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RP: Mending fences

Jan 28, 2007 08:38

Date: 28 January 2005
Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Location: 35 Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Ron goes to find Hermione and make up with her.
Completion: Complete

( All he could do was his own part and hope for the best )

january 2005, place: private residence, ron weasley, hermione granger

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shh_hermione January 28 2007, 15:58:37 UTC

After a very enjoyable, though non-productive, Saturday, there was an inclination to spend Sunday just being very lazy. Hermione had slept over three hours again, which meant that she was slowly getting better in that regard. If she could make it four hours total a night, she would be content. That wouldn't be much less than she'd ever slept, after all, so it was a good goal ( ... )

shh_ron January 28 2007, 19:51:12 UTC

Ron watched as Hermione scratched behind the cat's ears. Apparently the creaking door didn't bother her enough to make her get up and check who was there. He would have to do more to get her attention. He pushed the door open with one hand, then cast a hover charm on his peace offering, making it float into the room until it approached Hermione's desk. When she finally looked up and saw it, Ron took a small step into the office.

"Hi," he said quietly.

shh_hermione January 28 2007, 20:10:25 UTC

Crookshanks reached her and immediately went for her hand, rubbing against her until she was scratching behind his ears. She put down her quill and looked through her calendar to provide a few possible dates for a meeting. A trip to Berlin would require a portkey, that was mentioned in the owl as being supplied by Schmidt's company. Maybe she could ask Roger to go with her, since he didn't seem to mind taking the time if he wasn't too busy. If not, she could always attempt to get Harry out of his room. She sighed and made a face at that thought.

She looked down at Crookshanks and smiled before she went back to her notes. A movement from the side caught her attention, and she glanced up in time to see a large bouquet of flowers floating towards her. She frowned and turned towards the door, blinking when she saw Ron standing there.

"Hi," she said just as quietly, looking from him to the flowers and back before she arched a brow.

shh_ron January 28 2007, 20:49:40 UTC

Ron couldn't tell which surprised Hermione more, the flowers or him standing in the room, speaking to her. He couldn't back out now; he had to keep going, no matter how hard this was for him to do.

"I, um, hope you like carnations," he said, glancing from her face to the floating bouqet. "It's hard to find fresh flowers in January, even in a wizarding village." He'd paid several more Muggle pounds than he could afford for that bouquet; he would have to cut back somewhere until he got his next pay cheque. After two weeks mostly on his own, he was beginning to get a glimmer of understanding about some of the things Hermione always worried about.

He took three small steps into the room, hoping she would ask him to come closer.

shh_hermione January 28 2007, 20:51:14 UTC

"They're quite lovely," she said honestly. "I'm sure it's not particularly easy to find them this time of year."

He just stood there shifting and looking entirely too uncomfortable. She watched him take a few small steps inside and then shift awkwardly. "Oh, do stop fidgeting, Ronald," she muttered, sighing as she turned her chair around to face him.

She Transfigured one of her trainers into a chair and nodded towards it. "You can sit, if you'd like," she said hesitantly, uncertain why he was there and still rather surprised he'd brought her flowers. Someone must have told him to, she decided, which meant he'd obviously not spoken to Harry, who was probably back in his room dealing with everything alone once again.

shh_ron January 28 2007, 21:08:05 UTC

She sighed as she turned to face him. Maybe she didn't want to see him again. Then she told him to sit if he wanted to, so apparently she wasn't going to throw him out on his ear. Not yet, anyway. Not at all, if he didn't cock things up again.

"Nice work," said, nodding toward the chair she'd just Transfigured for him. "But you were always best of the three of us at Transfiguration."

He sat down finally, stretching his legs out nervously and rubbing the back of his neck. He could sit there and make small talk with her, asking how she was, though in this case it would actually mean something, not the way it usually did when he saw someone on the street or in the corridors at school. Or he could just grow some balls and say what he'd come to say.

He swallowed hard, leaning toward her.

"I, um, I'm sorry."

shh_hermione January 28 2007, 21:14:17 UTC

Ron was giving her a compliment for no reason. That coupled with the flowers made her immediately suspicious. Ron never really bothered to thank her for things or compliment her. The few times he'd done the latter, it was usually because he wanted something.

"Thank you," she said simply, waiting for the other shoe to drop, as the saying went.

He sat down, and she watched him closely. He surprised her again with the apology. Now she knew she had either fallen asleep while working and drifted into some odd daydream or that he must have bumped his head.

"Sorry for what?" she finally asked, wanting clarification before she assumed one way or another.

shh_ron January 28 2007, 21:23:44 UTC

Sorry for what? He supposed she had a long list of things he ought to be sorry for, going back to first year. But he couldn't remember every time he'd done something that had made her cry or storm off or not talk to him for several days unless Harry begged her to. There were just too many of those times, he knew, a pang of guilt stabbing him.

"For everything," he said softly, his voice hitching as he leaned forward a bit more. "But especially for that last row we had."

shh_hermione January 28 2007, 21:37:24 UTC

"Everything is rather broad, Ronald," she pointed out quietly. This was difficult, far worse than any other row in the past, and it felt as if something was missing. She was startled to realize that it was actually someone, since Harry wasn't there for the first time in thirteen years.

She wrapped her arms around her chest and rubbed her hands down them as she considered his words. "Why?" she asked softly. "Why are you sorry about that row?"

shh_ron January 28 2007, 22:02:04 UTC

She wasn't trying to bait him, was she? He blew out a breath, forcing himself not to fall back into a defensive attitude.

"Yeah, everything is very broad," he repeated, getting up and moving nervously around the room, "but that's what I mean. Everything. Just...whatever I've done to you or said to you over the years that caused any problems between us, I'm sorry for. I'm sure the list is very long, given how many times we've been pissed off at each other."

He frowned, biting his lower lip. "About that last row? I'm sorry I made a stink about a couple of shirts. I'm sorry that I joked with you about sex and made you think that I thought you should go out and shag random men. And I'm especially sorry that I said things that made you leave ( ... )

shh_hermione January 28 2007, 22:18:30 UTC

"I didn't leave because of anything you said," she said quietly. "I left because you were right. Things have changed, and I wasn't adjusting to all those changes. I was still trying to take care of you and Harry, but you're twenty-four now and you don't need me ( ... )

shh_ron January 28 2007, 23:27:35 UTC

"You left because I was right?" Ron's head was starting to hurt. Hermione had never said he was right about anything. Where was the real Hermione, and who was this woman who had taken her place? But he quickly dismissed the idea of Polyjuice; apparently she had done a lot of thinking the past fortnight too.

"I just meant we weren't on the run any more, fighting for our lives, so we could try to relax and live like normal people. Why would you think that Harry and I don't need you any more, just because the war's over?"

She had a point, though, much as he hated to admit it. He and Harry had expected her to keep the house running, make sure they had food, clean up the dirty dishes, do their laundry, clean up their messes around the house. Maybe she felt as though they had treated her like a house elf ( ... )

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