fic for dreamer_marie: A Hogwards Education (Ron, Lavender, Parvati, PG)
Title: A Hogwarts Education
Recipient: dreamer_marie
Rating: PG
Character(s) : Ron, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil
Warnings: N/A
Author's Notes: Terribly sorry I didn't include the Giant Squid and Rudolph, but here's my first attempt at any fic with Ron, inspired by a quote from JKR saying he needed a chance to grow up in HBP. It's borderline genfic, but happy holidays and enjoy anyway!
Ron bitterly watched Harry leave the common room for Slughorn’s Christmas party, comforted only by the fact that his arm was around Lavender Brown’s slim shoulders. Her presence, however, had quite the opposite effect on him.
"Can you believe Hermione and McLaggen? I never would have guessed she would appeal to someone like him."
Ron grunted in response.
"But I probably shouldn’t say that to you," Lavender continued to ramble on. "She’s your friend after all."
Ron deigned to nod.
"What anyone would see in her I’ll never know. Especially Krum. But he wasn’t exactly the most gorgeous thing to walk into Hogwarts -- you’re much better looking than he is Won-Won."
Ron cringed.
"What is wrong with you tonight? You’re not saying -- or doing -- anything. I’m so bored. Everyone else is having fun at Slughorn’s party, and we’re sitting on a loveseat. Can’t we do anything together?"
"Like what?" he demanded.
"I dunno." She shrugged. "Oh! Wait until you see what I got you for Christmas, you’ll love it! I can’t wait to see you wearing it -- "
Her loud ramblings were smothered by his kisses. He had found this was the most effective way to shut her up and remain in a relationship at the same time. Whoever said conversation was the key to a strong relationship had never met Lavender Brown.
"Er . . . Lavender," came a hesitant disruption from Parvati. Lavender’s lips pulled away from Ron’s slowly.
"What?" She glared at her friend, the interruption.
"There’s another Christmas party somewhere down in the dungeons if you’re up for it," Parvati told Lavender with a gleam in her eyes.
"Who’s there?" Ron asked.
"I don’t know, probably everyone who wasn’t invited to Slughorn’s," Parvati informed them, rolling her eyes as if the answer obvious. Which it probably was, to everyone but Ron.
Lavender jumped off the couch enthusiastically. "Let’s go, Ron. I’m so bored," she whined, pulling him by the arm off the couch.
"Why don’t you go without me?" he asked weakly, knowing the answer as he finished the question.
"I can’t go without you, Won-Won. You never want to do anything I want to do!"
"We snog, don’t you want to do that?" he answered with his characteristic insensitivity, waving a hand as if waving her away. But he immediately regretted his response at the sight of her narrow eyes and frown, and was about to retract his curt reply until Lavender turned and stalked off without a word.
Left alone at the portrait hole, Ron turned around and returned to the Gryffindor common room. The first and second years were beginning their own party -- one characterized by dreaded mistletoe that the younger boys avoided by straying to and fro as they walked by the cliques of witches. Treats from Honeydukes (most likely smuggled in by the third years) and his brothers’s products were scattered throughout the room, and Ron’s thoughts strayed to what he hoped was Slughorn’s dull party as he sat back down on the couch he and Lavender had previously occupied. Not that he begrudged Harry a good evening, despite the fact that he had asked Luna -- of all people -- to go with him. He was thinking, instead, of Hermione, but, more specifically, Hermione and that arse McLaggen.
What could Hermione and McLaggen possibly be doing together? It didn’t make sense to him. Of course, as Fred and George, and even Hermione herself, would enthusiastically point out, not much made sense to him. But hadn’t he pulled off more O.W.L.s than the two of them out together? And, well, he couldn’t compare his grades to Hermione’s, but hadn’t he been right behind Harry -- and right alongside of her -- for the past six years, right up and into the Ministry last year?
Right, he told himself, you’re just as good as any of them, regardless of that great big slug and his "Slug Club."
It sounded weak even in his head.
His musings were interrupted by loud footfalls, followed by a cry of "Won-Won" as Lavender returned to the common room. She was quick to forgive, Ron thought to himself before being attacked by his very unruffled girlfriend.
"I just couldn’t stay mad at you," she began between kisses. "Thinking of you here alone, and, of course, it was so boring without you there dance with."
There’s the real reason she missed me, Ron though bitterly, but kissing her back nonetheless.
"Christmas will be no fun without you, Ron," Lavender told him as she took his hand and pulled him off the couch. "Come on, let’s go back to the party."
"Fine," Ron reluctantly agreed as she dragged him away.
They walked out of the common room in silence until Lavender’s impatience got the better of her. "So, any chance you’d tell me what you got me for Christmas?" she asked slyly with the feeble conversation-starter attesting to the fact that they normal did not converse.
"No."
"But I’ll tell you if you tell me," she whined.
Annoyed by her whining, but more by the fact that she insisted on talking at all, he snapped, "I’m not telling you, already!"
Feeling dejected, Lavender, for once, could not think of anything to say back to him. For some reason, this bothered Ron, and he knew that, once again, he had gone too far.
"Lavender, look, I’m sorry," he began pitifully, beginning again with the infamous phrase: "But I think we need to talk."
"What?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide, obviously shocked. "Are you -- are you breaking up with me?"
Don’t start crying, Ron silently prayed to no one in particular as Lavender’s eyes began to well up with tears. But, at the same time, he could not help but wonder why she was about to cry in the first place. Their relationship, upon reflection, meant virtually nothing to him. She was someone to snog, someone to waste his time with. He cared about her like he cared about any acquaintance. How could he care about her any more than that when he barely knew any part of her besides her lips?
Though, just as he did not like to see anyone hurt, he did not want to see her cry.
"No -- no," he said slowly. "I was just going to say that I’ve been a great prat tonight, and no one, including you, deserves that."
"Oh, okay," she stammered, once again at a loss for words. "It’s alright, Won-Won."
He tried not to cringe at the nickname as she kissed him outside of her long-awaited party. His only comfort as they walked into the dungeon was that, if this was the party Hogwarts students could put together, Hermione couldn’t possibly be having much fun in Slugworth’s office.
Recipient: dreamer_marie
Rating: PG
Character(s) : Ron, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil
Warnings: N/A
Author's Notes: Terribly sorry I didn't include the Giant Squid and Rudolph, but here's my first attempt at any fic with Ron, inspired by a quote from JKR saying he needed a chance to grow up in HBP. It's borderline genfic, but happy holidays and enjoy anyway!
Ron bitterly watched Harry leave the common room for Slughorn’s Christmas party, comforted only by the fact that his arm was around Lavender Brown’s slim shoulders. Her presence, however, had quite the opposite effect on him.
"Can you believe Hermione and McLaggen? I never would have guessed she would appeal to someone like him."
Ron grunted in response.
"But I probably shouldn’t say that to you," Lavender continued to ramble on. "She’s your friend after all."
Ron deigned to nod.
"What anyone would see in her I’ll never know. Especially Krum. But he wasn’t exactly the most gorgeous thing to walk into Hogwarts -- you’re much better looking than he is Won-Won."
Ron cringed.
"What is wrong with you tonight? You’re not saying -- or doing -- anything. I’m so bored. Everyone else is having fun at Slughorn’s party, and we’re sitting on a loveseat. Can’t we do anything together?"
"Like what?" he demanded.
"I dunno." She shrugged. "Oh! Wait until you see what I got you for Christmas, you’ll love it! I can’t wait to see you wearing it -- "
Her loud ramblings were smothered by his kisses. He had found this was the most effective way to shut her up and remain in a relationship at the same time. Whoever said conversation was the key to a strong relationship had never met Lavender Brown.
"Er . . . Lavender," came a hesitant disruption from Parvati. Lavender’s lips pulled away from Ron’s slowly.
"What?" She glared at her friend, the interruption.
"There’s another Christmas party somewhere down in the dungeons if you’re up for it," Parvati told Lavender with a gleam in her eyes.
"Who’s there?" Ron asked.
"I don’t know, probably everyone who wasn’t invited to Slughorn’s," Parvati informed them, rolling her eyes as if the answer obvious. Which it probably was, to everyone but Ron.
Lavender jumped off the couch enthusiastically. "Let’s go, Ron. I’m so bored," she whined, pulling him by the arm off the couch.
"Why don’t you go without me?" he asked weakly, knowing the answer as he finished the question.
"I can’t go without you, Won-Won. You never want to do anything I want to do!"
"We snog, don’t you want to do that?" he answered with his characteristic insensitivity, waving a hand as if waving her away. But he immediately regretted his response at the sight of her narrow eyes and frown, and was about to retract his curt reply until Lavender turned and stalked off without a word.
Left alone at the portrait hole, Ron turned around and returned to the Gryffindor common room. The first and second years were beginning their own party -- one characterized by dreaded mistletoe that the younger boys avoided by straying to and fro as they walked by the cliques of witches. Treats from Honeydukes (most likely smuggled in by the third years) and his brothers’s products were scattered throughout the room, and Ron’s thoughts strayed to what he hoped was Slughorn’s dull party as he sat back down on the couch he and Lavender had previously occupied. Not that he begrudged Harry a good evening, despite the fact that he had asked Luna -- of all people -- to go with him. He was thinking, instead, of Hermione, but, more specifically, Hermione and that arse McLaggen.
What could Hermione and McLaggen possibly be doing together? It didn’t make sense to him. Of course, as Fred and George, and even Hermione herself, would enthusiastically point out, not much made sense to him. But hadn’t he pulled off more O.W.L.s than the two of them out together? And, well, he couldn’t compare his grades to Hermione’s, but hadn’t he been right behind Harry -- and right alongside of her -- for the past six years, right up and into the Ministry last year?
Right, he told himself, you’re just as good as any of them, regardless of that great big slug and his "Slug Club."
It sounded weak even in his head.
His musings were interrupted by loud footfalls, followed by a cry of "Won-Won" as Lavender returned to the common room. She was quick to forgive, Ron thought to himself before being attacked by his very unruffled girlfriend.
"I just couldn’t stay mad at you," she began between kisses. "Thinking of you here alone, and, of course, it was so boring without you there dance with."
There’s the real reason she missed me, Ron though bitterly, but kissing her back nonetheless.
"Christmas will be no fun without you, Ron," Lavender told him as she took his hand and pulled him off the couch. "Come on, let’s go back to the party."
"Fine," Ron reluctantly agreed as she dragged him away.
They walked out of the common room in silence until Lavender’s impatience got the better of her. "So, any chance you’d tell me what you got me for Christmas?" she asked slyly with the feeble conversation-starter attesting to the fact that they normal did not converse.
"No."
"But I’ll tell you if you tell me," she whined.
Annoyed by her whining, but more by the fact that she insisted on talking at all, he snapped, "I’m not telling you, already!"
Feeling dejected, Lavender, for once, could not think of anything to say back to him. For some reason, this bothered Ron, and he knew that, once again, he had gone too far.
"Lavender, look, I’m sorry," he began pitifully, beginning again with the infamous phrase: "But I think we need to talk."
"What?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide, obviously shocked. "Are you -- are you breaking up with me?"
Don’t start crying, Ron silently prayed to no one in particular as Lavender’s eyes began to well up with tears. But, at the same time, he could not help but wonder why she was about to cry in the first place. Their relationship, upon reflection, meant virtually nothing to him. She was someone to snog, someone to waste his time with. He cared about her like he cared about any acquaintance. How could he care about her any more than that when he barely knew any part of her besides her lips?
Though, just as he did not like to see anyone hurt, he did not want to see her cry.
"No -- no," he said slowly. "I was just going to say that I’ve been a great prat tonight, and no one, including you, deserves that."
"Oh, okay," she stammered, once again at a loss for words. "It’s alright, Won-Won."
He tried not to cringe at the nickname as she kissed him outside of her long-awaited party. His only comfort as they walked into the dungeon was that, if this was the party Hogwarts students could put together, Hermione couldn’t possibly be having much fun in Slugworth’s office.