where this voice came from, but he was concerned about her.
She looked up into his thoughtful blue eyes. He noticed that she was flushed, or perhaps still blushing, and she looked nervous.
"Would you help me work on my Potions essay?"
She wasn't sure of he was letting her off the hook or if he was really that daft. One look into his eyes told her that he cared enough to simply let the subject drop. She was impressed, it seemed her wizard was growing up.
Her wizard? She tried to clear the thought from her mind, but it was hard. He was standing over her, tall, lean, strong. His eyes were mesmerizing, his red hair was soaked and matted down on his head and his robes clung to his body. He shivered.
"You need to warm up first Ron. Sit next to the fire." She patted the seat next to her.
He blushed, but quickly sat down. He felt warm all over, and part of him knew that it wasn't just from the fire.
They sat in silence for a while. At the same moment they turned to each other.
"Uh."
"So."
"You first."
"Why are you studying here on a Friday night?
"I knew it would be quiet and that I could get things done."
"Why aren't you in the library?"
"I was avoiding you."
He saw a flicker of pain in her eyes.
"Me?"
"I knew you would make a big deal out of my doing schoolwork and I just didn't."
"Didn't what?"
He looked into her eyes and could see the reflection of the fire dancing in the brown depths.
"I didn't want to disappoint you."
She looked down and without thinking quickly said "You couldn't disappoint me."
He grinned. "I just didn't want you to think badly of me if I didn't get everything done or if I did poorly."
She looked up. She could see the concern in his deep blue eyes. She smiled at him.
"Well we both have our secrets."
He looked toward the magazine that she had laid on the floor.
"What is your secret, Hermione?"
He reached into his robes and pulled out his wand.
"Alohamora" he whispered.
The lock opened and he pushed the door with his free hand.
Not wanting to attract attention to his whereabouts, he chose not to light a fire.
"Lumos" he muttered, and the tip of his wand lit up.
That should be enough light, he thought to himself, as he laid the parchment out and began his Potions assignment. He propped open a book and began to read about the uses of unicorn hair. After reading several lines his eyes began to droop.
"This is why people don't do homework on Friday nights Hermione!" he muttered.
He closed his eyes and began to think about her. He didn't even realize that he was thinking out loud.
"She's such a know-it-all, so bossy, so demanding, so.perfect."
His eyes flew open as he heard a noise from outside the window of the hut. He quietly rose to his feet, wand in hand and peered out the window into a pair of frightened brown eyes.
He heard a loud crack and saw a magnificent bolt of lightening streak across the sky. It provided just enough light to outline the delicate features of the face that belonged to the eyes that he was gazing into.
"Hermione?" he said questioningly.
"Ron?" she stammered.
She rushed quickly to the door of the hut as the rain poured down. He opened the door and she quickly came inside.
"My books, my bag.I forgot." she stammered.
Ron ran out the door and grabbed her things from underneath the window. He shuddered at the cold that the rain seemed to bring with it and hurried inside the hut.
"They got wet." He said, instantly regretting his knack for saying the obvious.
Hermione reached for her wand and quickly sent sparks to light a fire in the fireplace. She glanced down at the propped open book and the parchment at Ron's feet.
"Studying? On a Friday night? Is it really you Ron Weasley or has someone else been making the polyjuice potion?"
Ron scowled. This was the reason why he wanted privacy in the first place. Sometimes she was just so.
"Wait a second Hermione.what are you doing here?"
He quickly reached down and grabbed one of her books, holding it high into the air. A thin magazine fell out of its folds. He grabbed it and began reading.
"Witchplay?"
He read the headlines of the featured stories.
"How to attract you dream Wizard.A Witches' Guide to pleasing her Wizard."
Hermione blushed and clutched her want.
"Accio Witchplay"
The magazine flew out of Ron's hands and into her own.
Hermione shivered and moved closer to the fire. She couldn't look at him. She had a million words that she wanted to say, ways to dismiss her actions, yet for once she couldn't speak.
He stood over her with a confused expression on his face. He didn't know whether to tease her or wonder why she would be reading such things. Sure, she was probably just doing some sort of research, something about fluffy journalism and its effects on teenage girls. Yet she wasn't saying anything, just staring into the fire.
"Hermione?" he spoke in a gentle tone. He had no idea where this voice came from, but he was concerned about her.
She looked up into his thoughtful blue eyes. He noticed that she was flushed, or perhaps still blushing, and she looked nervous.
"Would you help me work on my Potions essay?"
She wasn't sure of he was letting her off the hook or if he was really that daft. One look into his eyes told her that he cared enough to simply let the subject drop. She was impressed, it seemed her wizard was growing up.
Her wizard? She tried to clear the thought from her mind, but it was hard. He was standing over her, tall, lean, strong. His eyes were mesmerizing, his red hair was soaked and matted down on his head and his robes clung to his body. He shivered.
"You need to warm up first Ron. Sit next to the fire." She patted the seat next to her.
He blushed, but quickly sat down. He felt warm all over, and part of him knew that it wasn't just from the fire.
They sat in silence for a while. At the same moment they turned to each other.
"Uh."
"So."
"You first."
"Why are you studying here on a Friday night?
"I knew it would be quiet and that I could get things done."
"Why aren't you in the library?"
"I was avoiding you."
He saw a flicker of pain in her eyes.
"Me?"
"I knew you would make a big deal out of my doing schoolwork and I just didn't."
"Didn't what?"
He looked into her eyes and could see the reflection of the fire dancing in the brown depths.
"I didn't want to disappoint you."
She looked down and without thinking quickly said "You couldn't disappoint me."
He grinned. "I just didn't want you to think badly of me if I didn't get everything done or if I did poorly."
She looked up. She could see the concern in his deep blue eyes. She smiled at him.
"Well we both have our secrets."
He looked toward the magazine that she had laid on the floor.
"What is your secret, Hermione?"