[030] The First Date...Muggle-Style
Title: The First Date...Muggle-style
Author: cookie_pixie
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Ron/Hermione...or is it Hermione/Ron?
Genre: ...fluffy?
Warnings: none
Word Count: 824
Comments: Where do we note parchment and quill for extra points?
"Your mother lets you wear that outside?"
Hermione stared, horrified at what Ron was wearing.
Ron, for that matter, was horrified at himself. Hermione, as their first Muggle-style date, was taking Ron to a fancy restaurant in downtown London. She had told him to 'wear something nice'.
And so we had one teenage girl. Her hair was clipped back and a few stray curls artfully curved around her face. She wore a pale purple blouse and a black velvet skirt, which matched her sandals and purse. Her make-up was tastefully done: a bit of lipstick and blush, but not enough to make her look flawlessly artificial.
And we also had one teenage boy dressed in dress robes from the 1800s.
"Nice?" Ron squawked. He looked mortified - either because of the robes or, Hermione realized, they didn't have the money to buy 'nice' Muggle clothes. Or possibly they didn't know what 'nice' Muggle clothes looked like.
Hermione sighed. It looked like their date would have to wait.
"Go change into something less..." Hermione's hand flailed helplessly. "Tacky."
"All right, all right," Ron sighed as he went back inside the Burrow. Ten minutes later, he re-emerged in a plain T-shirt, jeans and trainers, eyeing Hermione suspiciously.
"Sorry," he said. "You didn't say if you wanted something nice or - WHOA - "
Hermione grabbed his hand and Side-Along Apparated in an alleyway somewhere with him.
" - a bit of warning would've been nice!"
"We," Hermione said, "are going shopping."
"Wait," Ron said, trying to ignore Hermione's appraising gaze as she examined him from head to toe. "I thought we were going on a Muggle date? This is what Muggles do?"
"Sometimes," Hermione said. She stared at his hair thoughtfully. "When their boyfriends look dressed for this century."
"I'm not quite sure I follow. Or perhaps I just don't want to."
"Come on," Hermione said. She grabbed his hand and smiled brightly at Ron, who was instantly hypnotized into those bright eyes, glossy curls of hair, pearly white teeth...
Ron blinked in a daze as Hermione half-dragged him through the streets. He craned his head around, staring at all the sights. He had been in London before, yes, but not in the heart of the Muggle city, not among them like this, and he spent equal time staring at the people as he did at the sights. Ron didn't notice a few curious glances going his way as his girlfriend led him on - the couple was dressed a little oddly by Muggle standards and the boy did look a little confused - but it could've been worse. Ron could still be in those dress robes.
Hermione paused in front of a store, then pulled open a door and all but pushed Ron inside.
"Wait, where are we?" Ron asked, blinking in the sudden change of scenery.
"This," Hermione said, a little too patiently, "is a clothing store."
"Ah," Ron answered.
He looked around. This wasn't like the Muggle clothing store Fred and George occasionally brought him to, where they had racks and racks of old clothes that they bought with the small amount of Muggle money they could manage. No, this one didn't have funny smells or worn out clothing. The shirts were completely crease-free and looked uncomfortable, without any printed pictures or patterns. The pants reminded him of the nicer dress robes some of the other boys wore at Hogwarts. There were oblong...things hanging on a rack nearby. It was bright and clean and a sales wizard - no, sales clerk as Hermione had scolded him once - walked up to them.
"Welcome," he said to Hermione, casting only the briefest glance at the bewildered Ron. "What can I do for you?"
"I'd like to get a fitted shirt and pants for my friend here," Hermione answered with a sweet smile. She looked at Ron again. "A jacket would be good too."
"If you'll come with me," the clerk said, "we'll try a few things on your...friend."
"Let's go," Hermione said to Ron. She frowned as he continued to gawk around the store. "Stop that," she hissed. "You're acting stupid."
"But I've never been in a nice Muggle store - "
"What did I say about acting like a Muggle?"
" - a nice store - "
Hermione rolled her eyes and guided him to a private room, where she and the sales wizard clerk proceeded to whip off his old shirt (much to Ron's embarrassment) and have him try on a number of different shirts, all in different colours and styles, but all equally uncomfortable.
Ron stared in the mirror. Staring back was a confused nineteen-year-old boy, with red hair that was a bit long (according to his mother). He was wearing a pale blue shirt that pulled strangely across his body, but the clerk commented that it brought out the colour of his eyes.
"This," Ron muttered to Hermione, "is the worst first Muggle date ever."
Hermione glared at him, then smiled at the clerk.
"I liked it better when it was pink," she said. "Let's try that one on him."
Author: cookie_pixie
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Ron/Hermione...or is it Hermione/Ron?
Genre: ...fluffy?
Warnings: none
Word Count: 824
Comments: Where do we note parchment and quill for extra points?
"Your mother lets you wear that outside?"
Hermione stared, horrified at what Ron was wearing.
Ron, for that matter, was horrified at himself. Hermione, as their first Muggle-style date, was taking Ron to a fancy restaurant in downtown London. She had told him to 'wear something nice'.
And so we had one teenage girl. Her hair was clipped back and a few stray curls artfully curved around her face. She wore a pale purple blouse and a black velvet skirt, which matched her sandals and purse. Her make-up was tastefully done: a bit of lipstick and blush, but not enough to make her look flawlessly artificial.
And we also had one teenage boy dressed in dress robes from the 1800s.
"Nice?" Ron squawked. He looked mortified - either because of the robes or, Hermione realized, they didn't have the money to buy 'nice' Muggle clothes. Or possibly they didn't know what 'nice' Muggle clothes looked like.
Hermione sighed. It looked like their date would have to wait.
"Go change into something less..." Hermione's hand flailed helplessly. "Tacky."
"All right, all right," Ron sighed as he went back inside the Burrow. Ten minutes later, he re-emerged in a plain T-shirt, jeans and trainers, eyeing Hermione suspiciously.
"Sorry," he said. "You didn't say if you wanted something nice or - WHOA - "
Hermione grabbed his hand and Side-Along Apparated in an alleyway somewhere with him.
" - a bit of warning would've been nice!"
"We," Hermione said, "are going shopping."
"Wait," Ron said, trying to ignore Hermione's appraising gaze as she examined him from head to toe. "I thought we were going on a Muggle date? This is what Muggles do?"
"Sometimes," Hermione said. She stared at his hair thoughtfully. "When their boyfriends look dressed for this century."
"I'm not quite sure I follow. Or perhaps I just don't want to."
"Come on," Hermione said. She grabbed his hand and smiled brightly at Ron, who was instantly hypnotized into those bright eyes, glossy curls of hair, pearly white teeth...
Ron blinked in a daze as Hermione half-dragged him through the streets. He craned his head around, staring at all the sights. He had been in London before, yes, but not in the heart of the Muggle city, not among them like this, and he spent equal time staring at the people as he did at the sights. Ron didn't notice a few curious glances going his way as his girlfriend led him on - the couple was dressed a little oddly by Muggle standards and the boy did look a little confused - but it could've been worse. Ron could still be in those dress robes.
Hermione paused in front of a store, then pulled open a door and all but pushed Ron inside.
"Wait, where are we?" Ron asked, blinking in the sudden change of scenery.
"This," Hermione said, a little too patiently, "is a clothing store."
"Ah," Ron answered.
He looked around. This wasn't like the Muggle clothing store Fred and George occasionally brought him to, where they had racks and racks of old clothes that they bought with the small amount of Muggle money they could manage. No, this one didn't have funny smells or worn out clothing. The shirts were completely crease-free and looked uncomfortable, without any printed pictures or patterns. The pants reminded him of the nicer dress robes some of the other boys wore at Hogwarts. There were oblong...things hanging on a rack nearby. It was bright and clean and a sales wizard - no, sales clerk as Hermione had scolded him once - walked up to them.
"Welcome," he said to Hermione, casting only the briefest glance at the bewildered Ron. "What can I do for you?"
"I'd like to get a fitted shirt and pants for my friend here," Hermione answered with a sweet smile. She looked at Ron again. "A jacket would be good too."
"If you'll come with me," the clerk said, "we'll try a few things on your...friend."
"Let's go," Hermione said to Ron. She frowned as he continued to gawk around the store. "Stop that," she hissed. "You're acting stupid."
"But I've never been in a nice Muggle store - "
"What did I say about acting like a Muggle?"
" - a nice store - "
Hermione rolled her eyes and guided him to a private room, where she and the sales wizard clerk proceeded to whip off his old shirt (much to Ron's embarrassment) and have him try on a number of different shirts, all in different colours and styles, but all equally uncomfortable.
Ron stared in the mirror. Staring back was a confused nineteen-year-old boy, with red hair that was a bit long (according to his mother). He was wearing a pale blue shirt that pulled strangely across his body, but the clerk commented that it brought out the colour of his eyes.
"This," Ron muttered to Hermione, "is the worst first Muggle date ever."
Hermione glared at him, then smiled at the clerk.
"I liked it better when it was pink," she said. "Let's try that one on him."