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Oh, am I supposed to say that I don't own Harry Potter? - Well I don't. Wish I owned Ron though- don't you?
Chapter Two
Oddly enough for Hermione the day never seemed to get going. I say oddly, because as you know Hermione loves to work. At Hogwarts she positively danced at the thought of extra homework. If she was being honest when Ron used to whine at her to do her homework for him she was secretly desperate to, but restrained herself for the sake of his learning.
When Hermione's boss asks her to do overtime, she is often only happy to. Of course she would never admit this to anyone else. Well, apart from Ron. But Ron doesn't count. Ron knows everything about her. He's telepathic, or something. Well, he knows almost everything
The truth is that Hermione, despite feeling, "absolutely no attraction to Ron" can't wait to get out of the office and see him. O course she couldn't tell him that. Hermione feels that it is her obligation to set an example to Ron when it comes to work. If she wasn't there to force him to actually do something he'd be happy sitting at home on the sofa with the paper and plan team selections for the Chudley Cannons Juniors all day long.
Ron is an obsessive Quidditch fan. So much so that he coaches an under 14 Quidditch team. Many a weekend has Hermione been dragged to watch these games by Ron, and she fears this weekend will be no exception.
Well, not so much fears it. Hermione secretly loves the games, but never lets this on to Ron, and always ensures she moans like mad before, during and after the game. Ron however is not fooled. He often catches her jumping up and down like a mad woman when the snitch is caught. He doesn't let on that he knows though, as she would be mortified.
Hermione glances at her watch. It's only 4.30; she's got ages to go. Uncharacteristically she finds herself once more drifting into her thoughts, ignoring the small mountain of (admittedly extra) work on her desk.
She finds herself thinking about Ron and how much she loves the cosy, intimate friendship they have. She loves the fact that when she introduces him to her female friends that they all "ooh" and "aaah" about how wonderful he is. She loves the fact that before she explains the strictly platonic nature of their friendship, that everyone says they would be perfect together. She loves that he knows her better than anyone else. That he has seen her in almost every state imaginable, whether she be drunk, sobbing, giggling or even angry - and that he likes her anyway.
Truth be told Hermione and Ron have a tempestuous friendship. They fight and bicker like a married couple, but to be perfectly honest Hermione doesn't think it would be possible to be close to Ron and not argue with him.
Hermione wonders what he's got planned for this evening. Suddenly, in a moment of panic she wonders if he'll try and cook. Despite being owner of magical powers, Hermione feels that it is fair to say that Ron is the worst cook in the world. How a person can murder something simple like beans on toast is a mystery to Hermione, but Ron manages quite successfully.
Hermione picks up the phone. She considers calling Ron at work, but realises that there is absolutely no chance he won't have made an excuse to leave early. She calls his house.
"Engine Room" Ron trills.
"Where Ron? It's me. I was just wondering, you're not planning to cook are you?" Hermione asked anxiously.
"Well." Ron mused, knowing exactly what she meant but wanting to tease her, "I was thinking about it. What do you fancy? A Ron special?"
"ER, well Ron as lovely as that sounds I was thinking about picking up a pizza"
Ooo pizza sounded good, thought Ron. He thought for a moment as to whether it was worth forsaking pizza to see Hermione have to eat something he'd prepared, then decided against it. It was too cruel.
"Ok" Ron agreed, " but extra cheese please."
"Pig!!!" said Hermione, greatly relieved. " See you soon."
When the day finally ended, Hermione legged it out of the office. In a rush to get to Ron she began to run to the pizza shop.
In her haste she walked into someone. A tall, dark someone.
"oooff", she cried, " sorry!!!"
"Eskuse meee" said the tall dark someone. The voice sounded familiar. It sounded like it was a tall, dark, Bulgarian someone.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt, thought Hermione
"Her me on e," said the someone, " Is me, Victor!!!"
Oh, am I supposed to say that I don't own Harry Potter? - Well I don't. Wish I owned Ron though- don't you?
Chapter Two
Oddly enough for Hermione the day never seemed to get going. I say oddly, because as you know Hermione loves to work. At Hogwarts she positively danced at the thought of extra homework. If she was being honest when Ron used to whine at her to do her homework for him she was secretly desperate to, but restrained herself for the sake of his learning.
When Hermione's boss asks her to do overtime, she is often only happy to. Of course she would never admit this to anyone else. Well, apart from Ron. But Ron doesn't count. Ron knows everything about her. He's telepathic, or something. Well, he knows almost everything
The truth is that Hermione, despite feeling, "absolutely no attraction to Ron" can't wait to get out of the office and see him. O course she couldn't tell him that. Hermione feels that it is her obligation to set an example to Ron when it comes to work. If she wasn't there to force him to actually do something he'd be happy sitting at home on the sofa with the paper and plan team selections for the Chudley Cannons Juniors all day long.
Ron is an obsessive Quidditch fan. So much so that he coaches an under 14 Quidditch team. Many a weekend has Hermione been dragged to watch these games by Ron, and she fears this weekend will be no exception.
Well, not so much fears it. Hermione secretly loves the games, but never lets this on to Ron, and always ensures she moans like mad before, during and after the game. Ron however is not fooled. He often catches her jumping up and down like a mad woman when the snitch is caught. He doesn't let on that he knows though, as she would be mortified.
Hermione glances at her watch. It's only 4.30; she's got ages to go. Uncharacteristically she finds herself once more drifting into her thoughts, ignoring the small mountain of (admittedly extra) work on her desk.
She finds herself thinking about Ron and how much she loves the cosy, intimate friendship they have. She loves the fact that when she introduces him to her female friends that they all "ooh" and "aaah" about how wonderful he is. She loves the fact that before she explains the strictly platonic nature of their friendship, that everyone says they would be perfect together. She loves that he knows her better than anyone else. That he has seen her in almost every state imaginable, whether she be drunk, sobbing, giggling or even angry - and that he likes her anyway.
Truth be told Hermione and Ron have a tempestuous friendship. They fight and bicker like a married couple, but to be perfectly honest Hermione doesn't think it would be possible to be close to Ron and not argue with him.
Hermione wonders what he's got planned for this evening. Suddenly, in a moment of panic she wonders if he'll try and cook. Despite being owner of magical powers, Hermione feels that it is fair to say that Ron is the worst cook in the world. How a person can murder something simple like beans on toast is a mystery to Hermione, but Ron manages quite successfully.
Hermione picks up the phone. She considers calling Ron at work, but realises that there is absolutely no chance he won't have made an excuse to leave early. She calls his house.
"Engine Room" Ron trills.
"Where Ron? It's me. I was just wondering, you're not planning to cook are you?" Hermione asked anxiously.
"Well." Ron mused, knowing exactly what she meant but wanting to tease her, "I was thinking about it. What do you fancy? A Ron special?"
"ER, well Ron as lovely as that sounds I was thinking about picking up a pizza"
Ooo pizza sounded good, thought Ron. He thought for a moment as to whether it was worth forsaking pizza to see Hermione have to eat something he'd prepared, then decided against it. It was too cruel.
"Ok" Ron agreed, " but extra cheese please."
"Pig!!!" said Hermione, greatly relieved. " See you soon."
When the day finally ended, Hermione legged it out of the office. In a rush to get to Ron she began to run to the pizza shop.
In her haste she walked into someone. A tall, dark someone.
"oooff", she cried, " sorry!!!"
"Eskuse meee" said the tall dark someone. The voice sounded familiar. It sounded like it was a tall, dark, Bulgarian someone.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt, thought Hermione
"Her me on e," said the someone, " Is me, Victor!!!"