Drabble A Day #4
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ficsbydeenasA bit of a sequel to yesterday's drabble......
Ron looked ashen, sick really, and Harry had no idea why.
Hermione'd walked into the room not ten minutes ago and Ron was silent as the dead, something Harry had never witnessed in all the years of their friendship. Ron just kept gaping at her.
"Ron, mate, what's the matter?" he whispered in Ron's ear when Hermione turned away. "Hippogriff got yer tongue?"
"She...she, er...look at her, Harry!" Ron pointed weakly at Hermione, his hand shaking slightly.
"What about her? She looks fine to me. Is she sick?"
Ron shook his head from side to side and before he could say anything, Hermione turned around. She was wearing a typical summer outfit, t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Harry didn't see what Ron was so disturbed about. Harry was just about to say something, when he finally noticed what Ron was referring to. Harry swallowed hard and felt a tight knot in the pit of his stomach. She turned around and ran after Ginny out into the back garden.
"See what I mean? She...she's got...Oh bloody hell, Harry, why'd that happen?"
Harry had known for almost a year now that Ron fancied Hermione on some level, despite all the fighting that they did. And if he wasn't mistaken, Hermione felt the same way, but the girl was much harder to read than Ron.
"Uh, well, uh...Ron, at a certain point in a girl's life--"
"I know that! But they just kinda...POPPED!"
"Er, I hadn't...Damnit Ron, didn't you think they'd...uh, grow?" Harry shifted uncomfortably from side to side and jammed his hands into his pockets. He could feel his cheeks redden, and felt as if he wanted to slap Ron upside the head for bringing this up, thank you very much.
Ron groaned and sunk onto the wooden kitchen chair, staring blankly at the floor. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"See the thing is--"
"Stop! Please! Merlin, if you feel this way after Hermione gets 'em, what're you gonna do when it's Ginny's turn?"
"Pluck out every bloke's eyes in a fifty mile radius!"
...to be continued?
Ron looked ashen, sick really, and Harry had no idea why.
Hermione'd walked into the room not ten minutes ago and Ron was silent as the dead, something Harry had never witnessed in all the years of their friendship. Ron just kept gaping at her.
"Ron, mate, what's the matter?" he whispered in Ron's ear when Hermione turned away. "Hippogriff got yer tongue?"
"She...she, er...look at her, Harry!" Ron pointed weakly at Hermione, his hand shaking slightly.
"What about her? She looks fine to me. Is she sick?"
Ron shook his head from side to side and before he could say anything, Hermione turned around. She was wearing a typical summer outfit, t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Harry didn't see what Ron was so disturbed about. Harry was just about to say something, when he finally noticed what Ron was referring to. Harry swallowed hard and felt a tight knot in the pit of his stomach. She turned around and ran after Ginny out into the back garden.
"See what I mean? She...she's got...Oh bloody hell, Harry, why'd that happen?"
Harry had known for almost a year now that Ron fancied Hermione on some level, despite all the fighting that they did. And if he wasn't mistaken, Hermione felt the same way, but the girl was much harder to read than Ron.
"Uh, well, uh...Ron, at a certain point in a girl's life--"
"I know that! But they just kinda...POPPED!"
"Er, I hadn't...Damnit Ron, didn't you think they'd...uh, grow?" Harry shifted uncomfortably from side to side and jammed his hands into his pockets. He could feel his cheeks redden, and felt as if he wanted to slap Ron upside the head for bringing this up, thank you very much.
Ron groaned and sunk onto the wooden kitchen chair, staring blankly at the floor. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"See the thing is--"
"Stop! Please! Merlin, if you feel this way after Hermione gets 'em, what're you gonna do when it's Ginny's turn?"
"Pluck out every bloke's eyes in a fifty mile radius!"
...to be continued?
