I was just wondering who people would like Hermione's love interest to be in lieu of Ron. I have toyed with the idea of having a kind of, 'Hermione and Evangeline love the same person,' but I think that in any universe when Hermione loves Ron, it should always be that Ron chooses her.
So, any thoughts? Viktor Krum maybe? He was quite lovely in the Goblet of Fire book. Or Harry maybe? And we can find someone else for Ginny?
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Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London
Life at Grimmauld Place was drastically different from that of life at the Burrow. The whole house smelled like damp, dust, and rot, and it gave the feel that its previous residents were utterly unpleasant people. The peeling wallpaper, threadbare carpets and gloomy corridors meant that the whole place wasn't particularly homey.
Another downside was the incredibly thin walls, and the fact that Hermione and Evangeline's room was right beside Ron's, and his snoring could be heard throughout the night.
It wasn't all bad though, Evangeline found that she got on rather well with Tonks, who seemed to share a sense of humor with her, and Sirius, whom she'd got on with ever since she, Harry and Hermione had helped him escape from the Dementors.
Evangeline slid into Fred and George's room one morning while the two were busy scribbling on a piece of parchment.
"What are you two up to?" Evangeline asked; eyebrow arched.
"Now that, Evey, would be telling." Fred said, tapping his nose with the tip of his quill.
"What're you doing in here anyway?" George asked.
"I'm just bored." She yawned, walking forward and collapsing on her belly on one of the beds, disturbing a few pieces of paper as she did so.
"No kidding." George said, scowling as he picked up the pieces of paper. "Clumsy cow." He complained, slapping her behind sharply.
"Piss off you." She reached out to swat his leg but he skillfully dodged, sending her a grin while she frowned.
"Seriously, what are you doing? I'm not going to tell on you." She said, with a roll of her eyes. The twins didn't answer, they just continued writing on the parchment. Evangeline grinned. "Is it Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" The two looked up at her, and Fred sighed.
"If we tell you, will you stop bloody bugging us?"
"Yes." She smiled, eyebrows high, resting her elbows on the bed and her head in her hands.
"We're developing a new range of products, specifically designed for school. Puking Pastilles, Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge..." George explained.
"Nosebleed Nougat." Fred continued. "We just need a name for it." He said, running a hand through his hair.
Evangeline swung her legs behind her and thought for a moment.
"What about the 'Skiving Snackbox?'" She suggested. The twins looked at her with delighted expressions.
"Bloody genius you are."
"Truly brilliant."
"A triumph."
"I was a clumsy cow a minute ago..."
The two laughed, and there was a slight quiet while they continued to scribble.
"This stuff is really clever you know. You could've done so well in your OWL's." She commented.
"Yes well, our ambitions are far bigger than the world of academia." George grinned at his brother.
...
"Attacked by Dementors?" Hermione exclaimed.
"In Little Whinging?" Ron said incredulously, setting down his fork. Molly nodded solemnly, having told them over dinner.
"How does something like that even happen? Dementors don't just wander away from Azkaban." Evangeline said; her eyebrows knitted together worriedly.
"Right now Evangeline, we don't quite know how. All we know is that Harry will be going to a trial next week for using a Patronus charm in front of his cousin." Mr Weasley said darkly from across the table. Ron, Evangeline and Hermione shot each other indignant looks.
"But he was just protec-" Hermione began.
"We know dear. But there's nothing we can do." Mrs Weasley said earnestly. "You know what Fudge is like these days."
"This is a bloody set up to make Harry look worse in the Prophet. I'm telling you." Evangeline said, firing up as she tended to do.
"Come on Evangeline, you c-" Hermione began.
"Yes I can!" Evangeline's fists clenched, "you know they have this bloody pathetic vendetta against him!" She spat. She didn't know why she suddenly felt frustrated, it was like this was just another thing to wind her up, to push her buttons on top of everything else that had happened over the past year.
"You need to calm down dear." Molly said, empathizing with her entirely.
Evangeline pursed her lips and nodded, before deciding she needed to stand and leave, taking her aggression out on the wooden stairs that she stamped up, and making her way to the empty room on the top floor, filled with unsalvageable furniture. She shut the door hard, and took out her wand, letting out her frustration by firing spells around to bash into the walls and knock over tables. It was therapeutic, and she'd always been skilled at non-verbal magic, it just came naturally to her.
"Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck fuck, shit." She kicked an old chair, and breathed in deeply. Swearing was therapeutic too.
"Er... Evangeline..." The door creaked open slowly, and a slightly fearful looking Ron's head poked round. Evangeline straightened her t-shirt and let out breath before turning to him, her face slightly sullen. "Are you alright?" He asked tentatively, stepping into the room entirely.
Evangeline let out a slight laugh.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. "Sorry just... Y'know..." She shrugged. Ron knew exactly what she meant through her vagueness.
"Yeah..." He offered her a slight comforting smile, and Evangeline couldn't help but smile back. He always seemed to have a calming influence on her.
"Hug me Ron, I'm in need of serious hugs." She commanded, smiling a tired smile and holding out her arms. Ron did so, pulling her into a tight embrace while she held him round the waist. It wasn't uncommon for the two to hug, but Ron could never help the way it made him flush, and the fact that his heart drummed harder than usual. Evangeline so enjoyed hugging him, even though it always gave her the urge to just lean up and kiss him. She held him tightly round his solid middle, and allowed her fingers to enjoy the texture of his jumper. He rested his chin on the top of her head, and breathed in slowly.
Her hair smelled like honey. His jumper smelled like the Burrow.
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Evangeline tossed and turned in bed that night, her legs twisting in the sheets and her hair becoming more and more tousled. Harry would be arriving tomorrow, and she felt a knot in her stomach every time she thought about his trial and the Dementor attack... Ron's bloody snoring wasn't helping either. She did manage to sleep eventually, however uncomfortably, and slept through to the morning.
After rolling out of bed the next morning, she got herself ready lazily; Hermione was already up and downstairs as always. She opened the heavy curtains, and coughed at the dust that blew into her face at the moment, but it was nice to get some sun in. However little there was.
With a tired yawn and a cough, she left the bedroom and made her way down to the kitchen, where she was happy that the smell of bacon that reached her nose when she opened the door.
"Morning sunshine." Fred and George said happily, noting her messy hair and grey hoodie hanging off one shoulder. She waved her hand in response, too tired to speak. She plonked herself down at the table beside Ron, and poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Bacon sandwich, love?" Arthur asked, from the other end of the table.
"Yes please Arthur." She smiled tiredly, and he waved his wand so that the teacake began to butter itself.
Ron knew that Evangeline probably didn't think she looked her best in her jeans, faded Chudley Canons t-shirt and hoodie, with her curls askew and her makeup unapplied, but he'd always thought she looked pretty good in the morning. He'd never tell her, though.
She took a large bite out of her sandwich, and savored it heartily.
"Did you not sleep?" He asked her, "I slept fine last night." He said brightly.
Evangeline looked at him with deadly eyes.
"'Wus your bloo'y faul' I coul'nt slee'." She said through a mouthful of bacon sandwich. He frowned at her in confusion.
"What?"
Evangeline swallowed her mouthful with some pumpkin juice.
"It was your bloody fault I couldn't sleep!" She repeated more clearly.
"How was it my fault?" He said indignantly.
"Bloody snoring! I thought someone was trying to choke you!" She said irately. The table laughed.
"You do snore mate," Fred said, "quite badly."
"Quite badly he says..." Evangeline sighed, and continued with her sandwich. Sirius walked into the room a moment later, and sent the group a quick smile.
"Molly, Arthur, are you ready for the Order meeting?" He asked, and they nodded. "Lovely look Evey, reminds me of a certain cousin of mine." He said with a mischievous glint in his eye, and having to narrowly avoid the slipper that went flying for his head.
...
"Ron! Make your bloody bed! Harry'll be here any minute." Evangeline scolded, sounding scarily like Molly for a moment. Ron did as he was told with a slight laugh at her, and she left to go into her's and Hermione's room. Hermione was pacing again.
"Think he'll like this place as a summer home?" Evangeline commented dryly, picking a piece of peeling paint from the doorframe. Hermione scoffed and sat on her bed. "Have you noticed that Grimmauld Place sounds like Grim Old Place?" She said, sitting herself on the bed. "Just interesting."
Ron walked into the room.
"My bed's all made. Happy?" He said to Evangeline.
"Yes." She grinned, and he sat on her bed beside her. "This jumper barely fits your arms anymore." She commented, examining the green stripes that stretched round his bicep. "Trying out for the Quidditch team this year?"
Ron felt his chest puff at the compliment somewhat, and had to fight off a satisfied grin.
"Yeah, I don't know why you don't either, I've never seen anyone as good on a broom as quick as you were."
"Because the team has an awesome Chaser, two terrific beaters, and one of the best Seeker's Hogwarts has ever seen." She said, "I'm too clumsy to be a Keeper anyway... I'll try out next year when Angelina graduates." She explained.
"You could easy make Keeper if you wanted." Ron said.
"Yeah, so could you." She smiled, looking at him earnestly. Ron smiled back at her for a moment, until they were interrupted by:
"Harry!"