A Request for Romantic Ron.
WillowWand, my beta extraordinaire, and the city of Tempe’s nicest resident requested the following:
”I want to read something romantic. R/Hr from *HER* POV. Ron trying to be romantic, and when I say romantic I don't mean sex. I want to see him trying to do something genuinely loving because he wants to make her happy. (Notice I only said 'trying')”
~o~
I wasn’t exactly embarrassed at the situation, but it was a bit uncomfortable. Gran was talking and her accent and slang was so thick that even I, her own flesh and blood, couldn’t make out half the stuff. Ron had no chance whatsoever
“And I said ‘moind me clin flower.’”
That was something about a clean floor that needed minding. Yes, I got that. Eventually. I just hoped she didn't start telling embarrasing stories about me.
Slow down Gran. Stop talking so fast.
Ron who was sitting on the other side of the table had some note cards in his hands. He was studying them. After a little while he put them together and stood up.
“Well I’m going to start cooking,” as he walked into the kitchen.
Gran and I continued our game of Chinese Checkers.
I wondered what Ron was planning on cooking. He had told me earlier this week that he was going to cook a meal from scratch for us. When I told him that I was staying with my parents this weekend, he said he would cook it here. Initially I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect.
Well it’s not as if he’s horrible in the kitchen.
After a few games we put away the checkers and were looking at a family photo album when there was a crash and Ron swore. I got up to go investigate but gran put a hand on forearm and told me to sit down.
Ron was cooking up a storm in there that’s for sure. I bit my lip and sat back down. He was really trying to impress me.
Well maybe impress wasn’t the right word. It wasn’t as if my love for him could grow any more.
“Do you remember when you were a wee gal, you really liked the kaliye?”
Hmm…what’s that again? Oh right, sherbet.
“I still do. Orange especially.”
Ron walked out of the kitchen, a line of perspiration on his forehead. Both lady Grangers looked up at him as he wiped his hands on his apron.
He looks so adorable with that thing on.
“So is everything alright out here? Mrs. Granger are you thirsty? Can I get you anything?”
Ron the ever attentive host.
“I’m fine, just fine.” Granny Granger waved Ron off. “Do you need any help in there?” she asked him.
Ron’s eyes darted quickly to me and for a moment he looked nervous before he clasped his hands together in a sign of confidence.
“No I think everything is going just fine.”
“What are you cooking?” I asked.
“Can’t say. It’s a surprise.”
Granny cooed and looked at me.
“Say Hermione, why don’t you show her some snaps from school?”
“Oh I would love to see those?” said Granny who obviously knew how to speak without slang.
It was a good twenty minutes later and Ron hadn’t returned from the kitchen when I decided I had to see what he was happening. So I got up and quietly tiptoed and peeked my head around the corner. I didn’t expect to see what I saw.
Ron was squatting on his toes in front of the oven, his palms on his temples and he was being perfectly still. From the look of the dishes in the sink, things were not going well.
He didn’t notice me so I stepped back out of sight.
Granny read my expression right away and frowned. She had been cheering for Ron too in his culinary battle.
At this point I wasn’t sure of what to do. Ron had worked very hard to get to this point. I know he had researched recipes and had practiced at home and even had my mother teach him how to use a Muggle stove. He wanted to show me that he was willing to try new things. Break out of his comfort zone and embrace my uh…Muggle-ish-ness.
That is definitely not a word.
I was still standing there when I heard Ron stand up and call out my name.
“Hermione? Can you come here for a second?”
I tried my best to throw my voice to make it sound like I was still at the table. “Sure, I’m coming.” Then I waited a moment before entering the kitchen.
Ron was leaning against the stove a blank look on his face.
“Well, that’s it Hermione. I kinda fucked up.”
“Ron! Don’t say that. What’s the matter?”
“For starters, the chicken isn’t cooking properly. It’s burnt actually. The pasta didn’t boil properly or something, so that’s off too. And I didn’t buy the right kind of vegetables, so even that…” Ron stopped and turned away embarrassment etched on his face.
I bent over and opened the oven.
“Don’t bother. It can’t be saved.”
I shut the oven and walked over to him.
“Ron, don’t feel bad. This was quite ambitious of you.”
“And I completely messed it up. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“I appreciate the effort,” I said as I touched him on the shoulder.
He looked at me with sad eyes. “It’s so embarrassing. Your gran is going to think I’m such an idiot.”
“No she won’t.”
“Yes she will.”
“No she won’t!” I barked at Ron. “Now stop it. She is a bit brighter than that. Oh sure she talks funny and has that nasal sounding voice that even bothers me, but she isn’t going to dismiss you just because you weren’t perfect this time.”
Ron didn’t reply but looked at his feet instead.
“And neither will I. Ron look at me.”
Ron met my gaze.
“This was a very sweet and romantic thing that you did today.”
“But I didn’t…”
“Hush! Now, you can either cry and beat yourself about it, or you can help me prepare dinner.”
“What?”
I walked past him and toward the sink. There were a lot of dirty dishes in here that needed cleaning. That was the first thing that needed to be done.
“But what about your…”
“Oh, she’ll be fine,” I replied. “I’ll just get some cider and put in front of the telly. Better yet, I’ll get her sister on the phone and she’ll forget we are even here.”
Ron watched for a moment as I rolled up my sleeves and started washing dishes.
“Why don’t you just use your wand?”
I turned and threw some soapy water at him.
“Because you’re going Muggle tonight remember?”
I could feel Ron’s smile as he embraced me from behind.
“Thanks Hermione.”
I kissed his wrist as his arm hung around my neck.
“Afterwards I’ll teach you how Muggles…” I whispered.
“Pardon me?” asked Ron leaning over.
I motioned him over and whispered something in his ear.
Ron reddened immediately and he looked over his shoulder.
“Hermione! She could’ve heard you!”
I giggled as I turned back toward the sink.
The End.
”I want to read something romantic. R/Hr from *HER* POV. Ron trying to be romantic, and when I say romantic I don't mean sex. I want to see him trying to do something genuinely loving because he wants to make her happy. (Notice I only said 'trying')”
~o~
I wasn’t exactly embarrassed at the situation, but it was a bit uncomfortable. Gran was talking and her accent and slang was so thick that even I, her own flesh and blood, couldn’t make out half the stuff. Ron had no chance whatsoever
“And I said ‘moind me clin flower.’”
That was something about a clean floor that needed minding. Yes, I got that. Eventually. I just hoped she didn't start telling embarrasing stories about me.
Slow down Gran. Stop talking so fast.
Ron who was sitting on the other side of the table had some note cards in his hands. He was studying them. After a little while he put them together and stood up.
“Well I’m going to start cooking,” as he walked into the kitchen.
Gran and I continued our game of Chinese Checkers.
I wondered what Ron was planning on cooking. He had told me earlier this week that he was going to cook a meal from scratch for us. When I told him that I was staying with my parents this weekend, he said he would cook it here. Initially I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect.
Well it’s not as if he’s horrible in the kitchen.
After a few games we put away the checkers and were looking at a family photo album when there was a crash and Ron swore. I got up to go investigate but gran put a hand on forearm and told me to sit down.
Ron was cooking up a storm in there that’s for sure. I bit my lip and sat back down. He was really trying to impress me.
Well maybe impress wasn’t the right word. It wasn’t as if my love for him could grow any more.
“Do you remember when you were a wee gal, you really liked the kaliye?”
Hmm…what’s that again? Oh right, sherbet.
“I still do. Orange especially.”
Ron walked out of the kitchen, a line of perspiration on his forehead. Both lady Grangers looked up at him as he wiped his hands on his apron.
He looks so adorable with that thing on.
“So is everything alright out here? Mrs. Granger are you thirsty? Can I get you anything?”
Ron the ever attentive host.
“I’m fine, just fine.” Granny Granger waved Ron off. “Do you need any help in there?” she asked him.
Ron’s eyes darted quickly to me and for a moment he looked nervous before he clasped his hands together in a sign of confidence.
“No I think everything is going just fine.”
“What are you cooking?” I asked.
“Can’t say. It’s a surprise.”
Granny cooed and looked at me.
“Say Hermione, why don’t you show her some snaps from school?”
“Oh I would love to see those?” said Granny who obviously knew how to speak without slang.
It was a good twenty minutes later and Ron hadn’t returned from the kitchen when I decided I had to see what he was happening. So I got up and quietly tiptoed and peeked my head around the corner. I didn’t expect to see what I saw.
Ron was squatting on his toes in front of the oven, his palms on his temples and he was being perfectly still. From the look of the dishes in the sink, things were not going well.
He didn’t notice me so I stepped back out of sight.
Granny read my expression right away and frowned. She had been cheering for Ron too in his culinary battle.
At this point I wasn’t sure of what to do. Ron had worked very hard to get to this point. I know he had researched recipes and had practiced at home and even had my mother teach him how to use a Muggle stove. He wanted to show me that he was willing to try new things. Break out of his comfort zone and embrace my uh…Muggle-ish-ness.
That is definitely not a word.
I was still standing there when I heard Ron stand up and call out my name.
“Hermione? Can you come here for a second?”
I tried my best to throw my voice to make it sound like I was still at the table. “Sure, I’m coming.” Then I waited a moment before entering the kitchen.
Ron was leaning against the stove a blank look on his face.
“Well, that’s it Hermione. I kinda fucked up.”
“Ron! Don’t say that. What’s the matter?”
“For starters, the chicken isn’t cooking properly. It’s burnt actually. The pasta didn’t boil properly or something, so that’s off too. And I didn’t buy the right kind of vegetables, so even that…” Ron stopped and turned away embarrassment etched on his face.
I bent over and opened the oven.
“Don’t bother. It can’t be saved.”
I shut the oven and walked over to him.
“Ron, don’t feel bad. This was quite ambitious of you.”
“And I completely messed it up. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“I appreciate the effort,” I said as I touched him on the shoulder.
He looked at me with sad eyes. “It’s so embarrassing. Your gran is going to think I’m such an idiot.”
“No she won’t.”
“Yes she will.”
“No she won’t!” I barked at Ron. “Now stop it. She is a bit brighter than that. Oh sure she talks funny and has that nasal sounding voice that even bothers me, but she isn’t going to dismiss you just because you weren’t perfect this time.”
Ron didn’t reply but looked at his feet instead.
“And neither will I. Ron look at me.”
Ron met my gaze.
“This was a very sweet and romantic thing that you did today.”
“But I didn’t…”
“Hush! Now, you can either cry and beat yourself about it, or you can help me prepare dinner.”
“What?”
I walked past him and toward the sink. There were a lot of dirty dishes in here that needed cleaning. That was the first thing that needed to be done.
“But what about your…”
“Oh, she’ll be fine,” I replied. “I’ll just get some cider and put in front of the telly. Better yet, I’ll get her sister on the phone and she’ll forget we are even here.”
Ron watched for a moment as I rolled up my sleeves and started washing dishes.
“Why don’t you just use your wand?”
I turned and threw some soapy water at him.
“Because you’re going Muggle tonight remember?”
I could feel Ron’s smile as he embraced me from behind.
“Thanks Hermione.”
I kissed his wrist as his arm hung around my neck.
“Afterwards I’ll teach you how Muggles…” I whispered.
“Pardon me?” asked Ron leaning over.
I motioned him over and whispered something in his ear.
Ron reddened immediately and he looked over his shoulder.
“Hermione! She could’ve heard you!”
I giggled as I turned back toward the sink.
The End.