VACA BABY!
So, I wrote a 481 word story about Ron and Hermione. I think it's cute. Doesn't have much of a point. Or a title.
A small cough echoed around the study. Well, it might have been a clearing of the throat, but it certainly sounded more like a cough. Ron glanced up, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Hermione was bent over her numerous books with scraps of paper strewn around her. There were at least four broken quills scattered on the desk.
He went back to work at his own desk but his train of though was interrupted once again, but this time by a slightly louder cough. He looked up in time to see Hermione’s hand coming down from covering her mouth. He watched her, puzzled, for a moment before shaking his head and going back to his work.
The next time something happened, Ron was almost through with his report. A tiny sniff came from the other side of the room, followed by several more. The series was ended by a sneeze. Ron frowned at her.
“Hermione…” he began. She looked up at him and he took that moment to asses how she really looked. Her skin was paler than usual and she had bags under both eyes. Her nose was bright red and she looked pretty awful. “Are you feeling alright?”
She sniffed again. “Of course I am, Ron. What makes you say that?” She broke off into a coughing fit. Ron raised an eyebrow at her. “Honestly, I’m fine.” Ron shrugged and set about to finishing his report.
When he was done, he rolled up his parchment and put his quill away. He stood and stretched, yawning widely. Blinking, he looked across the room and Hermione. He was startled to see that she had fallen asleep on her book. Chuckling to himself, he crossed the room. Gently lifting her out o her chair, he glimpsed the gold band on her finger. He was amazed that this amazing witch was his, even at times like this.
Ron carried her out of the room and through the living room. She stirred slightly in his arms but did not wake. He pushed open the door to their bedroom with his foot and brought her to the bed where he laid her gently.
She moaned softly and her eyelids fluttered.
“I’m not sick,” she slurred. “I never get sick.”
“I know, Hermione,” he said, bringing to covers over her. “Just get some sleep now.”
“No…” she protested weakly. He tucked her in and within minutes, she was asleep. He put a hand to her forehead and withdrew it quickly. She was so hot. He hurried from the room to get a cool cloth for her. By the time he got back, she was nestled deep in the covers, her face in the pillow. He sighed and put the cloth on the bedside table. Then he settled himself in a chair.
For now, he was content just to watch his amazing, but stubborn, wife.
AND, it's vacation! YAY!
A small cough echoed around the study. Well, it might have been a clearing of the throat, but it certainly sounded more like a cough. Ron glanced up, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Hermione was bent over her numerous books with scraps of paper strewn around her. There were at least four broken quills scattered on the desk.
He went back to work at his own desk but his train of though was interrupted once again, but this time by a slightly louder cough. He looked up in time to see Hermione’s hand coming down from covering her mouth. He watched her, puzzled, for a moment before shaking his head and going back to his work.
The next time something happened, Ron was almost through with his report. A tiny sniff came from the other side of the room, followed by several more. The series was ended by a sneeze. Ron frowned at her.
“Hermione…” he began. She looked up at him and he took that moment to asses how she really looked. Her skin was paler than usual and she had bags under both eyes. Her nose was bright red and she looked pretty awful. “Are you feeling alright?”
She sniffed again. “Of course I am, Ron. What makes you say that?” She broke off into a coughing fit. Ron raised an eyebrow at her. “Honestly, I’m fine.” Ron shrugged and set about to finishing his report.
When he was done, he rolled up his parchment and put his quill away. He stood and stretched, yawning widely. Blinking, he looked across the room and Hermione. He was startled to see that she had fallen asleep on her book. Chuckling to himself, he crossed the room. Gently lifting her out o her chair, he glimpsed the gold band on her finger. He was amazed that this amazing witch was his, even at times like this.
Ron carried her out of the room and through the living room. She stirred slightly in his arms but did not wake. He pushed open the door to their bedroom with his foot and brought her to the bed where he laid her gently.
She moaned softly and her eyelids fluttered.
“I’m not sick,” she slurred. “I never get sick.”
“I know, Hermione,” he said, bringing to covers over her. “Just get some sleep now.”
“No…” she protested weakly. He tucked her in and within minutes, she was asleep. He put a hand to her forehead and withdrew it quickly. She was so hot. He hurried from the room to get a cool cloth for her. By the time he got back, she was nestled deep in the covers, her face in the pillow. He sighed and put the cloth on the bedside table. Then he settled himself in a chair.
For now, he was content just to watch his amazing, but stubborn, wife.
AND, it's vacation! YAY!