There's something about Sunday Mornings
JK's characters, settings, and all of that stuff.
Paddy claims the plot.
It was a Sunday morning, so Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were free to sleep in. When they all were awake, around noon, there were only 1st and 2nd years inhabiting the common room. Hogsmeade Trip.
Ron spent a good twenty minutes of his morning staring at the same piece of ceiling, thinking. No more fooling around in History of Magic. No more making demented Divination homework. No more playing chess for pleasure. Life without Harry would be really dull. 'On the bright side,' Ron tried to think. 'No more getting shunted off to the side when people question Harry.' 'But still, no Harry.' Another voice butted in.
Hermione had got dressed strait away when she got up, and took a seat away from everyone else in the common room. She waited around fifteen minutes when Ron and Ginny sat down next to her, coming from opposite sides of the room.
It was an awkward and tense moment. Each of them wanted to say something to each other about the last night—but each time someone opened their mouth to speak, nothing seemed to come out. They basically sat there, avoiding eye contact, staring at the floor.
"Talk, will you?" Hermione demanded.
"Well, I'm sorry," Ron said sarcastically, focusing hard on the same piece of carpet. Ginny's lips were tight together, and she didn't say anything back to Hermione.
"Oh, come on, Ron; Ginny. We can't just go on being glum like this forever," She attempted.
This didn't help much. "Newsflash, Hermione! Our best friend is dead," Ron said, glancing at her. The few first years near them stared. Ron just glared at them, and they went back to their work.
"You have a certain grasp for the obvious, Ron," Hermione snapped. "But we can't just mourn for him forever! We have to go on sometime!" Hermione's eyes started to water.
"Hermione, we all aren't ready to go on, you've realized that, I hope. We just found out that he—you know—last night."
"So...?"
"Hermione! That isn't enough time for one person to get adjusted to that sort of thing!"
"It may not be for you-."
"Oh, sure. I'm positive you're taking this all fine and dandy, right?"
"Well..."
At this, Ginny looked up at Hermione. "Be sensible, 'Mione," she said very quietly.
Hermione took a second of consideration of this. "Fine," She said stiffly. The first years near them had all eyebrows raised, eavesdropping intently.
"Mind your own business, will you?" Hermione snapped at them, pointing at her 'Head Girl' badge. In fear of detention, they scurried off to the other end of the common room.
"Come on," Ginny said, still in the quiet voice that was much unlike her own. "Let's go in Ron's dormitory. We won't be eavesdropped in there."
They managed to continue up there without complaint from Ron.
"And..." Ron said, looking plainly at Hermione.
"And what?" She chuckled.
"Hermione!" He said. "Can I ask you a question?"
Hermione looked at him awkwardly. "And what would that be?"
"How do you feel about –you know—what happened to Harry?"
Ginny smiled. This was going to be good.
"And if I refuse?"
"We all won't live a good life," He said simply.
"And this will help us...?"
"Get over this problem within a month." Ginny butted in.
The room was quiet for a moment, and then Ron kicked his bedpost, hard.
"And what was that for?" Hermione said very quickly.
"Take a guess, Hermione, one simple little GUESS!" He kicked the post again. The bed rattled.
Hermione gave up the 'pretend nothing really happened' plan, and went to plan B. Which didn't seem to work out so well with Ron, either. "Ron," she moaned, walking towards him. "We haven't been taking this whole ordeal so perfect ourselves." Hermione was talking about herself and Ginny. "And we understand that you aren't taking it well, also. But at least try to work with us and live through the rest of your life happy." She expected Ginny to follow along, but Hermione's wording didn't suit her.
"What do you mean, 'we?'" Ginny demanded, teary eyed, and she ran back to her own dormitory.
"Right now I'm not willing to live the rest of my pitiful life happy," Ron said, sitting on his bed. "Or maybe you haven't noticed, Hermione. Our best friend—is dead. He's gone." Ron's eyes were widening and getting a little bit wetter with each sentence. "Harry's not coming back, Hermione. Not tonight, not when we wake up tomorrow. Don't you understand this? We're not going to see his live face again, smiling, and happy. We're not going to have life's best adventures with him. We're never going to—congratulate Harry on defeating You-Know-Who. We're never going to graduate Hogwarts with him. Our best friend, never got to graduate from a proper school. He never got to have, one of the entirely real summers that we enjoy. He never had a real family, Hermione!" At the end of this, Ron flopped onto his bed moodily.
Hermione didn't dare interrupt Ron during his little 'speech.' She looked like she was going to cry, though. "Oh Ron, get up," she moaned at him again.
"Only if you stop playing as the counselor," Ron said and turned his back on her.
"You know very well I was just acting," her voice was getting more quivery. Ron ignored her. "Ronnn," she whined.
After a minutes of persuasion, Ron was sitting up on the side of his bed next to Hermione. "Well?"
Hermione was trying her best not to cry again. "I know we won't see Harry again, and I know we'll never talk to him again, OK?" A tear ran down her face. "Ron look at me!"
He turned his face, which revealed a sad, freckled face with watery eyes. As quickly as he showed Hermione his face, he turned it back around.
"We can't just live the rest of our life mourning over Harry, Ron. Not for the rest of our life we'll be miserable," she predicted. More tears fell off her eyelids. "But for now—it's the perfect plan."
Hermione could hear Ron crying, but didn't dare make him look at her again. She had never see Ron cry.
It would have been the opposite of perfect if one of Ron's dorm mates walked in on them at the moment. It was a pretty sad sight. Ron, facing a wall, crying in spite of his best friend; and Hermione, sitting right next to him, tears falling down her face.
Hermione reached out a hand and put it on Ron's warm shoulder. "Ron?" He turned around looking at her in question. "Can you promise me something?"
"What?"
"We lost Harry, but—promise me I won't have to loose you."
Ron smiled slightly. "A' course not."
He put his arms around her, and she brought him closer to her in an embracing hug. The hug lasted a good 12 seconds, but—before either one of them knew what they were doing, Ron's lips were touching Hermione's. They jumped apart, avoiding eye contact.
"See you," Hermione said quietly, and walked out of the room to see where Ginny had gone off to.
You read it—you loved it—now review it!
Ok, that was a hard chapter to write. Gahh. So I understand if you don't like it. No flames, though. No flames.
JK's characters, settings, and all of that stuff.
Paddy claims the plot.
It was a Sunday morning, so Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were free to sleep in. When they all were awake, around noon, there were only 1st and 2nd years inhabiting the common room. Hogsmeade Trip.
Ron spent a good twenty minutes of his morning staring at the same piece of ceiling, thinking. No more fooling around in History of Magic. No more making demented Divination homework. No more playing chess for pleasure. Life without Harry would be really dull. 'On the bright side,' Ron tried to think. 'No more getting shunted off to the side when people question Harry.' 'But still, no Harry.' Another voice butted in.
Hermione had got dressed strait away when she got up, and took a seat away from everyone else in the common room. She waited around fifteen minutes when Ron and Ginny sat down next to her, coming from opposite sides of the room.
It was an awkward and tense moment. Each of them wanted to say something to each other about the last night—but each time someone opened their mouth to speak, nothing seemed to come out. They basically sat there, avoiding eye contact, staring at the floor.
"Talk, will you?" Hermione demanded.
"Well, I'm sorry," Ron said sarcastically, focusing hard on the same piece of carpet. Ginny's lips were tight together, and she didn't say anything back to Hermione.
"Oh, come on, Ron; Ginny. We can't just go on being glum like this forever," She attempted.
This didn't help much. "Newsflash, Hermione! Our best friend is dead," Ron said, glancing at her. The few first years near them stared. Ron just glared at them, and they went back to their work.
"You have a certain grasp for the obvious, Ron," Hermione snapped. "But we can't just mourn for him forever! We have to go on sometime!" Hermione's eyes started to water.
"Hermione, we all aren't ready to go on, you've realized that, I hope. We just found out that he—you know—last night."
"So...?"
"Hermione! That isn't enough time for one person to get adjusted to that sort of thing!"
"It may not be for you-."
"Oh, sure. I'm positive you're taking this all fine and dandy, right?"
"Well..."
At this, Ginny looked up at Hermione. "Be sensible, 'Mione," she said very quietly.
Hermione took a second of consideration of this. "Fine," She said stiffly. The first years near them had all eyebrows raised, eavesdropping intently.
"Mind your own business, will you?" Hermione snapped at them, pointing at her 'Head Girl' badge. In fear of detention, they scurried off to the other end of the common room.
"Come on," Ginny said, still in the quiet voice that was much unlike her own. "Let's go in Ron's dormitory. We won't be eavesdropped in there."
They managed to continue up there without complaint from Ron.
"And..." Ron said, looking plainly at Hermione.
"And what?" She chuckled.
"Hermione!" He said. "Can I ask you a question?"
Hermione looked at him awkwardly. "And what would that be?"
"How do you feel about –you know—what happened to Harry?"
Ginny smiled. This was going to be good.
"And if I refuse?"
"We all won't live a good life," He said simply.
"And this will help us...?"
"Get over this problem within a month." Ginny butted in.
The room was quiet for a moment, and then Ron kicked his bedpost, hard.
"And what was that for?" Hermione said very quickly.
"Take a guess, Hermione, one simple little GUESS!" He kicked the post again. The bed rattled.
Hermione gave up the 'pretend nothing really happened' plan, and went to plan B. Which didn't seem to work out so well with Ron, either. "Ron," she moaned, walking towards him. "We haven't been taking this whole ordeal so perfect ourselves." Hermione was talking about herself and Ginny. "And we understand that you aren't taking it well, also. But at least try to work with us and live through the rest of your life happy." She expected Ginny to follow along, but Hermione's wording didn't suit her.
"What do you mean, 'we?'" Ginny demanded, teary eyed, and she ran back to her own dormitory.
"Right now I'm not willing to live the rest of my pitiful life happy," Ron said, sitting on his bed. "Or maybe you haven't noticed, Hermione. Our best friend—is dead. He's gone." Ron's eyes were widening and getting a little bit wetter with each sentence. "Harry's not coming back, Hermione. Not tonight, not when we wake up tomorrow. Don't you understand this? We're not going to see his live face again, smiling, and happy. We're not going to have life's best adventures with him. We're never going to—congratulate Harry on defeating You-Know-Who. We're never going to graduate Hogwarts with him. Our best friend, never got to graduate from a proper school. He never got to have, one of the entirely real summers that we enjoy. He never had a real family, Hermione!" At the end of this, Ron flopped onto his bed moodily.
Hermione didn't dare interrupt Ron during his little 'speech.' She looked like she was going to cry, though. "Oh Ron, get up," she moaned at him again.
"Only if you stop playing as the counselor," Ron said and turned his back on her.
"You know very well I was just acting," her voice was getting more quivery. Ron ignored her. "Ronnn," she whined.
After a minutes of persuasion, Ron was sitting up on the side of his bed next to Hermione. "Well?"
Hermione was trying her best not to cry again. "I know we won't see Harry again, and I know we'll never talk to him again, OK?" A tear ran down her face. "Ron look at me!"
He turned his face, which revealed a sad, freckled face with watery eyes. As quickly as he showed Hermione his face, he turned it back around.
"We can't just live the rest of our life mourning over Harry, Ron. Not for the rest of our life we'll be miserable," she predicted. More tears fell off her eyelids. "But for now—it's the perfect plan."
Hermione could hear Ron crying, but didn't dare make him look at her again. She had never see Ron cry.
It would have been the opposite of perfect if one of Ron's dorm mates walked in on them at the moment. It was a pretty sad sight. Ron, facing a wall, crying in spite of his best friend; and Hermione, sitting right next to him, tears falling down her face.
Hermione reached out a hand and put it on Ron's warm shoulder. "Ron?" He turned around looking at her in question. "Can you promise me something?"
"What?"
"We lost Harry, but—promise me I won't have to loose you."
Ron smiled slightly. "A' course not."
He put his arms around her, and she brought him closer to her in an embracing hug. The hug lasted a good 12 seconds, but—before either one of them knew what they were doing, Ron's lips were touching Hermione's. They jumped apart, avoiding eye contact.
"See you," Hermione said quietly, and walked out of the room to see where Ginny had gone off to.
You read it—you loved it—now review it!
Ok, that was a hard chapter to write. Gahh. So I understand if you don't like it. No flames, though. No flames.