Date: 4 March 2005 Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger Location: 33 Alpha Lane Status: Private Summary: Ron and Hermione talk about Cedric and Roger. Completion: Complete
Sunday was a rather boring day for a day off. When it was the only one Hermione had, it seemed to usually be spent doing chores and catching up around the house more often than not. It was much easier to just do laundry and clean on Sunday than to do such things after a long day of work, after all. Sunday was now also grocery day, which meant a trip to the market in town as well as a trip to Exeter to get things they didn't sell locally
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"Ay," Ron said through a mouthful of sandwich. "Ahmos ooman." He finished chewing, got up and gave her a hug. "Thanks again for the party and the loft stuff. I'm still sort of recovering from that too. Can I, er, give you a hand with the groceries?"
"You're welcome. I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself," she said, kissing his cheek before she turned and began to empty the bags. "You deserved a good birthday."
She smiled. "No, go ahead and finish your lunch. I don't have a lot to put away that doesn't go straight into the cabinets or the fridge-freezer."
"Well, it was really great. Best birthday ever," he said, kissing her cheek in return. "I'll never forget it."
She was being rather nice to him today. Was she in a good mood for some reason he didn't know, or just because he'd offered to help? He and Hermione had been working their way toward "normal" the past month, since they made up after their big fight. "Okay, I will. Thanks."
As she put away the groceries, Ron continued to eat, his mind returning to what he'd been pondering before she came in. He could've gone on to ask about her shopping trip, or what she did yesterday, but he needed to get his head in the right place for the sweat lodge, so he decided to talk about what was on his mind. "I, um, was just wondering something. Aren't you tired of the juggling act? I mean, with Roger and Cedric?"
"You asked them about kissing me?" she asked shrilly, clenching her fingers into fists to avoid reaching for her wand. "You stood there and asked the two men that I'm dating to describe my reaction to their kisses? And you see nothing at all wrong with this? If I'd asked Lavender for details of her orgasms or how good you were in bed, wouldn you see the problem then?"
She shook her head and wondered if Auror Robards would consider it justifiable homicide if she just sent one finely aimed AK at Ron. She couldn't believe neither Roger or Cedric had mentioned this to her. They probably thought she'd had Ron ask as some twisted game playing thing. God, she was getting a horrid headache.
"They answered?" She sighed again. "I can't believe they answered. I'd have kicked your skinny arse if you'd asked such personal questions, so I suppose they each get a positive mark for tolerating my insane best friend." She studied him a moment and finally asked, "Who would you pick?"
Well, he knew she would have this reaction too. Ron let Hermione rant for a minute, then said calmly, "It's not really the same though. I didn't ask for any details. I didn't ask if they thought you were a good kisser. I asked them how they thought you felt about the kissing. If they thought you enjoyed it as much as they did. If you reacted like they thought a girl -- okay, woman -- would react who was really enjoying a kiss."
Ron knew he was lucky Hermione hadn't sent a curse flying at him for asking questions like that. But someone had to ask. It had been his duty, as Hermione's best friend and effective brother, to ask. Harry couldn't, and she really had no one else who could.
"Yeah, they answered," Ron said. "Both of them. Neither one of them seemed ready to kick my arse, which is not skinny, it's just right." He smirked, then bit his lip and motioned her to come join him at the breakfast bar. "Sit down, please, and I'll explain who I would pick?"
"Oh my god. I'm never going to be able to face either of them again," she groaned, covering her face as she imagined Ron's oh-so-subtle way of asking questions. This was rather horrifying, even more so that they both must have answered him and given their ideas of how she'd reacted to their kisses. Bloody hell, that island in the tropics was looking better and better every day.
"Your arse is skinny, Weasley. If Lavender has said it's just right, she's merely placating you. That means humoring you," she explained, smiling slightly as she walked over to join him at the breakfast bar. "It's bony, and men's bums should be curved and tight and have a little something to grip. Or so I've been told."
"Now, explain before I decide that you'd look lovely with pink hair and polka dots."
"You'll face them just fine," he said. "You've already faced them a bunch of times and neither of them seemed like I'd tried to take his head off, did they?" Of course they hadn't.
Smirking, Ron raised an eyebrow. "Lavender likes all of me, thanks very much. And you're doing an awful lot of thinking about men's bums for someone who supposedly has no interest in gripping them. So you've been told. Riiight
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She smiled. "No, go ahead and finish your lunch. I don't have a lot to put away that doesn't go straight into the cabinets or the fridge-freezer."
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She was being rather nice to him today. Was she in a good mood for some reason he didn't know, or just because he'd offered to help? He and Hermione had been working their way toward "normal" the past month, since they made up after their big fight. "Okay, I will. Thanks."
As she put away the groceries, Ron continued to eat, his mind returning to what he'd been pondering before she came in. He could've gone on to ask about her shopping trip, or what she did yesterday, but he needed to get his head in the right place for the sweat lodge, so he decided to talk about what was on his mind. "I, um, was just wondering something. Aren't you tired of the juggling act? I mean, with Roger and Cedric?"
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She shook her head and wondered if Auror Robards would consider it justifiable homicide if she just sent one finely aimed AK at Ron. She couldn't believe neither Roger or Cedric had mentioned this to her. They probably thought she'd had Ron ask as some twisted game playing thing. God, she was getting a horrid headache.
"They answered?" She sighed again. "I can't believe they answered. I'd have kicked your skinny arse if you'd asked such personal questions, so I suppose they each get a positive mark for tolerating my insane best friend." She studied him a moment and finally asked, "Who would you pick?"
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Ron knew he was lucky Hermione hadn't sent a curse flying at him for asking questions like that. But someone had to ask. It had been his duty, as Hermione's best friend and effective brother, to ask. Harry couldn't, and she really had no one else who could.
"Yeah, they answered," Ron said. "Both of them. Neither one of them seemed ready to kick my arse, which is not skinny, it's just right." He smirked, then bit his lip and motioned her to come join him at the breakfast bar. "Sit down, please, and I'll explain who I would pick?"
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"Your arse is skinny, Weasley. If Lavender has said it's just right, she's merely placating you. That means humoring you," she explained, smiling slightly as she walked over to join him at the breakfast bar. "It's bony, and men's bums should be curved and tight and have a little something to grip. Or so I've been told."
"Now, explain before I decide that you'd look lovely with pink hair and polka dots."
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Smirking, Ron raised an eyebrow. "Lavender likes all of me, thanks very much. And you're doing an awful lot of thinking about men's bums for someone who supposedly has no interest in gripping them. So you've been told. Riiight ( ... )
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