Narrative
Who: Ron and Hermione
When: February 14, 2007
Where: Their flat
Status: In progress
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: Hermione is less than pleased when she receives her Valentine's gift.
"At work, Ron!" Hermione cried the instant she arrived home. She had the roses in her arms and the box that he had sent her earlier that day. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were on fire. She was embarrassed and angry, at least, she was embarrassed and angry over the box. Imagine, proper Hermione Weasley sitting in the lunch room with her co-workers, everyone crowded around her because she had a large bouquet of roses at her side and a red box. She's blushing and smiling at them, thinking that the most that was in this box was a scarf or maybe he even went so far as to charm the box to be lighter than it was supposed to be, and it was that book she'd been wanting to get for some time now. She opens the lid and immediately looks horrified. Her co-workers fall silent, undoubtedly some of them imagining her actually wearing the box's contents, until one of them starts to laugh. Hermione's face is as red as the box her lingerie came in, and as soon as she is able to rationally think again, she pulls the lid over the box again and gets up. With her last shred of dignity, she grabs the roses and stomps out of the lunch room before anyone could say anything more.
By the end of lunch, everyone knew of Hermione's Valentine's Day present. She effectively hid from most of the staff that day, shelving books in aisles that barely anybody wanted to go near, because of the complexity of the author's names, or something like that.
When Hermione got home, she had thought up a rather good lecture in her head that left Ron no time to interrupt and no time to realize what was coming until he was being smacked in the face with it. Unfortunately, sending birds after him got a little predictable after the second time, so she couldn't go that route. She'd just have to find another.
"At work!" she cried again, finding him in the kitchen. She set the roses down on the kitchen table and came after him, smacking him over the head with the box he had sent to her. "How could you send this to me!" she demanded. Hermione forgot all about her lecture.
When: February 14, 2007
Where: Their flat
Status: In progress
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: Hermione is less than pleased when she receives her Valentine's gift.
"At work, Ron!" Hermione cried the instant she arrived home. She had the roses in her arms and the box that he had sent her earlier that day. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were on fire. She was embarrassed and angry, at least, she was embarrassed and angry over the box. Imagine, proper Hermione Weasley sitting in the lunch room with her co-workers, everyone crowded around her because she had a large bouquet of roses at her side and a red box. She's blushing and smiling at them, thinking that the most that was in this box was a scarf or maybe he even went so far as to charm the box to be lighter than it was supposed to be, and it was that book she'd been wanting to get for some time now. She opens the lid and immediately looks horrified. Her co-workers fall silent, undoubtedly some of them imagining her actually wearing the box's contents, until one of them starts to laugh. Hermione's face is as red as the box her lingerie came in, and as soon as she is able to rationally think again, she pulls the lid over the box again and gets up. With her last shred of dignity, she grabs the roses and stomps out of the lunch room before anyone could say anything more.
By the end of lunch, everyone knew of Hermione's Valentine's Day present. She effectively hid from most of the staff that day, shelving books in aisles that barely anybody wanted to go near, because of the complexity of the author's names, or something like that.
When Hermione got home, she had thought up a rather good lecture in her head that left Ron no time to interrupt and no time to realize what was coming until he was being smacked in the face with it. Unfortunately, sending birds after him got a little predictable after the second time, so she couldn't go that route. She'd just have to find another.
"At work!" she cried again, finding him in the kitchen. She set the roses down on the kitchen table and came after him, smacking him over the head with the box he had sent to her. "How could you send this to me!" she demanded. Hermione forgot all about her lecture.