Visiting Hours - 1/1 - All Ages - Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown
Title: Visiting Hours (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Ron visits another patient in St. Mungo's.
Word Count: 1098.
A/N: Written for syven, who asked for Ron and Lavender in St. Mungo's after the Battle of Hogwarts.
Ron felt as though he could walk the corridors of St. Mungo’s blindfolded and still know where he was going. The last few weeks since the battle had meant spending a lot of time here, though thankfully only as a visitor. He felt like he knew someone on nearly every ward, which was painful in itself, but visiting other people meant he didn’t have to think about himself and what the hell he was meant to be doing with his life now that it was over.
He passed by the "Dangerous" Dai Llewellyn Ward for Serious Bites, pushing open the door to the next ward. It wasn’t a surprise that there were quite a few people on the first floor, plenty of creature-related injuries from spiders and the like.
Ron didn’t know what he was doing here. His curiosity getting the better of him, he supposed. He stopped by a curtained bed, uncertain. He could just turn and leave right now. It wasn’t as though he knew what to say to her, anyway. She hadn’t seen him, either, but no. He couldn’t just leave.
“Um, knock knock?” Ron tried; the curtain swished back by magic.
A wide pair of familiar brown eyes stared back at Ron. Startled, Ron’s own eyes widened. “Lavender,” he breathed, only then taking in the vicious wounds on her neck and the scratches on her cheek. As much as he had been expecting to see her, he hadn’t been expecting to see her quite like this.
She sat back against the pillows, loosening the grip on her wand. “Hello, Ron.”
“Hi.”
“Hermione said you might drop by. She came to visit yesterday.” Lavender gestured a pale hand towards the table beside her bed where a heavy-looking book sat, a present from Hermione. She sighed, then reached for a jar of ointment beside it. As she unscrewed it, Ron was hit by a harsh smell. The smell stirred a memory and Ron realised with a swift horror what those wounds meant.
“So it really was Greyback.”
Lavender shifted over on the bed to give Ron room to sit. She gave Ron a guarded look and then nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah.” She pulled back her hair, the bite mark more visible now. It looked as thought Greyback’s teeth had been ripped forcibly from her throat; Ron shuddered at the thought, remembering how Hermione had told him that she’d hexed the beast away from Lavender.
She dipped her fingers into the jar and started to dab the ointment onto her cursed wounds. Lavender winced as she lifted her arm higher and Ron reached for the jar. “Here. Let me.” A little afraid of hurting her, Ron carefully touched the ointment to her throat, his touch more tender now than it had even been when they were together. He could remember kissing the smooth skin of her neck and how she’d giggled breathlessly as he had kissed beneath her ear, a heavy feeling settling on his stomach as he realised that, like Bill, her appearance wouldn’t be the same again. Lavender didn’t flinch, even as the ointment fizzed a little.
“Does your arm hurt, too?”
“Shoulder,” she corrected. “I hurt it when I fell. And my hip. Pelvis. I… pretty much have to re-learn to walk right now. It hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
The impassive, worn look on her features changed to bemusement. “For what? You’re not the one who bit me.”
“Yeah, but…”
“But nothing. Everyone who stayed to fight knew the risks. I don’t really remember anything after falling, anyway.” She sighed, eyes softening as Ron dabbed the ointment onto her cheek. “I’m so sorry to hear about your brother.”
Ron’s fingers paused by her ear. He let out a shaky breath as he thought of Fred. Every time he saw George, he expected to see Fred not far behind him. “Thanks.” He frowned. “You know, I should get my brother to talk to you. Bill. He… went through the same thing.”
With a gentle hand, Lavender grasped his wrist. “Tell me honestly,” she whispered. “How do I look?”
Ron replaced the lid on the jar. He hesitated. “The first thing I noticed about you were your eyes.”
Lavender’s lips twisted, eyes brimming with tears. To Ron, it looked as though she was trying not to laugh and cry at the same time, almost shaking as she stared back at him. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Ron Weasley.”
Speechless for a moment, Ron then leant forward and kissed her unmarred cheek. “You’re going to be fine,” he told her softly.
She swallowed and nodded, her lower lip trembling as she held back tears. “I know. Just can’t wait to get out of here.” She took the jar of ointment away from him. “Need to go shopping - I have nothing that goes with scars. Definitely think stripes are out of the question.”
“Hey!” a voice interrupted. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to make girls cry, Weasley?”
Lavender beamed and Ron turned around. Seamus held a small posy of flowers in his hands.
“I wasn’t expecting you ’til later,” Lavender said softly.
“I’m being spontaneous,” he said with a smirk, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. She flushed slightly, but it didn’t stop her fingers from twining with Seamus’ as the other wizard sat in the chair beside her bed.
“All this male attention is going to go to my head,” she said, resting her head.
The distinct, prickly feeling that he was intruding crept up the back of Ron’s neck. He knew that he’d missed a lot over the last year and he shouldn’t have been surprised. People changed. Relationships, too. He definitely knew that.
“Maybe I’ll go, then. Don’t want a Healer giving me an ear-bashing for disturbing you.” He scratched his neck awkwardly. “They get funny if people have too many visitors sometimes.”
“You don’t have to go, Ron.” Lavender shook her head. “You only just got here. Stay. I have sweets and a jug of water. Or we can get some really bad tea or weak orange squash.” She offered him a smile.
“How can yeh turn down an offer like that?” Seamus asked, grinning.
Ron frowned. “You don’t really want my company. You’ve got Seamus.”
“Yeah, but I might get bored of him,” Lavender said; Seamus tickled her ribs in response. Ron watched her squirm, batting Seamus away as she looked up at Ron.
“Alright,” Ron relented, still uncertain. “I’ll stay for one cup of really bad cup of tea.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Ron visits another patient in St. Mungo's.
Word Count: 1098.
A/N: Written for syven, who asked for Ron and Lavender in St. Mungo's after the Battle of Hogwarts.
Ron felt as though he could walk the corridors of St. Mungo’s blindfolded and still know where he was going. The last few weeks since the battle had meant spending a lot of time here, though thankfully only as a visitor. He felt like he knew someone on nearly every ward, which was painful in itself, but visiting other people meant he didn’t have to think about himself and what the hell he was meant to be doing with his life now that it was over.
He passed by the "Dangerous" Dai Llewellyn Ward for Serious Bites, pushing open the door to the next ward. It wasn’t a surprise that there were quite a few people on the first floor, plenty of creature-related injuries from spiders and the like.
Ron didn’t know what he was doing here. His curiosity getting the better of him, he supposed. He stopped by a curtained bed, uncertain. He could just turn and leave right now. It wasn’t as though he knew what to say to her, anyway. She hadn’t seen him, either, but no. He couldn’t just leave.
“Um, knock knock?” Ron tried; the curtain swished back by magic.
A wide pair of familiar brown eyes stared back at Ron. Startled, Ron’s own eyes widened. “Lavender,” he breathed, only then taking in the vicious wounds on her neck and the scratches on her cheek. As much as he had been expecting to see her, he hadn’t been expecting to see her quite like this.
She sat back against the pillows, loosening the grip on her wand. “Hello, Ron.”
“Hi.”
“Hermione said you might drop by. She came to visit yesterday.” Lavender gestured a pale hand towards the table beside her bed where a heavy-looking book sat, a present from Hermione. She sighed, then reached for a jar of ointment beside it. As she unscrewed it, Ron was hit by a harsh smell. The smell stirred a memory and Ron realised with a swift horror what those wounds meant.
“So it really was Greyback.”
Lavender shifted over on the bed to give Ron room to sit. She gave Ron a guarded look and then nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah.” She pulled back her hair, the bite mark more visible now. It looked as thought Greyback’s teeth had been ripped forcibly from her throat; Ron shuddered at the thought, remembering how Hermione had told him that she’d hexed the beast away from Lavender.
She dipped her fingers into the jar and started to dab the ointment onto her cursed wounds. Lavender winced as she lifted her arm higher and Ron reached for the jar. “Here. Let me.” A little afraid of hurting her, Ron carefully touched the ointment to her throat, his touch more tender now than it had even been when they were together. He could remember kissing the smooth skin of her neck and how she’d giggled breathlessly as he had kissed beneath her ear, a heavy feeling settling on his stomach as he realised that, like Bill, her appearance wouldn’t be the same again. Lavender didn’t flinch, even as the ointment fizzed a little.
“Does your arm hurt, too?”
“Shoulder,” she corrected. “I hurt it when I fell. And my hip. Pelvis. I… pretty much have to re-learn to walk right now. It hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
The impassive, worn look on her features changed to bemusement. “For what? You’re not the one who bit me.”
“Yeah, but…”
“But nothing. Everyone who stayed to fight knew the risks. I don’t really remember anything after falling, anyway.” She sighed, eyes softening as Ron dabbed the ointment onto her cheek. “I’m so sorry to hear about your brother.”
Ron’s fingers paused by her ear. He let out a shaky breath as he thought of Fred. Every time he saw George, he expected to see Fred not far behind him. “Thanks.” He frowned. “You know, I should get my brother to talk to you. Bill. He… went through the same thing.”
With a gentle hand, Lavender grasped his wrist. “Tell me honestly,” she whispered. “How do I look?”
Ron replaced the lid on the jar. He hesitated. “The first thing I noticed about you were your eyes.”
Lavender’s lips twisted, eyes brimming with tears. To Ron, it looked as though she was trying not to laugh and cry at the same time, almost shaking as she stared back at him. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Ron Weasley.”
Speechless for a moment, Ron then leant forward and kissed her unmarred cheek. “You’re going to be fine,” he told her softly.
She swallowed and nodded, her lower lip trembling as she held back tears. “I know. Just can’t wait to get out of here.” She took the jar of ointment away from him. “Need to go shopping - I have nothing that goes with scars. Definitely think stripes are out of the question.”
“Hey!” a voice interrupted. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to make girls cry, Weasley?”
Lavender beamed and Ron turned around. Seamus held a small posy of flowers in his hands.
“I wasn’t expecting you ’til later,” Lavender said softly.
“I’m being spontaneous,” he said with a smirk, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. She flushed slightly, but it didn’t stop her fingers from twining with Seamus’ as the other wizard sat in the chair beside her bed.
“All this male attention is going to go to my head,” she said, resting her head.
The distinct, prickly feeling that he was intruding crept up the back of Ron’s neck. He knew that he’d missed a lot over the last year and he shouldn’t have been surprised. People changed. Relationships, too. He definitely knew that.
“Maybe I’ll go, then. Don’t want a Healer giving me an ear-bashing for disturbing you.” He scratched his neck awkwardly. “They get funny if people have too many visitors sometimes.”
“You don’t have to go, Ron.” Lavender shook her head. “You only just got here. Stay. I have sweets and a jug of water. Or we can get some really bad tea or weak orange squash.” She offered him a smile.
“How can yeh turn down an offer like that?” Seamus asked, grinning.
Ron frowned. “You don’t really want my company. You’ve got Seamus.”
“Yeah, but I might get bored of him,” Lavender said; Seamus tickled her ribs in response. Ron watched her squirm, batting Seamus away as she looked up at Ron.
“Alright,” Ron relented, still uncertain. “I’ll stay for one cup of really bad cup of tea.”