From A Friend
{{OOC: OMFG after a million years, my computer/internet is finally working well enough to post this. A thousand apologies.}}
Who: Ron and Hermione
When: Evening or afternoon sometime. omfg forever ago. before the dance
Where: The Gryffindor common room
Warnings: None
Ron couldn’t explain why he was nervous, but he really was. It was stupid, really, he was with her all the time, so why should it be weird now? He looked at himself in the mirror in the boy’s dorm and grimaced. His hair was laying just the wrong way and his freckles were especially visible this evening. “Eh, mate. I guess this is as good as it gets.”
He wasn’t even sure why he was so worried about how he looked. It wasn’t as though she thought he was some fabulous model or something. She’d even seen him first thing in the morning half a million times. With his hair a mess and his too small pajamas on. They were good friends, right? So why was the pit of his stomach telling him this was some kind of big deal?
Sighing, he picked up the gift he’d bought her. It was nothing special really, just a necklace he’d seen in Hogsmeade and thought, “I bet she’d like this…” It was wrapped in brown paper and it made him wish he knew more about what girls liked. Don’t they like jewelry, though? But what if it’s ugly?-Why do I even care? She won’t … She probably won’t even wear it.
Ron shook his head, he didn’t even want to think about it. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. And so he started down the stairs down to the common room. He knew he was early, but she would be there already, she was always on time. And sure enough, as he entered the room his eyes landed on the only person in it, his good friend, Hermione Granger.
Hermione was sitting near the fireplace in the common room, as she waited for either Ron or Harry to appear from their own apprioprate rooms. Though she could go up there herself, today she didn't see the need- besides, she was happy here with Crookshanks on her lap.
The large feline purred contently while turning its large head to see someone standing on the landing and made a sound.
Curiously, she looked up and saw Ron descending the stairs with a brown parcel in his hand. She made a mental note about it and tucked it away, before standing up with the ginger cat in her arms. He seemed a little nervous coming to the base of the stairs and she made another note about that as well.
"Ron, what's wrong? You seem really nervous, right now." She crouched down slightly and let the cat go, who gently lept and crept off somewhere to hide.
Great, she noticed. Just what he needed. Ron forced a chuckle, that sounded more like a dying animal. Coughing, he answered he slowly. "Nervous? Haha, nooo way. You must be crazy." Being smooth was exactly one of his best qualities.
It took him a second to remember the gift in his hand, and he blushed before reaching out his hand. "This is for you, Hermione. It's a Christmas... gift?" He felt like his voice was dying, just when he needed it the most. Why did he always get like this when he needed to do anything he felt was important. "I just thought, that since I wont be here on Christmas, I'll give it you now."
He hand shook as he handed it to her. He mentally smacked himself. He gave her a gift every year. Why couldn't he just get a grip on himself? Because you-- he didn't even want to think that. Ever. Besides, Harry she was his best friend, that was like, waking up one day and suddenly realizing that he really liked-- no. It was unthinkable.
She gave him a curious look as he tried to say what he wanted to say before he pushed out the gift to her. She blinked and took the gift as he continued talking and his grip began shaking. Really, what was wrong with him today?
Maybe its something he ate. She had his gift already, she had gotten it just before she had met up with them all at Diagon Alley. Looking at the gift and slightly turning it to see anything tell tale, she looked at Ron.
"Why...thank you Ron." She brought it close and held it with both hands. "Do you want me to open it now?"
Maybe he was nervous over the gift? The thought jolted her and she gripped it a little tighter before easing up. Maybe what she had gotten him at the 'Alley wasn't good enough, if he was this nervous to give her this.
Oh God, oh God. breath, idiot. What was wrong with him? Ron thought the question over and over again, with still no answer. He coughed, he cleared his throat, no words came out. He opened his mouth, then closed it and tried again. "Ifyouwantto. ... It's not really ... that big of a deal. Heh, heh. Just a dumb gift, right? Well, not dumb, I mean I hope you like it, I picked it out just for you. Well, I didn't like, go looking for it, I just kind of saw it and... thought of you?" Rambling. Wonderful.
Half of him wanted her to open it right then, so he could see the look on her face, if she liked it. But what if she didn't? The other half of him wanted to run up to the dorm and sit on his bed, until she completely forgot that it ever happened. Not that he could've run away at the moment, anyway. His legs were as stiff as if someone had just used Locomotor Mortis on him. So he just had to stand there and bite the bullet, and wait.
She nodded and began to open the paper covering the plain box underneath. She crumpled the paper in her hand and moved to open the box. It opened quickly and when she reached inside, she felt something cool. Surprised, she gripped what seemed to be a thin chain and picked it up from the box, the head of the necklace dangling and turning in the air.
Aah, so it really was the gift Ron had been rambling about.
"Why Ron...thank you."
He blushed, turning even redder than normal. Did that mean she liked it? Or was he totally off the mark. But at least the worst of it was over, right? The present was given, and he couldn't exactly take it back now, even if she hated it.
"No problem, do you... like it?" He hoped his face didn't show how badly he wanted her to say that she did. This was so not like him. Getting awkward around Hermione?
She looked at him and smiled, feeling the blood rush to her face. She bit her lip and put the necklace back into the box, unsure of what to say.
What do you say when you receive these type of things anyway?
Oh God, she's not saying anything, she must hate it. He shuffled his feet nervously, waiting for her to say something, but still nothing came. "It's okay if you don't, really. It's just a necklace, after all." Oh how it wasn't just a necklace. It wasn't like all the other ones he'd seen, this one had positively screamed 'HERMIONE' at him as soon as he'd seen it. It wasn't extremely elegant, because that just wasn't her. It was simple silver chain with a small pendulum type thing on the bottom. It was just... her.
He wanted her to say something, anything. Even if all she could say was that it was the ugliest piece of junk she'd ever seen. Just, the silence was killing him. He moved a bit toward the dorm, maybe he could make a run for it, after all...
"Iloveit." It came out rushed and unexpected and she quickly covered it up. "I mean, I really like it Ron. Thank you." She smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear.
Now she needed to find him a new gift now. The old one wouldn't do. She looked at the necklace at the box, really, who knew Ron knew what she liked anyway?
Ron breathed, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. She liked it. In fact, she seemed to like it a lot. He smiled broadly, it was nice feeling, knowing his gift had succeeded. "I'm glad you like it." Really glad, as a matter of fact.
Now calmer, he took a seat by her. "I thought it would look really nice on you." It was the boldest thing he'd said all night, but hey, he was in such a good mood that it had just come out. "You should wear it sometime soon, you know ... if you want." He smiled at her, it was his usual goofy smile, but one with more meaning. And he met her eyes, if only for a second, before looking past her quickly.
She held the necklace in her hand as Ron made the suggestion that she should wear it some time soon, as if in reflex to go along with the blush, her hand closed into a fist around it and she looked down at the floor at loss to what to say. Really, what was she meant to do in these situations? She read books to further expand her horizons in Hogwarts and beyond and cared little for the prattle the other girls would go on and on about the other boys in the school.
But for all her learning she didn't know how to solve this.
She looked at Ron and smiled, inwardly her stomach doing a flop, as she processed the many ways she could handle this without saying the wrong thing or breaking out into a conversation that had nothing (and maybe everything) to do what was happening.
"Well...Ron..." Breathe. "Can you help me put it on?"
Ron was giddy. He took the delicate chain from her and held it carefully in his hands, and slid it around her neck. His hands were still shaking him a bit, and it took him a while to get the clasp to work, but when he did it draped around her collar bones wonderfully.
He moved around to see how it looked. He wasn't disappointed, it looked wonderful on her. It was, as he had thought, her type of necklace. Just something simple, to accent her good features.
"You look beautiful." He sighed, and then quickly looked down at his feet. He wasn't quite brave enough to say that.
She breathed out a sigh and stood up, in the corner Crookshanks looked up, his tail waving in the air before daintily picking himself up and heading for the staircase leading to the girl's dormitory. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she looked to Ron, who looked up at her.
"I have to go right now Ron, I think Crookshanks wants to go back upstairs but I need to be with him incase he tries to attack one of the first year's toads again." She smiled hopefully. "I'll see you later, alright?"
Ron smiled and nodded. He kind of regretted seeing her go, but there was no point in trying to talk her into staying.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hermione!” And watched her go. He stayed standing there for a while longer, just re-thinking over what had just happened. He was content, and after a while he walked up the steps to his own dorm, smiling.
He hadn’t made a fool of himself, after all.
{{sorrysorrysorry}}
Who: Ron and Hermione
When: Evening or afternoon sometime. omfg forever ago. before the dance
Where: The Gryffindor common room
Warnings: None
Ron couldn’t explain why he was nervous, but he really was. It was stupid, really, he was with her all the time, so why should it be weird now? He looked at himself in the mirror in the boy’s dorm and grimaced. His hair was laying just the wrong way and his freckles were especially visible this evening. “Eh, mate. I guess this is as good as it gets.”
He wasn’t even sure why he was so worried about how he looked. It wasn’t as though she thought he was some fabulous model or something. She’d even seen him first thing in the morning half a million times. With his hair a mess and his too small pajamas on. They were good friends, right? So why was the pit of his stomach telling him this was some kind of big deal?
Sighing, he picked up the gift he’d bought her. It was nothing special really, just a necklace he’d seen in Hogsmeade and thought, “I bet she’d like this…” It was wrapped in brown paper and it made him wish he knew more about what girls liked. Don’t they like jewelry, though? But what if it’s ugly?-Why do I even care? She won’t … She probably won’t even wear it.
Ron shook his head, he didn’t even want to think about it. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. And so he started down the stairs down to the common room. He knew he was early, but she would be there already, she was always on time. And sure enough, as he entered the room his eyes landed on the only person in it, his good friend, Hermione Granger.
Hermione was sitting near the fireplace in the common room, as she waited for either Ron or Harry to appear from their own apprioprate rooms. Though she could go up there herself, today she didn't see the need- besides, she was happy here with Crookshanks on her lap.
The large feline purred contently while turning its large head to see someone standing on the landing and made a sound.
Curiously, she looked up and saw Ron descending the stairs with a brown parcel in his hand. She made a mental note about it and tucked it away, before standing up with the ginger cat in her arms. He seemed a little nervous coming to the base of the stairs and she made another note about that as well.
"Ron, what's wrong? You seem really nervous, right now." She crouched down slightly and let the cat go, who gently lept and crept off somewhere to hide.
Great, she noticed. Just what he needed. Ron forced a chuckle, that sounded more like a dying animal. Coughing, he answered he slowly. "Nervous? Haha, nooo way. You must be crazy." Being smooth was exactly one of his best qualities.
It took him a second to remember the gift in his hand, and he blushed before reaching out his hand. "This is for you, Hermione. It's a Christmas... gift?" He felt like his voice was dying, just when he needed it the most. Why did he always get like this when he needed to do anything he felt was important. "I just thought, that since I wont be here on Christmas, I'll give it you now."
He hand shook as he handed it to her. He mentally smacked himself. He gave her a gift every year. Why couldn't he just get a grip on himself? Because you-- he didn't even want to think that. Ever. Besides, Harry she was his best friend, that was like, waking up one day and suddenly realizing that he really liked-- no. It was unthinkable.
She gave him a curious look as he tried to say what he wanted to say before he pushed out the gift to her. She blinked and took the gift as he continued talking and his grip began shaking. Really, what was wrong with him today?
Maybe its something he ate. She had his gift already, she had gotten it just before she had met up with them all at Diagon Alley. Looking at the gift and slightly turning it to see anything tell tale, she looked at Ron.
"Why...thank you Ron." She brought it close and held it with both hands. "Do you want me to open it now?"
Maybe he was nervous over the gift? The thought jolted her and she gripped it a little tighter before easing up. Maybe what she had gotten him at the 'Alley wasn't good enough, if he was this nervous to give her this.
Oh God, oh God. breath, idiot. What was wrong with him? Ron thought the question over and over again, with still no answer. He coughed, he cleared his throat, no words came out. He opened his mouth, then closed it and tried again. "Ifyouwantto. ... It's not really ... that big of a deal. Heh, heh. Just a dumb gift, right? Well, not dumb, I mean I hope you like it, I picked it out just for you. Well, I didn't like, go looking for it, I just kind of saw it and... thought of you?" Rambling. Wonderful.
Half of him wanted her to open it right then, so he could see the look on her face, if she liked it. But what if she didn't? The other half of him wanted to run up to the dorm and sit on his bed, until she completely forgot that it ever happened. Not that he could've run away at the moment, anyway. His legs were as stiff as if someone had just used Locomotor Mortis on him. So he just had to stand there and bite the bullet, and wait.
She nodded and began to open the paper covering the plain box underneath. She crumpled the paper in her hand and moved to open the box. It opened quickly and when she reached inside, she felt something cool. Surprised, she gripped what seemed to be a thin chain and picked it up from the box, the head of the necklace dangling and turning in the air.
Aah, so it really was the gift Ron had been rambling about.
"Why Ron...thank you."
He blushed, turning even redder than normal. Did that mean she liked it? Or was he totally off the mark. But at least the worst of it was over, right? The present was given, and he couldn't exactly take it back now, even if she hated it.
"No problem, do you... like it?" He hoped his face didn't show how badly he wanted her to say that she did. This was so not like him. Getting awkward around Hermione?
She looked at him and smiled, feeling the blood rush to her face. She bit her lip and put the necklace back into the box, unsure of what to say.
What do you say when you receive these type of things anyway?
Oh God, she's not saying anything, she must hate it. He shuffled his feet nervously, waiting for her to say something, but still nothing came. "It's okay if you don't, really. It's just a necklace, after all." Oh how it wasn't just a necklace. It wasn't like all the other ones he'd seen, this one had positively screamed 'HERMIONE' at him as soon as he'd seen it. It wasn't extremely elegant, because that just wasn't her. It was simple silver chain with a small pendulum type thing on the bottom. It was just... her.
He wanted her to say something, anything. Even if all she could say was that it was the ugliest piece of junk she'd ever seen. Just, the silence was killing him. He moved a bit toward the dorm, maybe he could make a run for it, after all...
"Iloveit." It came out rushed and unexpected and she quickly covered it up. "I mean, I really like it Ron. Thank you." She smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear.
Now she needed to find him a new gift now. The old one wouldn't do. She looked at the necklace at the box, really, who knew Ron knew what she liked anyway?
Ron breathed, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. She liked it. In fact, she seemed to like it a lot. He smiled broadly, it was nice feeling, knowing his gift had succeeded. "I'm glad you like it." Really glad, as a matter of fact.
Now calmer, he took a seat by her. "I thought it would look really nice on you." It was the boldest thing he'd said all night, but hey, he was in such a good mood that it had just come out. "You should wear it sometime soon, you know ... if you want." He smiled at her, it was his usual goofy smile, but one with more meaning. And he met her eyes, if only for a second, before looking past her quickly.
She held the necklace in her hand as Ron made the suggestion that she should wear it some time soon, as if in reflex to go along with the blush, her hand closed into a fist around it and she looked down at the floor at loss to what to say. Really, what was she meant to do in these situations? She read books to further expand her horizons in Hogwarts and beyond and cared little for the prattle the other girls would go on and on about the other boys in the school.
But for all her learning she didn't know how to solve this.
She looked at Ron and smiled, inwardly her stomach doing a flop, as she processed the many ways she could handle this without saying the wrong thing or breaking out into a conversation that had nothing (and maybe everything) to do what was happening.
"Well...Ron..." Breathe. "Can you help me put it on?"
Ron was giddy. He took the delicate chain from her and held it carefully in his hands, and slid it around her neck. His hands were still shaking him a bit, and it took him a while to get the clasp to work, but when he did it draped around her collar bones wonderfully.
He moved around to see how it looked. He wasn't disappointed, it looked wonderful on her. It was, as he had thought, her type of necklace. Just something simple, to accent her good features.
"You look beautiful." He sighed, and then quickly looked down at his feet. He wasn't quite brave enough to say that.
She breathed out a sigh and stood up, in the corner Crookshanks looked up, his tail waving in the air before daintily picking himself up and heading for the staircase leading to the girl's dormitory. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she looked to Ron, who looked up at her.
"I have to go right now Ron, I think Crookshanks wants to go back upstairs but I need to be with him incase he tries to attack one of the first year's toads again." She smiled hopefully. "I'll see you later, alright?"
Ron smiled and nodded. He kind of regretted seeing her go, but there was no point in trying to talk her into staying.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hermione!” And watched her go. He stayed standing there for a while longer, just re-thinking over what had just happened. He was content, and after a while he walked up the steps to his own dorm, smiling.
He hadn’t made a fool of himself, after all.
{{sorrysorrysorry}}