Hermione/Ron snippet
Dec. 20th, 2002 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melwilBecause Liz has told me so many times that Ron and Hermione are meant to be. I sat down and I was just writing it . . .
Written straight in here - please excuse spelling disasters
Hermione/Ron
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Her fingernails were painted gold. he wondered when she discovered nail polish, or if one of her muggle friends had painted them for her.
He hated it whenever she returned to him after the holidays. She always seemed different, as if passing herself off as a muggle left a stain that needed washing away. Harry was affected the same way, but less so: he didn't have muggle friends to hang around with.
Her parents dropped her off at his house, coming inside for afternoon tea and waving goodbye as they drove away. He felt her stiffen whenever he reached for her hand and he realised that she hadn't told her parents yet.
That was okay. After all, her parents may not be as happy to let her stay if they knew . . .
He wondered how much of her life she was able to share with her parents. He couldn't imagine her telling them about you-know-who, or about their dangerous adventures. Nor could she tell them about the time she was petrified, or about the things she learnt in her classes, or how she had been written up in a Witches' magazine . . .
He couldn't imagine how hard it was for her to reconcile her magical and muggle lives.
He is staring at her gold fingernails and she hides her hands in the folds of her skirt.
"I'll take it off before we go back to school."
"Where did you get it?"
She shrugged, understanding of how strange her muggle life seemed to those at school. "Patricia had it, she has every colour."
"Why gold?"
"I told her that it was my school colour."
"You should have gotten orange."
She smiled. "Patricia wouldn't have understood about the Chudley Cannons."
"Patricia's a fool."
Well, whadya think? Feedback? Chocolate?
Written straight in here - please excuse spelling disasters
Hermione/Ron
~*~
Her fingernails were painted gold. he wondered when she discovered nail polish, or if one of her muggle friends had painted them for her.
He hated it whenever she returned to him after the holidays. She always seemed different, as if passing herself off as a muggle left a stain that needed washing away. Harry was affected the same way, but less so: he didn't have muggle friends to hang around with.
Her parents dropped her off at his house, coming inside for afternoon tea and waving goodbye as they drove away. He felt her stiffen whenever he reached for her hand and he realised that she hadn't told her parents yet.
That was okay. After all, her parents may not be as happy to let her stay if they knew . . .
He wondered how much of her life she was able to share with her parents. He couldn't imagine her telling them about you-know-who, or about their dangerous adventures. Nor could she tell them about the time she was petrified, or about the things she learnt in her classes, or how she had been written up in a Witches' magazine . . .
He couldn't imagine how hard it was for her to reconcile her magical and muggle lives.
He is staring at her gold fingernails and she hides her hands in the folds of her skirt.
"I'll take it off before we go back to school."
"Where did you get it?"
She shrugged, understanding of how strange her muggle life seemed to those at school. "Patricia had it, she has every colour."
"Why gold?"
"I told her that it was my school colour."
"You should have gotten orange."
She smiled. "Patricia wouldn't have understood about the Chudley Cannons."
"Patricia's a fool."
Well, whadya think? Feedback? Chocolate?
