Rp: Staying in can be nice
Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place, London
Date: September 12, 1999, Friday night,
Status/Warning: Pg-13 maybe R (he's not sure he can press his luck)
Summary: Staying in can be just as nice as going out
Completion: complete
And he was snugged into the left corner of the couch, with Hermione's head in his lap, her body outstretched along its length. He had the book in his left hand on the arm of the couch, and his right had was tangled in her tresses. He had to extricate his hand from her mane periodically, in order to turn the page, put then his fingers ended back up in her locks, following the curls of a ringlet or twirling a section around his finger to feel it hold it's shape and twirl.
His eyes glanced down at her face periodically, verifying that she was enjoying herself, but he needn't have bothered. She was absorbed in her own book every time he looked at her, and he would happily turn back to his own. He would look away, every once in a while to some distant spot, and seem to talk to himself silently, as he practiced the spells he was learning. He didn't have his wand on him, so there was no chance in him misfiring a spell or casting something on her by mistake. The little book was full of helpful tips, from contraceptive spells to hair growing charms to aroma changing hexes, both good and bad. He flipped to look at the title of it again, Taking the Worry Out of Your Date: Spells, Charms and Hexes , Easy-to-use Quick fixes to Repair any Dating Experience. Ron's eyebrows went up, again, as he turned back to read about changing someone's bad breath quickly. He was eternally grateful to Percy for the book; he needed to get his own copy of this outdated little work. It had some fascinating ideas. He wasn't sure if all of the spells and hexes were effective, but so far, every spell and charm he had attempted were extremely effective. Luckily, it came with all of the counter spells, charms and hexes to reverse any accidental castings. He had found that true with the hair growing spell he'd tried. That was far too effective, and he'd ended up looking like a orangutan, with brilliant red hair spreading across his chest, his arms and even his thighs. That had disappeared as fast as the counter spell was cast, thank goodness, and he was back to his own semi-haired chest and arms.
He felt completely relaxed and at home with her, in the Library, reading peacefully. His week had been strenuous but exhilarating; he felt his confidence growing daily, and with that came a steel of assertiveness in his core. He was in the shop tomorrow, and he'd been thinking of some new novelty items to create; one was bobble headed Quidditch players, for the different teams. George had thought the idea bloody marvelous, when Ron had finally caught up with him on Tuesday. He had a few other ideas, and had planned on maybe toying with them on Sunday. For now, he was content to be sitting here, reading, with his favorite person of all.
He couldn't help it; his stomach growled and he grinned sheepishly, "Sorry."
Location: Grimmauld Place, London
Date: September 12, 1999, Friday night,
Status/Warning: Pg-13 maybe R (he's not sure he can press his luck)
Summary: Staying in can be just as nice as going out
Completion: complete
And he was snugged into the left corner of the couch, with Hermione's head in his lap, her body outstretched along its length. He had the book in his left hand on the arm of the couch, and his right had was tangled in her tresses. He had to extricate his hand from her mane periodically, in order to turn the page, put then his fingers ended back up in her locks, following the curls of a ringlet or twirling a section around his finger to feel it hold it's shape and twirl.
His eyes glanced down at her face periodically, verifying that she was enjoying herself, but he needn't have bothered. She was absorbed in her own book every time he looked at her, and he would happily turn back to his own. He would look away, every once in a while to some distant spot, and seem to talk to himself silently, as he practiced the spells he was learning. He didn't have his wand on him, so there was no chance in him misfiring a spell or casting something on her by mistake. The little book was full of helpful tips, from contraceptive spells to hair growing charms to aroma changing hexes, both good and bad. He flipped to look at the title of it again, Taking the Worry Out of Your Date: Spells, Charms and Hexes , Easy-to-use Quick fixes to Repair any Dating Experience. Ron's eyebrows went up, again, as he turned back to read about changing someone's bad breath quickly. He was eternally grateful to Percy for the book; he needed to get his own copy of this outdated little work. It had some fascinating ideas. He wasn't sure if all of the spells and hexes were effective, but so far, every spell and charm he had attempted were extremely effective. Luckily, it came with all of the counter spells, charms and hexes to reverse any accidental castings. He had found that true with the hair growing spell he'd tried. That was far too effective, and he'd ended up looking like a orangutan, with brilliant red hair spreading across his chest, his arms and even his thighs. That had disappeared as fast as the counter spell was cast, thank goodness, and he was back to his own semi-haired chest and arms.
He felt completely relaxed and at home with her, in the Library, reading peacefully. His week had been strenuous but exhilarating; he felt his confidence growing daily, and with that came a steel of assertiveness in his core. He was in the shop tomorrow, and he'd been thinking of some new novelty items to create; one was bobble headed Quidditch players, for the different teams. George had thought the idea bloody marvelous, when Ron had finally caught up with him on Tuesday. He had a few other ideas, and had planned on maybe toying with them on Sunday. For now, he was content to be sitting here, reading, with his favorite person of all.
He couldn't help it; his stomach growled and he grinned sheepishly, "Sorry."