Drabble: Where Are You?
Title: Where Are You?
Rated: PG
Words: 493
Challenge: The 2011 Ron/Hermione Valentine's Day Secret Gift Fic Exchange at the Checkmated forums
A/N: Written for willowwand under her requested prompt "candle wax". This is the first thing I've written in over a year so be gentle. Happy Valentine's Day!
Ron watched the melted wax drip slowly down the side of the candle onto the bedside table he had placed it on half an hour earlier. She was late. Hermione was never late.
What he would give for some Firewhiskey to calm his nerves. The only alcohol he had bought was the wine Fleur had recommended, however, and it wouldn't do to have it half gone before Hermione got here.
Bloody hell, he was beginning to hate Valentine's Day. He had always found it a bit annoying at best, but now he almost loathed it. There was so much pressure to make sure it was special without coming off like a pansy, but if it wasn't enough you were likely to never hear the end of it. That's how it had been for Lavender, anyway.
That's why he had used his earnings at to make sure their first Valentine's Day was something she wouldn't look back and gag about. The wine had to be right and the picnic had to be good and the hotel not too shabby....
A horrible thought occurred to him: what if she assumed all he was trying to do was get into her knickers? Honestly, he had thought about it…a lot, actually, especially in the months they had parted…but not until she gave the say so. He was always taught that.
He sat on the bed and watched another dribble of wax slide slowly down the candlestick. No. If she had thought that, Ron would be sure to hear about it.
A noise like bell rang from the other end of the room, and he jumped into the air. It took a moment to realize it was the fellyfone. His heart raced. Hermione, maybe?
He threw himself across the bed and he picked up the ear thingy, taking a moment to remember which way it went.
"Hello?" He spoke slightly louder than his normal speaking voice, but made sure not to yell.
"There's someone to see you," said a snobbish voice on the other end. "A Miss Granger. Shall I-"
"Yes, yes!" Ron told him impatiently. "Send her up!"
"Very well, sir."
Ron raced to the bathroom to make sure his tie was straight and his hair was combed properly. He thought about holding one of the roses the hotel placed by the window, but then decided against it. No, that was too much.
There was a knock. Oh sweet Merlin-she was here.
Taking a deep breath, Ron forced his hand not to shake when he turned the handle to the door.
There she was-looking lovely in the simple black dress and silver barrettes in hair. But what he saw most clearly was the warm smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, Ron. I'm sorry I'm late."
He kissed her. He couldn't control himself-she looked too in need of one. "No problem. I'm just glad you're here."
Tonight was going to be perfect. He just knew it.
Rated: PG
Words: 493
Challenge: The 2011 Ron/Hermione Valentine's Day Secret Gift Fic Exchange at the Checkmated forums
A/N: Written for willowwand under her requested prompt "candle wax". This is the first thing I've written in over a year so be gentle. Happy Valentine's Day!
Ron watched the melted wax drip slowly down the side of the candle onto the bedside table he had placed it on half an hour earlier. She was late. Hermione was never late.
What he would give for some Firewhiskey to calm his nerves. The only alcohol he had bought was the wine Fleur had recommended, however, and it wouldn't do to have it half gone before Hermione got here.
Bloody hell, he was beginning to hate Valentine's Day. He had always found it a bit annoying at best, but now he almost loathed it. There was so much pressure to make sure it was special without coming off like a pansy, but if it wasn't enough you were likely to never hear the end of it. That's how it had been for Lavender, anyway.
That's why he had used his earnings at to make sure their first Valentine's Day was something she wouldn't look back and gag about. The wine had to be right and the picnic had to be good and the hotel not too shabby....
A horrible thought occurred to him: what if she assumed all he was trying to do was get into her knickers? Honestly, he had thought about it…a lot, actually, especially in the months they had parted…but not until she gave the say so. He was always taught that.
He sat on the bed and watched another dribble of wax slide slowly down the candlestick. No. If she had thought that, Ron would be sure to hear about it.
A noise like bell rang from the other end of the room, and he jumped into the air. It took a moment to realize it was the fellyfone. His heart raced. Hermione, maybe?
He threw himself across the bed and he picked up the ear thingy, taking a moment to remember which way it went.
"Hello?" He spoke slightly louder than his normal speaking voice, but made sure not to yell.
"There's someone to see you," said a snobbish voice on the other end. "A Miss Granger. Shall I-"
"Yes, yes!" Ron told him impatiently. "Send her up!"
"Very well, sir."
Ron raced to the bathroom to make sure his tie was straight and his hair was combed properly. He thought about holding one of the roses the hotel placed by the window, but then decided against it. No, that was too much.
There was a knock. Oh sweet Merlin-she was here.
Taking a deep breath, Ron forced his hand not to shake when he turned the handle to the door.
There she was-looking lovely in the simple black dress and silver barrettes in hair. But what he saw most clearly was the warm smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, Ron. I'm sorry I'm late."
He kissed her. He couldn't control himself-she looked too in need of one. "No problem. I'm just glad you're here."
Tonight was going to be perfect. He just knew it.