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100 Moments Between Ron and Hermione by Ashlie - Sa13+ Banner by none other than the AMAZING Ama. <3 Thank-you. It's PERFECT. Hello drabblers and readers alike! A long time ago, I tried this, but couldn't keep up. So, I have returned to drabble land to conquer 100 moments shared between Ron and Hermione! (As if my name didn't give you a clue, huh? ;] Hurr hurr!) We'll be spanning time, from Year 1, and into the great beyond! Hoorah! I hope you enjoy as much as I know I'll enjoy writing them! 1. Herbology |
78. Author’s Choice She’s so bossy. And loud. It’s that tone of voice. And her hair. She has a lot of hair. Merlin’s Beard, that’s a lot of hair! It’s so bushy! And check out those front teeth! Is she a beaver? Why is she looking at me like that? Is something on my face? No, no it’s mostly fine – I don’t know why she looks so disgusted. Eurgh to you, too! She’s not exactly a head-turner, herself, you know. She sounds like my mum. Who invited her in? Why is she sitting down? No one asked your opinion, Hermione Granger. Go away! |
8. Potion “You’ll never get it right.” Her voice is short. “You’re supposed to be exact. That’s too much!” “It is not!” Ron shoots back, the tips of his ears red. Even still, he shaves off some of his rounded spoonful of powdered graphorn horn. “Perfection is the key to potions, Ron,” continues Hermione, and it’s her admonishing tone he most dislikes. “One slip up and the whole thing is ruined.” Ron rolls his eyes. “You’re so melodramatic.” To prove it, he tips in extra. The potion turns purple and spills heavy smoke. He daren’t look at her smirking face. |
54. Dare “Okay. I… dare… you… to pick your bogies. And eat them!” Her squawk is nearly a shriek. At her sputtering, he falls over on the bed, holding his sides as he laughs. Hermione, though, does not find this funny. “That is disgusting Ron!” He continues to laugh, rolling around on the bed, and she simmers across from him on her chair. Arms folded across her chest, she casts a look of disgusts his way, but he doesn’t see it for his closed eyes. “Really, Ron! It’s quite childish, too! Also, that is two dares. We can’t use it.” Credit where it is due: Ama gave me the idea for the dare. Hehehehe. |
81. Depression I Want You to Know…” Her cheeks are wet when she wakes; she parts tear-dampened lashes and attempts to catch her breath. She reminds herself: it’s only a dream, but the depressing prospect of never again being with her parents is the elephant crushing her chest. He says nothing, but his hand finds hers in the dark. Their fingers entwine and he offers a reassuring squeeze, which reaches her heart. Though he can’t see it, she smiles. “I miss them,” she whispers and she pictures herself at home, the day they learned she was a witch. No one knew it would eventually come to this. |
17. Cauldron or Why Tutoring Ron is a Pain in the Bum” ”What happened?!” He winces at her shriek and hunkers down, attempting to become small. The stone floor is awash with a purple, bubbling liquid, from which brown smoke rises. It’s the bottom of the cauldron – or the lack thereof – which seems to have sent her into distress. As the foul odor permeates the air, he covers his nose. “I think I messed up,” he offers, wearing a sheepish smile. ”You think?!” “You can fix it! You’re good at it!” He is indignant, offended by her. She sighs. “Let’s try this once more.” He catches a small smile on her face. |
70. Teem It's just That You're My Best Friend” She lays still, so stiff, like a statue. An utterly realistic statue. And it scares him. He’s afraid to look at her laying there, appearing so lifeless. Most unnerving is her open eyes, glassy and empty. Hermione doesn’t even look like herself, paying no attention to anything around them. Ron’s throat is so tight, it’s hard to swallow. He tries anyway. She looks serene, young, vulnerable. Whoever the Heir is, driving muggle-borns from the school is working. Ron’s stomach churns; he’s teeming with an unfamiliar knot in the pit of his stomach. All this worrying is making him feel ill. |
25. Sorting Hat He watches her climb on to the stool, and his fingers cross at once. She sounds smart. Pompous, a bit of a show-off, but she seems intelligent enough. Maybe she’ll be a Ravenclaw. That’s where all the smart, brainy, booky kids wind up, right? With fingers crossed, he hopes and hopes; she can’t be part of his house. His house! Like all the other Weasleys! The very idea of sharing a Common Room with her fists his hands. “Gryffindor!” the hat announces. And while the rest of the Gryffindor table erupts into applause for Hermione, Ron utters a low moan. |
59. Ignore the Giant Squid, Y’know!” Unexpectedly, a girl rounds the corner, and she feels, rather than sees, Ron dart behind her. Within her mind, the image is laughable: gangly Ron trying to hide his lanky form behind her. But she’s slightly annoyed. “You can’t keep hiding,” Hermione chides, though a smile hints on her face. “But it’s much easier this way,” Ron points out, righting himself beside her. She sighs. “Why don’t you just break it off?” “Have you any idea how hard that is? She clings the more I hint it!” “Well, ignoring her is hardly working, is it?” Ron kicks at the ground. |
71. Untie The funeral was harder than expected. Of course George took it harder, but like the other Weasleys, Ron is consumed by shaking sobs. Her arms are secure around him, tight, but he still feels hollow. Fireworks in the sky, a tribute to Fred’s “departure” are reminiscent of fifth year; they don’t cheer him up. He feels strangled. Shaking hands fumble with his tie, jerking it savagely. “This… stupid… tie!” Gently, Hermione removes his hands and undoes the tie for him, before tightening her arms around him once more. Neither says anything; neither needs to say a thing. It’ll be okay. |
2. Muggle Studies DON’T TOUCH THAT PEDAL!” “I press down this pedal thingy, right?” “Yes, Ron, but not—AHHHHHHH! RON! DON’T PRESS DOWN SO HARD! RELEASE!” “THAT WAS BLOODY FAST!” “THAT’S NOT HOW YOU DO IT, RON! Use your breaks. BREAKS. THE OTHER PEDAL!” In the passenger seat, Hermione clutches the side of her seat, eyes on the steering wheel. It’s obvious she wants to take control, but Ron is behind the wheel. Glee is on his face, a stark contrast to the horror evident on hers. “Okay. Good. Now, break over here, Ron. Break! WRONG PEDAL, RON!” Her shriek is drowned out in his uproarious laughter. Credit Where It's Due: Lovely Angie gave me the idea to not only use Muggle Studies, but have Ron learning to drive xD |
76. Zap Spindle's Lick'O'Rish Spiders Later” Her nose is tucked into the spine of her book. Ancient Runes, judging by the weird. Pulling up a chair beside her, he drops in next to her and nudges her awake. “Hey.” He prods her. “You should head up to bed.” A frantic look steals she wakes. Muttering incomprehensibly, she flutters through her book and grabs her discarded quill. A thought occurs to him; from his pocket he withdraws a Shock-o-Choc. “Here.” Hermione doesn’t even look as she accepts, unwraps, and eats the candy. The jolt is loud, a zapping noise, and she jumps in her seat. She’s awake! |
11. History of Magic Is Frowned Upon” How anybody can sleep through History of Magic befuddles her. It’s a fascinating class, really! Listen to them, snoring. They’re not even bothering to hide it. Harry has his book propped up, as if he’s reading, but Ron lays with his cheek pressed against the page, drooling. Drooling! In a History of Magic. While Binns has turned away, she glances at Ron. He snorts and twitches in his sleep. Then she smacks him on the back of the head. He jolts with a cry, flails his limbs as he pulls up, and yells, “Spider!” Even Hermione chuckles with the class. |
96. Socks Appreciate It! (Except Not.)” “What are those?” At Ron’s incredulous tone, Hermione looks up sharply. “What are what?” The tall boy squints and points at Hermione’s knitting needles. A misshapen mass lays in her lap, colored in Gryffindor scarlet and gold. Her own brows knit up, defensive, and before she responds, she purses her lips. “It’s a sock. Or. It will be.” “Yeah? Because it looks a bit like an lumpy intestine.” Hot in the face, she squares her shoulders. “As if you could even do better!” is her cracked retort. Ron laughs and leans against her arm chair. “Practice makes perfect,” he teases. |
89. Past All the Common Room, Too!” There she is, just a few people ahead, with her bush of hair blowing in peoples’ faces. If he drew nearer – which he won’t – he’d probably her hear lecturing them on the proper pronunciation of some incantation. “The whole of Hogwarts, and she’s always around,” Ron groans out the corner of his mouth. “She is in our House,” Harry reminds him, but he wears a grimace. “Seven years,” the red-head moans. He cannot fathom so much time spent around Hermione Granger. He may just go insane. Surely, it will be a most sufferable seven years of misery and bickering grief. |
9. Defense Against the Dark Arts “Think of something happier,” Hermione encourages. “Think of… think of winning the Quidditch Cup!” He tries. In his mind, he pictures the Cup. Lifts it above his head. But a chorus of Weasley is Our King breaks his concentration. His mind travels and a spot on his cheek seems to warm in memory of his first game. Likewise, his chest feels hot, his head dizzy. “Expecto Patronum!” It’s not fully corporeal, but a silver Jack Russel terrier bursts forth and lingers a moment. Harry, Ron, and Hermione jump and cheer; Ron’s stomach shifts a little as he grins at Hermione. |
56. Fight Good Thing Viktor is a Man.” He’s so obtuse, so stupid! And she’s more so, for expecting. Why she even hoped, she can’t remember now, but she just thought… maybe. What does it matter what she thought? Hermione kicks off her heels and doesn’t flinch when they hit the wall. Stupid Ron Weasley. And then he had to go and yell and cause that scene! Anger boils just under her skin and she flings herself into her bed to stifle a sob. The real fool is her, for letting Ron Weasley ruin her night. Viktor was a prince, far more charming than Ron, that’s for sure. |
83. Fearful It’s the unknown that is the worst. It’s the not knowing how to get back, not knowing if they’re safe. It’s the worry he’s ruined everything and they’ll never forgive him. The moment he apparated, he knew he messed up. He didn’t even want to leave! He just wanted to be heard! Lying back, he stares at the ceiling above and his chest curls with fear. If something happens to her – to them – he will never forgive himself. The prospect of sleep feels ludicrous and in lieu of it, he withdraws the Deluminator and clicks it to calm himself. “Ron.” |
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