Mad World: Chapter 4
Severus and Ron: A comparison part 1
It had been the summer after sixth year, when Hermione took Ron home to meet her parents. It was to be his first real foray into the muggle world, and as he was his father's son, he was absolutely curious about it. The Weasley's trusted Ron to be on his most gentleman-like behavior, and the Granger's accepted his visit only on the grounds that he would not be occupying their precious daughter's bedroom. He was to sleep in the den with Sir Baxter, the beagle that had been around since Hermione was a very small little girl. He didn't do much of anything anymore, as he was very fat and old.
"Bloody hell, you've got a telly-fission that works!" Ron exclaimed as he played with the remote control on the Granger's satellite television set.
"That's a television, Ronald," Hermione corrected, giving him an indulgent kiss on the cheek.
"And it works!"
"Of course it works, otherwise we wouldn't have it."
"Well good for you, none of the one's dad has works."
Hermione's reception towards Ron was very warm indeed, despite the fact that her mother had taken to calling him "Ronnie". Her father gently corrected his wife when he caught the mortified look on Hermione and Ron's faces. The night of his arrival, the both of them were dragged along to the annual "Dentistry Ball". Hermione remembered Ron's reaction to his designated tuxedo quite perfectly.
"Honestly Ron, my dad's only worn it once."
"It's not that, Hermione, it's just that...it's not a dress robe!"
"Of course it's not, it's a tuxedo...a muggle's answer to the dress robe."
"I'll look like a penguin!"
"You won't look like a penguin, penguins don't have RED hair...honestly..."
"What'll you give me if I wear it?"
"One of these." Hermione planted a sweet, lingering kiss on her boyfriend's lips. When she pulled away she gave him a wicked grin before heading out of the bathroom.
"Well...okay!"
Hermione also remembered Ron's reaction to her choice of dress. She had debated for quite some time while looking through her closet. It had been a dress she had purchased during the Christmas holiday, on a complete whim. It was made of some sort of shimmery pale silver material, and was ankle length, tight fitting, and was held up by a single shoulder strap, leaving the other shoulder bare. It was the most grown-up gown she had, and she intended to wear it, since this was the first time the Dentistry Ball invitation had been extended to include her and a guest. She managed to straighten her hair once more, leaving it loose and unbound. It made her feel like one of those confident women on those pageants her mother used to make her watch all of the time.
"Gods, Hermione...I knew there was a pretty girl in there somewhere," Ron teased as she descended the stairs. She gave him a playful, yet painful punch in the arm, and then linked hers through it.
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," he whispered as they followed her parents out the door.
Ron, she realized, was not quite adept at the old fashioned dances that the guests at the ball were whirling around to, so Hermione took it upon herself to teach him how to waltz, as her father had at one point.
"Mum tried to teach me this once, you know, for fourth year, but it was sort of weird dancing with her," Ron explained, as he slowly mastered the simple steps.
"You're doing wonderful," Hermione complimented.
Various people at the ball inquired about the dashing redhead who had accompanied Vera and Edgar Granger's daughter. They explained that he was her boyfriend visiting from school, but for decency's sake was not sharing a room with her. The crowd reluctantly approved, and several young girls bemoaned the fact that the 'naughty' looking young man was taken.
"Hermione, there's something I should tell you," Ron stated as they continued to dance.
"Tired already, Ron?"
"No, it's not that...Hermione..."
"Yes?"
"Erm...well, I-I think I love you." Hermione stopped their waltz right in the middle of the floor.
"You do?"
"Well...yes." Hermione's shocked expression turned to one of utter happiness.
"That's wonderful, Ron. I'm quite sure I feel the same way," she replied, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him with all the passion and conviction she had. He clung to her, and parted her lips to invade her mouth with his tongue. She eagerly responded...until she realized that they were being stared at. Both of them looked around the room, turning beet red.
"T-that...that was bloody brilliant," Ron gasped. She nodded, and took his hand, dashing with him into the gardens outside to continue their passionate interlude.
That did not last long, as her parents were embarrassed, and ready to leave. Vera had to constantly tell her husband to not tear into Ron...and the ride home commenced in absolute silence.
It was quite a few days before Edgar acknowledged Ron's presence, and that occurred in his private study. Ron overheard the sound of an acoustic guitar playing, and followed the sound into the study, where Edgar was sitting across from Hermione, strumming a tune that Ron couldn't recognize. Hermione was singing softly to it in a soft, sweet soprano voice.
"People are strange when you're a stranger, faces look ugly when you're alone..." She trailed off when she noticed Ron, and Edgar stopped playing as well, following Hermione's gaze to the entryway.
"You play the guitar, Mr. Granger?"
"Why, yes I do Ron.... so does Hermione. Quite well I might add."
"That's brilliant, Hermione! I never knew you had it in you...now I have a musician for a girlfriend!" Hermione blushed like crazy, and walked out of the room.
"She's shy about that, Ron...only her mum and I really know about it. I've raised her on only the finest musicians. Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin...she especially loves The Doors, and has pictures of old Jim all over her bedroom."
"Whose Jim?!" Ron demanded, sounding a bit jealous.
"The lead singer of The Doors, of course...he's long dead now, Ron...you needn't worry about the competition."
"Oh...okay."
This resulted in a two hour-long conversation, in which Edgar raved out about the bands of muggle past, and told Ron how lucky he was that he didn't have to listen to the absolute crap that this world had to offer nowadays. He also invited Ron to listen to a great deal of his records, including his expansive collection of "The Doors" music. Ron listened, enthralled, surprised that Hermione had designated this as her favorite music.
"I have the best girlfriend...ever!"
"You'd better say that," Edgar replied in a warning tone.
It was later, that Ron was told by Vera, that Hermione had taken to her room with a bit of a stomach virus. It had stemmed from Hermione's deep fear of performing in public, and Ron had made her sick by walking in on her singing. The Granger's were going out for dinner that night, and told Ron to check up on Hermione, and try to convince her to not keep up with her silliness. Ron had an idea.
Some time later he knocked softly on her door.
"Who is it?" She asked in an irritated tone.
"Jim...Jim Morrison."
"I know it's you Ron." She jolted a bit when she heard music coming from outside her room. The door flew open, and in jumped Ron, shirtless, with a tight pair of leather pants on.
"Where'd you get the pants?" She asked. He ignored her as the music swelled, and soon he commenced into an amateurish, yet amusing lip sync and dance session.
Yeah!, Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
Now, I'm gonna love you, Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
I'm gonna love you, Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
I'm gonna love you, Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
Hermione's face was burning by the end, but she was laughing nonetheless.
"You're such a wanker, Ron!"
"Yeah but I'm you're wanker," he replied, jumping into bed with her.
"Was this to cheer me up?"
"Yeah...kind of to tell you that...well...it could be worse...you could make always make a complete arse of yourself like I just did."
"I love you," Hermione replied.
That commenced Hermione's very first time with real intimacy. She couldn't really remember it in detail, expect for the fact that it wasn't very memorable, or pleasant. Ron, bless him, was enthusiastic to say the least, but fumbling. When the moment came when he broke through her virginity, Hermione was filled with pain like she never experienced before. It passed quickly, and the whole act itself was over far too soon. She lied to Ron and said it was wonderful, of course, because that's what you do for people you love, she thought.
He left her room before her parents got home, and Hermione fell asleep, wondering how the rest of the summer would be like.
Here end the Ronald Weasley portion of the comparison.
End of Chapter
I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor.
Love is all, all my soul.
You're my playground love.
Yet my hands are shaking.
I feel my body leaning.
Time's no matter, I'm on fire
On the playground love.
You're the piece of gold,
That flushes all my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You're my playground love.
Anytime, anywhere,
You're my playground love.
"People are Strange" and "Touch Me" are songs by a marvelous group called "The Doors" who are superior to the dreadful, and so-called "Doors of the 21st Century" with that nasty Jim replacement. I disclaim. I also disclaim the lyrics to Air's "Playground Love" The rest of this story will be done on ashwinder . sychophanthex . come due to the content I plan to put in.
Severus and Ron: A comparison part 1
It had been the summer after sixth year, when Hermione took Ron home to meet her parents. It was to be his first real foray into the muggle world, and as he was his father's son, he was absolutely curious about it. The Weasley's trusted Ron to be on his most gentleman-like behavior, and the Granger's accepted his visit only on the grounds that he would not be occupying their precious daughter's bedroom. He was to sleep in the den with Sir Baxter, the beagle that had been around since Hermione was a very small little girl. He didn't do much of anything anymore, as he was very fat and old.
"Bloody hell, you've got a telly-fission that works!" Ron exclaimed as he played with the remote control on the Granger's satellite television set.
"That's a television, Ronald," Hermione corrected, giving him an indulgent kiss on the cheek.
"And it works!"
"Of course it works, otherwise we wouldn't have it."
"Well good for you, none of the one's dad has works."
Hermione's reception towards Ron was very warm indeed, despite the fact that her mother had taken to calling him "Ronnie". Her father gently corrected his wife when he caught the mortified look on Hermione and Ron's faces. The night of his arrival, the both of them were dragged along to the annual "Dentistry Ball". Hermione remembered Ron's reaction to his designated tuxedo quite perfectly.
"Honestly Ron, my dad's only worn it once."
"It's not that, Hermione, it's just that...it's not a dress robe!"
"Of course it's not, it's a tuxedo...a muggle's answer to the dress robe."
"I'll look like a penguin!"
"You won't look like a penguin, penguins don't have RED hair...honestly..."
"What'll you give me if I wear it?"
"One of these." Hermione planted a sweet, lingering kiss on her boyfriend's lips. When she pulled away she gave him a wicked grin before heading out of the bathroom.
"Well...okay!"
Hermione also remembered Ron's reaction to her choice of dress. She had debated for quite some time while looking through her closet. It had been a dress she had purchased during the Christmas holiday, on a complete whim. It was made of some sort of shimmery pale silver material, and was ankle length, tight fitting, and was held up by a single shoulder strap, leaving the other shoulder bare. It was the most grown-up gown she had, and she intended to wear it, since this was the first time the Dentistry Ball invitation had been extended to include her and a guest. She managed to straighten her hair once more, leaving it loose and unbound. It made her feel like one of those confident women on those pageants her mother used to make her watch all of the time.
"Gods, Hermione...I knew there was a pretty girl in there somewhere," Ron teased as she descended the stairs. She gave him a playful, yet painful punch in the arm, and then linked hers through it.
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," he whispered as they followed her parents out the door.
Ron, she realized, was not quite adept at the old fashioned dances that the guests at the ball were whirling around to, so Hermione took it upon herself to teach him how to waltz, as her father had at one point.
"Mum tried to teach me this once, you know, for fourth year, but it was sort of weird dancing with her," Ron explained, as he slowly mastered the simple steps.
"You're doing wonderful," Hermione complimented.
Various people at the ball inquired about the dashing redhead who had accompanied Vera and Edgar Granger's daughter. They explained that he was her boyfriend visiting from school, but for decency's sake was not sharing a room with her. The crowd reluctantly approved, and several young girls bemoaned the fact that the 'naughty' looking young man was taken.
"Hermione, there's something I should tell you," Ron stated as they continued to dance.
"Tired already, Ron?"
"No, it's not that...Hermione..."
"Yes?"
"Erm...well, I-I think I love you." Hermione stopped their waltz right in the middle of the floor.
"You do?"
"Well...yes." Hermione's shocked expression turned to one of utter happiness.
"That's wonderful, Ron. I'm quite sure I feel the same way," she replied, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him with all the passion and conviction she had. He clung to her, and parted her lips to invade her mouth with his tongue. She eagerly responded...until she realized that they were being stared at. Both of them looked around the room, turning beet red.
"T-that...that was bloody brilliant," Ron gasped. She nodded, and took his hand, dashing with him into the gardens outside to continue their passionate interlude.
That did not last long, as her parents were embarrassed, and ready to leave. Vera had to constantly tell her husband to not tear into Ron...and the ride home commenced in absolute silence.
It was quite a few days before Edgar acknowledged Ron's presence, and that occurred in his private study. Ron overheard the sound of an acoustic guitar playing, and followed the sound into the study, where Edgar was sitting across from Hermione, strumming a tune that Ron couldn't recognize. Hermione was singing softly to it in a soft, sweet soprano voice.
"People are strange when you're a stranger, faces look ugly when you're alone..." She trailed off when she noticed Ron, and Edgar stopped playing as well, following Hermione's gaze to the entryway.
"You play the guitar, Mr. Granger?"
"Why, yes I do Ron.... so does Hermione. Quite well I might add."
"That's brilliant, Hermione! I never knew you had it in you...now I have a musician for a girlfriend!" Hermione blushed like crazy, and walked out of the room.
"She's shy about that, Ron...only her mum and I really know about it. I've raised her on only the finest musicians. Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin...she especially loves The Doors, and has pictures of old Jim all over her bedroom."
"Whose Jim?!" Ron demanded, sounding a bit jealous.
"The lead singer of The Doors, of course...he's long dead now, Ron...you needn't worry about the competition."
"Oh...okay."
This resulted in a two hour-long conversation, in which Edgar raved out about the bands of muggle past, and told Ron how lucky he was that he didn't have to listen to the absolute crap that this world had to offer nowadays. He also invited Ron to listen to a great deal of his records, including his expansive collection of "The Doors" music. Ron listened, enthralled, surprised that Hermione had designated this as her favorite music.
"I have the best girlfriend...ever!"
"You'd better say that," Edgar replied in a warning tone.
It was later, that Ron was told by Vera, that Hermione had taken to her room with a bit of a stomach virus. It had stemmed from Hermione's deep fear of performing in public, and Ron had made her sick by walking in on her singing. The Granger's were going out for dinner that night, and told Ron to check up on Hermione, and try to convince her to not keep up with her silliness. Ron had an idea.
Some time later he knocked softly on her door.
"Who is it?" She asked in an irritated tone.
"Jim...Jim Morrison."
"I know it's you Ron." She jolted a bit when she heard music coming from outside her room. The door flew open, and in jumped Ron, shirtless, with a tight pair of leather pants on.
"Where'd you get the pants?" She asked. He ignored her as the music swelled, and soon he commenced into an amateurish, yet amusing lip sync and dance session.
Yeah!, Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
Now, I'm gonna love you, Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
I'm gonna love you, Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
I'm gonna love you, Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
Hermione's face was burning by the end, but she was laughing nonetheless.
"You're such a wanker, Ron!"
"Yeah but I'm you're wanker," he replied, jumping into bed with her.
"Was this to cheer me up?"
"Yeah...kind of to tell you that...well...it could be worse...you could make always make a complete arse of yourself like I just did."
"I love you," Hermione replied.
That commenced Hermione's very first time with real intimacy. She couldn't really remember it in detail, expect for the fact that it wasn't very memorable, or pleasant. Ron, bless him, was enthusiastic to say the least, but fumbling. When the moment came when he broke through her virginity, Hermione was filled with pain like she never experienced before. It passed quickly, and the whole act itself was over far too soon. She lied to Ron and said it was wonderful, of course, because that's what you do for people you love, she thought.
He left her room before her parents got home, and Hermione fell asleep, wondering how the rest of the summer would be like.
Here end the Ronald Weasley portion of the comparison.
End of Chapter
I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor.
Love is all, all my soul.
You're my playground love.
Yet my hands are shaking.
I feel my body leaning.
Time's no matter, I'm on fire
On the playground love.
You're the piece of gold,
That flushes all my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You're my playground love.
Anytime, anywhere,
You're my playground love.
"People are Strange" and "Touch Me" are songs by a marvelous group called "The Doors" who are superior to the dreadful, and so-called "Doors of the 21st Century" with that nasty Jim replacement. I disclaim. I also disclaim the lyrics to Air's "Playground Love" The rest of this story will be done on ashwinder . sychophanthex . come due to the content I plan to put in.