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[sixthofseven]

Date: 24th November
Time: Noon
Location: The Phoenix
Characters Involved: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger only
Rating: PG

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[thelastgranger]

She was just dropping home, this was her home and she really wanted to see the place. That was all. For all anyone knew it could be something she did all the time

[sixthofseven]

A couple of strange noises in the hall and Ron stopped eating to look up. His wand was sticking (more like half-falling) out of his pocket and he was about to put down his fork and point it at the doorway when the doorway was suddenly filled by -

"Hermione!" he said, or would have done had his mouth not been full. Really it sounded more like "'er-oh-nee!" and it was a good job she didn't look ready to curse him blue because he'd never have managed to get a counter-spell out in time.

In fact, she didn't look ready to do anything. Where was his Welcome Home smile, that he should have had the moment he walked through the door, instead of all the yelling and name-calling and returned-from-the-dead brothers? Oh, wait. What was it Ginny had said... he'd asked for it?

He still didn't really understand that, but he wasn't about to just ask so instead he chewed and swallowed and tipped his chin up in silent greeting

[thelastgranger]

He was staring. Why was he staring?

And then he was blushing. But... Ron always blushed, well he did quite often anyway, at least that hadn't changed. There was only a small amount of time you could fiddle with tea and cups until all that was left was waiting for the water to boil.

"Happy to be home?" Hermione asked, pushing her hair out of her eyes, forcing her eyes to remain on the stove top. It was already awkward enough; the edition of her blushing over his half nakedness wasn't going to be a very nice edition.

So instead she crossed her arms and looked anywhere but him. Hugging him would be even more awkward, even if it was something she really did want to do. So she stood, looking like a complete lunatic pyromaniac, not letting her eyes stray from the flame.

Words. Talking. Something... ANYTHING!

"Er, so, seen Harry around?" Hermione asked, her eyes flickering up to meet his, in hope of looking like less of a complete mental case. "Haven't seen Harry or Draco in a while. I've been busy."

Bugger.So much for the ‘I’m here

[sixthofseven]

Ron shrugged, continuing to pay attention to his food, rather than the girl hovering by the kettle. "Of course I'm glad," he said. "Why wouldn't I be? It's home isn't it?"

Even without any of my housemates apparently being here, and of course the welcome home was brilliant. Ron frowned and the lines deepended as Hermione seemed to read his mind. "Nope, haven't seen either of them, really, since I got back." He completely missed the significance of Hermione's having been busy and yet still find time to make him cups of tea - that just seemed natural to him. Instead he just commented neutrally, "Ah. Not in the house much any more then, any of you