Attractions
By MJM*Mudblood
Chapter Two
"Mourning."
"Mourning."
"Off to work ?"
"Yep, Staying on the couch ?"
"Bloody right."
Ron had made a career of sitting in the living room. He usual got up at seven, nodded off at midnight then put himself to bed at one in the mourning. His job was simple and only took an hour a day. He made the meals. Harry's Job, at the ministry, covered the magically funds, Hermione's job covered the rent and Ron had learned how to produce any food he liked using magic. It was a easy solution to everyone's problem and nobody seemed to mind.
"I think I'll do a lasagne tonight," Ron said as he flicked through the channels, Muggle TV was very interesting. "What do you think ?"
"Fine by me as long as Hermione's okay with it," Harry replied as he walked over to the fireplace. He stroked Crookshanks as he passed then picked up the floo-powder. "See ya later."
"Yeah," Ron said as he decided on which channel he would watch, BBC 2. "Well go to the cinema or something ?"
"Okay," And at that Harry disappeared in a burst of green flames that made Crookshanks get up and stretch his legs before walking into Harry's room for a nap. Ron sighed. He hadn't any plans for the day. Never had. He just hung around in the apartment, occasionally a family member came over, usually Molly or Fred and George but not often. Ron checked the date on the wall. November 2nd. Not long before Christmas. Then everyone would stay home for a week. A bit of company. Not that Ron didn't like staying at home all day. In fact he quite enjoyed it. He just wished he had some company. In fact, he wished Hermione could stay home all day.
"Ron ?" It was a whisper behind him.
"Hermione there's no need to whisper."
Hermione closed her door quietly trying her best not to wake William before tiptoeing over to Ron. She lowered herself gently to perch on the edge of 'Her' chair. She was wearing only her dressing gown and immediately grabbed Ron's full attention. He stared at her legs before moving his gaze up to her face. She looked fantastic.
"Ron, there's a guy in my room." She said. The happy feeling left Ron at a lightning speed.
"A guy ?" Ron asked, tilting his head to look at the closed door. "Who ?"
"His name's William. I met him at the café last night." Ron felt himself fill with hatred for Will and he hadn't even met him.
"What does that matter to me ?" He asked turning to the TV.
"He's a Muggle Ron," Hermione said as she stood up, "Please don't do any magic in front of him."
"Sure," Ron said. He'd have loved to turn Willy into a weasel the minute he came out of Hermione's room, but he cared for Hermione and didn't want to hurt her feelings. And at that Hermione bounced back to her bedroom. Ron slammed down the remote.
'Why !" He screamed in his head, 'Why can't it be me.' Ron stared blankly at the wall and then, at the sound of the giggles, couldn't stand to be in the apartment any longer. He stood up and left the house. He'd go to the park or something until left.
By MJM*Mudblood
Chapter Two
"Mourning."
"Mourning."
"Off to work ?"
"Yep, Staying on the couch ?"
"Bloody right."
Ron had made a career of sitting in the living room. He usual got up at seven, nodded off at midnight then put himself to bed at one in the mourning. His job was simple and only took an hour a day. He made the meals. Harry's Job, at the ministry, covered the magically funds, Hermione's job covered the rent and Ron had learned how to produce any food he liked using magic. It was a easy solution to everyone's problem and nobody seemed to mind.
"I think I'll do a lasagne tonight," Ron said as he flicked through the channels, Muggle TV was very interesting. "What do you think ?"
"Fine by me as long as Hermione's okay with it," Harry replied as he walked over to the fireplace. He stroked Crookshanks as he passed then picked up the floo-powder. "See ya later."
"Yeah," Ron said as he decided on which channel he would watch, BBC 2. "Well go to the cinema or something ?"
"Okay," And at that Harry disappeared in a burst of green flames that made Crookshanks get up and stretch his legs before walking into Harry's room for a nap. Ron sighed. He hadn't any plans for the day. Never had. He just hung around in the apartment, occasionally a family member came over, usually Molly or Fred and George but not often. Ron checked the date on the wall. November 2nd. Not long before Christmas. Then everyone would stay home for a week. A bit of company. Not that Ron didn't like staying at home all day. In fact he quite enjoyed it. He just wished he had some company. In fact, he wished Hermione could stay home all day.
"Ron ?" It was a whisper behind him.
"Hermione there's no need to whisper."
Hermione closed her door quietly trying her best not to wake William before tiptoeing over to Ron. She lowered herself gently to perch on the edge of 'Her' chair. She was wearing only her dressing gown and immediately grabbed Ron's full attention. He stared at her legs before moving his gaze up to her face. She looked fantastic.
"Ron, there's a guy in my room." She said. The happy feeling left Ron at a lightning speed.
"A guy ?" Ron asked, tilting his head to look at the closed door. "Who ?"
"His name's William. I met him at the café last night." Ron felt himself fill with hatred for Will and he hadn't even met him.
"What does that matter to me ?" He asked turning to the TV.
"He's a Muggle Ron," Hermione said as she stood up, "Please don't do any magic in front of him."
"Sure," Ron said. He'd have loved to turn Willy into a weasel the minute he came out of Hermione's room, but he cared for Hermione and didn't want to hurt her feelings. And at that Hermione bounced back to her bedroom. Ron slammed down the remote.
'Why !" He screamed in his head, 'Why can't it be me.' Ron stared blankly at the wall and then, at the sound of the giggles, couldn't stand to be in the apartment any longer. He stood up and left the house. He'd go to the park or something until left.