These Things Just Can't Be Replaced - one shot/flashfic
These Things Just Can't Be Replaced
Pairing: RonxHermione (Harry Potter)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property, not for profit.
Summary: A short flashfic about Ron and Hermione preparing to move in together.
"Good Lord Ron, we most certainly are not bringing that with us!" Hermione gestured towards Ron's bed, where he stood holding the corner of his very worn and ratty Chudley Canon's quilt.
Ron looked utterly devastated. “But...but, it’s my favourite blanket! I can’t leave it here!” He clutched an armful of once vibrant orange blanket and sheet to his chest. “It has to come.”
Shaking her head sadly Hermione quickly debated her options. Option one - hold her ground (and rightfully so, she thought) and say in no uncertain terms that it would not come with them. Option two - pretend to give in and then make sure it gets lost during the move...it could happen. Option three - tell him he could bring it, but it would never make an appearance on their bed.
“Hermione!” Ron whinged, “Please, love...” He could see that this tactic was getting him nowhere, Ron changed his attack, go for the logic. “Why do you hate it so much?”
“Ha!” She outright laughed. “Oh let me count the ways!” Hermione held up a finger, “It’s more than a decade and a half old.” Another finger went up, “I can see where Scabbers ate through places. Oh, and Peter Pettigrew slept on those sheets.” Ron looked quite mortified, but Hermione kept going, adding another finger to the rest, “And Ronald, it clashes horribly with your hair!”
Ron was desperate now, anything to keep his precious Chudley Canon’s bed set. “But...I...what if I keep it in the shed?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Fine Ron. We’ll still need to shop for a new one, add that to the list for tomorrow.”
Ron groaned. He had never realized that moving in with one’s girlfriend (soon to be fiancée if he had any say, which he certainly hoped he did) would be such a bloody battle. First she said he couldn’t bring his 200 chocolate frog cards; those took forever to collect, who knows what will happen to them if he left them at the Burrow. Then, it was no to the old runners that he loved so much. So what if they were like five years old and if the sole was coming undone in several spots, if he wanted he could fix them, but he liked them that way. And now, his blanket! It had been there for his entire living memory; you just can’t replace that kind of thing! Plus he just knew the Canon’s would make it this year.
If today had been a battle, then imagine tomorrow. Hermione wanted a new sofa, coffee table, maybe a kitchen table (how many tables did one house really need?!) and now bed sheets. If she thought they’d get pink bed stuff she had another thing coming!
Ron fondly caressed his bedspread before replacing it on the bed, squished in the corner exactly how he liked it. Hermione rolled her eyes, but it was alright though because Ron still loved her.
Pairing: RonxHermione (Harry Potter)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property, not for profit.
Summary: A short flashfic about Ron and Hermione preparing to move in together.
"Good Lord Ron, we most certainly are not bringing that with us!" Hermione gestured towards Ron's bed, where he stood holding the corner of his very worn and ratty Chudley Canon's quilt.
Ron looked utterly devastated. “But...but, it’s my favourite blanket! I can’t leave it here!” He clutched an armful of once vibrant orange blanket and sheet to his chest. “It has to come.”
Shaking her head sadly Hermione quickly debated her options. Option one - hold her ground (and rightfully so, she thought) and say in no uncertain terms that it would not come with them. Option two - pretend to give in and then make sure it gets lost during the move...it could happen. Option three - tell him he could bring it, but it would never make an appearance on their bed.
“Hermione!” Ron whinged, “Please, love...” He could see that this tactic was getting him nowhere, Ron changed his attack, go for the logic. “Why do you hate it so much?”
“Ha!” She outright laughed. “Oh let me count the ways!” Hermione held up a finger, “It’s more than a decade and a half old.” Another finger went up, “I can see where Scabbers ate through places. Oh, and Peter Pettigrew slept on those sheets.” Ron looked quite mortified, but Hermione kept going, adding another finger to the rest, “And Ronald, it clashes horribly with your hair!”
Ron was desperate now, anything to keep his precious Chudley Canon’s bed set. “But...I...what if I keep it in the shed?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Fine Ron. We’ll still need to shop for a new one, add that to the list for tomorrow.”
Ron groaned. He had never realized that moving in with one’s girlfriend (soon to be fiancée if he had any say, which he certainly hoped he did) would be such a bloody battle. First she said he couldn’t bring his 200 chocolate frog cards; those took forever to collect, who knows what will happen to them if he left them at the Burrow. Then, it was no to the old runners that he loved so much. So what if they were like five years old and if the sole was coming undone in several spots, if he wanted he could fix them, but he liked them that way. And now, his blanket! It had been there for his entire living memory; you just can’t replace that kind of thing! Plus he just knew the Canon’s would make it this year.
If today had been a battle, then imagine tomorrow. Hermione wanted a new sofa, coffee table, maybe a kitchen table (how many tables did one house really need?!) and now bed sheets. If she thought they’d get pink bed stuff she had another thing coming!
Ron fondly caressed his bedspread before replacing it on the bed, squished in the corner exactly how he liked it. Hermione rolled her eyes, but it was alright though because Ron still loved her.