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01 August 2007 @ 03:39 pm
:: He Wasn't - pt. 2 ::  
Title: He Wasn’t
Ship: Ron/Hermione, who else?
Rating: R-ish because I always thought HP need a little cursing
Disclaimer: JKR has given us seven books of PHENOMENAL writing. She is an inspiration – showing how a pen, some paper, and imagination can change the world. It’s bittersweet to see that HP has come to an end… even though that will never ever really be true. I’m thankful to be given the chance to play in this wonderful realm that she has created. And…God bless her for giving the women of the world Ron Weasley.
Excerpt: He wasn’t. – He wasn’t supposed to be there. He wasn’t supposed to be looking at her so utterly concerned. He wasn’t supposed to be her protector. He wasn’t supposed to be drying the tears that he hadn’t caused. He wasn’t supposed to be drying the ones that he had. – He wasn’t.” // an HBP missing moment, the night of Slughorn’s Christmas party…

Wracking sobs wrenched free from her throat. Air rushed into her lungs like she had broken the surface after being underwater for far too long. It seemed that all at once, every emotion was pouring out of her in the form of salty liquid. A bleak, unintelligible sound came from Ron, and then suddenly, she was flying from the bed, nearly knocking him on his haunches in the process. Her body shook, her face burned, and her voice quivered. With her back facing him, Hermione pleaded for the tears to stop. They were drowning her thoughts, drowning her. She peeled damp fingers away from her face and demanded herself to breathe. In. Out. In. Out…
Meanwhile, Ron was lost. A wizard on a deserted island with a hole in his rowboat and a broken wand, lost. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say. Everything that seemed right only served to make things worse. He was ashamed to admit that over the years, he had caused Hermione to cry a fair number of times, but it was never like this. This wasn’t a half-concealed sniff and a few rogue tears. This was all consuming, and it scared him to his wits end. He wished she was screaming. Her anger was something he could handle. It was familiar ground. They’d row until one of them stormed out. Then a few days later, they’d apologize, or they would forget the row ever happened. But she wasn’t screaming, she was crying, and it was killing him.
Finally ready to admit defeat, he took a step towards the door, thinking maybe it would be better if he wasn’t the person to deal with this. Maybe these last few weeks had fractured their friendship too much, and she wasn’t comfortable confiding in him anymore. He’d send Ginny up here to find out what happened. She was almost as good as his Mum at comforting. Yeah, Gin would be good. She’d hug her and smooth her hair, he thought, and his fingers twitched at the idea. If he was totally honest, something else twitched at the notion of his arms being wrapped around Hermione’s waist and her wild hair surrounding him. His face colored, and Ron was glad for a split second that she hadn’t been facing him.
If Ginny wouldn’t come, then he would send Harry. Admittedly, he wasn’t the best choice, but he also wasn’t the worst. Harry was accustomed to silence, almost too accustomed. When you were in a room with him, the silence could stretch on and on until you opened your mouth to fill it. Harry had this unnerving way of making people talk without even realizing it. So, Harry would come and sit and say nothing, leaving Hermione be until she started to analyze aloud, or Ginny would know the perfect thing to say and little by little pry her to open up. Either way, it was better than him continuing to make her cry.
Ron took another step forward, and the floor squeaked in protest against his weight. Turning his head over his shoulder, his eyes started to take one last glimpse of her before he slipped out the door when she changed everything.
“It was me,” she spoke in a small voice as another shudder took hold over her body. “It was my fault. Mine, yours, and Harry’s,”
“Me and Harry?” he asked incredulously. Ron could understand why she was upset with him. Things were unsettled between them lately, and if he hadn’t royally buggered things up, he would have been the one at the party with her tonight instead of that wanker. But Harry? He had never once made Hermione cry or even be upset. He had frustrated her with his distance and stubborn nature a few times, but it was never anything long lasting. Still staring at the back of her head, he questioned, “What did we do?”
“Nothing?” Ron couldn’t help but repeat her one word reply. He knew Hermione had always been a complex person, but he was beginning to wonder if she had finally gone around the bend one too many times.
“Absolutely, completely, one hundred percent nothing. Six years we’ve all been friends,” she said with a tear. “Not once did you or Harry ever take advantage. No leering glances, no bad-mannered jokes, not even implying that,” her face colored, “that I’m on my period if I ever I get a bit temperamental.”
Ron’s coughed uncomfortably at her words. Personally, he had never suggested it being ‘that time of the month’ because he thought if she had been on her period every time she got moody with him then she would have surely bled to death by now. “I—“ he opened his mouth to explain as the words failed to form on his tongue. He didn’t think he was going to like the way this was heading.
“You two are always the perfect… well almost perfect… gentlemen,” she said over him. She couldn’t let him speak, not yet. “Your mum would be so proud. All these years we’ve been friends, and I’ve just realized that I’ll never be considered as one of the boys, will I? And,” she breathed, “I’m not quite your little sister either.”
What am I to you? she screamed at him in her mind. Wiping away another few tears, she gave him a watery smile. “I’m grateful for you and Harry, I really am. But, I was living with this false sense of security when I didn’t even know it.” Hermione’s hands twisted within themselves as her mind worked to articulate what barely even made sense to herself. “I guess… I guess it’s always shocking for someone to open their eyes and see that they’ve been so naïve.”
Ron could only stare at her. While he didn’t quite understand what she was talking about, her words hit a little too close to home. He had been naïve. Subconsciously, he figured that she would always be there, that she would… wait for him. He had set her in this safe little bubble, untouchable to even himself, while in doing so he let blokes like Krum and McLaggen in from all sides. And I call myself a good chess player, he mused bitterly. Ron realized that not only was he naïve, he had underestimated Hermione. He had accidentally belittled her intelligence, beauty, and passion in thinking that other blokes wouldn’t see what he had seen for years.
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes looking straight into his. “Why am I angry that you’ve treated me with nothing but respect? God, I feel like I’ve gone mad.”
Blimey. A part of Ron felt like he had walked into some bizarre dream. It threw him off balance to see Hermione so… so not put together. It made him want to fix whatever was wrong that much more. “I respect you because I lo—“ he shook his head, “because Harry and I care about you. Sure, we laugh at Seamus’ crude jokes sometimes. It’s because we’re blokes, randy buggers the lot of us are. But you know we’re just running our mouths, yeah? You deserve respect, and any bloke who doesn’t give you that should have his other wand lobbed off with a blunt spoon.”
Hermione’s gaze crinkled at his, er, colorful imagery. But, he looked so earnest standing there, like he’d do anything to make this situation better. She didn’t have the heart or the guts to tell him that he couldn’t, or at least not in his current position. That thought dominoed into another and soon she was asking, “Have you always treated Lavender with respect?”
Ron blinked. He was taken aback by her question. Lavender was the furthest thing from his mind right now. It unsettled him that he had to think about it. “I’ve never treated her with disrespect. I’d never… take advantage.” His words were slow, honest. Tired hands wove through fiery strands. “I could be more private about some things.”
Sock-covered feet carried Hermione back to his bed. Despite all their rows, she never realized how exhausting emotions could be. Her body sunk into the mattress heavily before falling backwards onto her back. “Like having a massive snog in the common room?” she mumbled.
He nodded even though she couldn’t see him. At the start of term never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he would be snogging in full display of all of Gryffindor… although granted, in his wildest dreams a fair lot more than snogging happened, and Lavender wasn’t exactly his co-conspirator. However, none of that factored in the night he had taken up with her. The party had been in full swing, and he had been feeling pretty damn good since they had won the match, so when Lavender had come over to praise him about his Keeping, he hadn’t thought much of it at first. Lavender was nice and was usually talking more often than not. But then she started touching his arm, his shoulder, and batting her wand-curled eyelashes, and he suddenly realized that she hadn’t come over for a quick chat. His insides glowed. He felt good, almost powerful even, and he couldn’t fight the goofy grin that filled his face. Ron could hardly believe it. She was interested, in him.
So really he had been minding his own business sitting in an armchair, toasting his third Butterbeer with Seamus, and Hermione wasn’t around (although he told himself it wouldn’t have mattered if she had been because he was still mad at her for thinking he needed Felix Felicis) when a pretty girl had started to flirt with him. For once in his life he felt like a real bloke. Not someone’s ickle younger brother, or the Boy Who Lived’s poor best mate, but just a bloke that a bird fancied. He was so boggled by that fact that he had found it a little odd at first that Lavender kept stealing not so concealed glances at his mouth. Like a blow to the brain, Ginny’s words pummeled through his head. Harry’s snogged Cho Chang! And Hermione’s snogged Victor Krum, it’s only you who acts like it’s something disgusting…
Ron had to admit that at that moment, disgusting was about the last adjective he would have used to describe snogging. Without thinking or worrying that he had never really done this before and he could be rubbish at it, he had tilted his head up, leaned forward, and closed his eyes. Lavender had taken over the situation from there. He had accepted the weight of her awkwardly climbing into his lap while their lips were still attached, never pausing to consider what would happen tomorrow and never dreaming Lavender would suddenly proclaim to be his girlfriend. He had been immersed in the wicked wonder that was kissing when she finally broke their connection to suggest in his ear that maybe they should go somewhere quieter.
Personally, Ron couldn’t hear anything over the blood roaring in his head, but he couldn’t have scrambled out of that armchair fast enough. He had thought that the first classroom being unlocked was a sign of his further good fortune until he opened the door to see Hermione and Harry on the other side. The look on her face seemed to be the reflection of all the feelings he had been carrying around since he found out that she had been lying about the real status of her and Krum’s supposed non-relationship. For the first and probably only time in his life, it felt good to see her with a look of pain. Silence stretched on as his eyes darted to everything but her. Although he was enjoying the knowledge of her suffering, it was still hard for him to physically look at. It took him seconds to understand that her face mirrored the betrayal he had felt because she was affected by him snogging someone. And, just maybe she meant for them to go to Slughorn’s together as more than mates. Lavender giggled behind him, and Ron knew it was too little, too late. He had already buggered things up, the damage had already been done.
Ron realized he was quickly losing a hold of the situation if he ever really had any semblance of control over it. He didn’t want to be thinking or discussing himself and Lavender. “Yes, we probably could have been more private,” he finally answered, feeling like shite because he did care for Lavender as a person but he didn’t really care for her like a habitual snogging mate should. “I guess that makes me as rotten as McLaggen.”
Hermione’s fallen eyes snapped open. “No, never. Don’t ever say that.”
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then suddenly, Ron was the one kneeling in the center of his bed, with his knees pressed down next her waist, near the middle of her ribs. His face loomed inches above hers, his gaze honest and serious. “What did he do to you Hermione?” His eyes were too much, too intense. They blue pools were surrounding her, smothering her, devouring her. She had to look away.
Ever since she met him, Ron had always worn his heart on his sleeve. Now, staring up at pale skin, brown freckles dotted across a slim nose, and red hair hanging down into clear eyes, Hermione knew that as much as she didn’t want to, she needed to tell him what had happened in order to make them both okay. Right now it didn’t matter that when she went down to the breakfast tomorrow morning, Lavender Brown’s mouth would be attached to his. Deep down, she knew that Ron would never look at Lavender the way he was looking at her right at that moment.
“It started out sort of nice,” she heard herself tell a spot just over his left shoulder, “There were lots of interesting people at the party. Some vastly fascinating vampires, and I managed to meet one of the Weird sisters… so yes, it was nice until Cormac ran into some Quidditch bloke. After that, it was the only thing he found important enough to talk about. “
“But you don’t like Quidditch,” Ron interrupted while privately thinking this was going much better than he thought. Talking was good, talking he could handle. So the git bored her with Quidditch, Harry and I do that twice a week.
“I like Quidditch!” she said, her eyes connecting with his for a moment before fleeting past his gaze again. “I’m just not passionate about it.” Ron grinned, and he thought he saw the corners of her lips turn up in a faint smile. The smile faded, and Hermione inhaled a long breath, coercing herself to continue on with events of the night. “Did you know that since ancient times, Viscum album… mistletoe has been known for its mysterious and magical properties? But kissing under mistletoe didn’t start until Greek festival of Saturnalia. It was supposed to bring you good fortune…”
No wonder everyone thinks you’re a book-ish prude, her inner voice cut in as she trailed off. Little known facts, bits of extraneous history she was good at. It was her equilibrium. It was what kept her balanced when life threw her the unexpected. They both knew she tended to ramble them when she was nervous.
“McLaggen took advantage of all the good fortune?” Ron guessed, cringing. He attempted to save her from actually saying the words. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear them from her lips anyway.
“Tried to,” she amended softly, speaking to the spot on his shoulder once again. “A kiss would have been nice if he hadn’t been so sure that I would have wanted to kiss him. He thought I was playing hard to get. I wasn’t.” Hermione stared at his shoulder until her vision blurred. She had to force herself to resist the urge to look at his face to see if it was shocked or tinged with jealousy. “I dodged all the sprigs of mistletoe for a while and managed to talk to Harry and Luna for a bit before I asked Cormac if it would be alright if we left.
“He didn’t complain about leaving early and offered to walk me back to Gryffindor.” She sighed. “Looking back on it, that doesn’t seem like much of a gesture.” Hermione closed her eyes and could see Cormac’s smile as they started walking back up the stairs towards the seventh floor. At the time, she had thought it was a nice smile. It wasn’t as broad and it didn’t compel her to want to smile back like Ron’s did, but it had been nice. After all, Cormac McLaggen wasn’t a terrible looking bloke. Yet, what he had in looks he lost in personality, causing Hermione to wonder if she should have asked Zacharias Smith to Slughorn’s party after all. Her inner voice gave an indelicate snort at the thought because here she was alone in a room with Ron, lying on his bed, for Pete’s sake, with him less than a foot away, and she was thinking about Zacharias Smith. It was a wonder right now that she could think at all.
Hermione had been quiet for a while, and Ron was waiting for the other knut to fall. He knew McLaggen had done something to her, he could feel it. Tears still clung to the ends of her dark lashes, and he wanted to reach out and wipe them away but was afraid she would bolt from the bed again if he tried. “He told me that he had a nice time at the party and that I had looked really pretty so when he reached to hold my hand I decided to let him,” she said, and Ron’s hand clenched around the thigh of his jeans because he couldn’t remember the last time he had held her hand.
Hermione could feel her heartbeat accelerate involuntarily. No, no, no, she thought, we got to this part way too fast. The tears were back, hot and fast down her face. She felt as Ron shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his mouth opening to say something… “W—We got to the fifth floor where you have to walk down the hall to change staircases to go up to the common room.” She stammered to explain. “You know, the corridor I make you check twice on rounds because of all the broom cupboards. We were the only ones up there, and there was mistletoe hanging about halfway down. Cormac grasped my waist.” Her breath hitched. “I told him stop, tried to push him away. His hand moved up, kept rising, and he smiled at me… I d-didn’t like his smile anymore.” A sob escaped her throat, “I stood there.” 
“H—He, h-he,” blue eyes impossibly wide, ears burning from embarrassment and anger, vague, awkward hand movements somewhere near the front of his chest, words frozen in the distance between his brain and throat, Ron could feel the blood draining from his face. And he knew that if he asked, Hermione could explain all the effects of exactly why one’s blood raced from unnecessary extremities to their heart when they were scared.   
“No!” she protested, a little too quickly, a little too loud. Heart hammering in her chest, she furiously wiped away tears. She could feel the heat of her face and knew her blush must be everywhere by now. In. Out. In. Out, she commanded herself to breath, remembering what her father used to tell her to do when she was little and didn’t know how she made the unexplainable happen. She swallowed and attempted to calm her voice. “He just sort of pawed at me a bit.”
Ron felt ill. He didn’t want to be here anymore. Almost wished he didn’t know. It would make every thing so much simpler. A bloke touched Hermione, his brain screamed. A bloke touched Hermione when she didn’t want to him to. His mind couldn’t wrap itself around it. He needed to talk to one his brothers, Bill or Charlie, even the twins if he had too. They’d tell him how to handle this, or get him so incredibly shitfaced that he’d forget his desire to murder Cormac McLaggen. Fuck, when he needed it where was there an ancient cure, a dragon, or a fake wand to shove up that pillocks a…
Another sob escaped Hermione’s throat, tearing his thoughts back to her. “I didn’t even think to use my wand, Ron! I stood there as if I were petrified. When his other hand started to play with my hair, I snapped. I kneed him in the groin and ran.” Both hands moved to cover her face, her words now mumbled. “I’m useless... can’t even handle myself with a seventh year. What about Harry and Voldemort and the prophecy? Death Eaters are going to be throwing Unforgiveables at us, and I’m scared of mistletoe.” A wearily laugh escaped her lips. “Everyone was right, I am just a bookworm. If it’s not school, then I’m rubbish at it. And Cormac, he’s going to tell everyone what a little girl I was.”
Hermione wished for the bed to swallow her whole to shield her from further embarrassment. A part of her was amazed that she was actually having this conversation with Ron, but the majority of her knew he was the only person she could truly tell this to. Harry had enough on his plate without adding her problems to his, and she doubted she would have been able to even get through the entire story without him somehow thinking it was his fault, going manic, or simply dying from sheer embarrassment. Ginny… she was a bit humiliated to talk to Ginny about it. It didn’t matter that Ginny was younger, or that she loved her like a sister, the redhead just had so much more experience with boys in comparison. It was exactly like the prudish Hermione to freeze up the second a bloke tried to touch her. But Ron, he wanted to know what had happened, and to fix it so badly it made her heart hurt a little.
A squeak came from the mattress and then she felt his fingers as they wrapped around her own, pulling her hands away from her eyes. To her surprise, he was grinning… even if it was a little forced. “It’d be just my luck that no one’s around when I get to tell you that you’re wrong. Bloody hell, Hermione, you’re far from useless. You’re brilliant and brave, kind, dead clever… Harry’s and my arses would be lost without you. And the only thing McLaggen and a Death Eater have in common is that they’re both ugly as sin.”
“Don’t swear, Ron,” she said, smiling faintly.   
Ron couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Only she would be worried about something like that at a time like this. He was trying to hold it together for her sake. It would do no good for him to start crying like a poof because someone had tried to take advantage of her. “Hermione, what McLaggen did is inexcusable. It doesn’t make you a little girl for getting scared.” Unwittingly, his eyes flitted over her hair strewn across his sheets, her chest rising and falling. Definitely not a little girl, he thought before chastising himself. This was certainly not the time to be noticing things like that. “Anyway,” he said aloud. “I don’t think McLaggen’s going to being saying anything for a long time.”
Her head popped up, and she struggled for a moment to pull herself up on her elbows. “What did you do?”
“Nothing, I took care of it. I promise that if McLaggen knows what’s good for him, he won’t be bothering you ever again.”
She searched his eyes, seeing if they would give away anything of what happened. “Please tell me you didn’t start a fight with him, Ron. You’re a prefect, and you don’t need to get yourself in trouble because of me.” It was almost funny how neither of them noticed how quickly she forgot about her own problems and started to worry about him.
“You’re worth getting into trouble over. And if it helps, I wasn’t the only one who hit him. Harry did too, and it was right good punch if I say so myself. Did you know Harry could fight?” he asked with a proud, lopsided grin.
He was rewarded with a weak smile. “Sirius taught him a few techniques to use on Dudley.”
Ron laughed and nodded. “Good on him.” They were seated so close to each other, and he could feel the tension in her body. His eyes glanced down to the small sliver of mattress between them, knowing he wouldn’t be able to look at her as he spoke. “I know it doesn’t fix things, but I’m sorry, for happened… for what he did. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there.”
“You’re here,” she said softly, not daring to elaborate. A silence fell over them, and Hermione knew that their conversation was over, and it was okay that it was. She looked down to where he was staring. “Can I stay here?” she asked timidly, a blush gracing her cheeks. “I’ll be gone before Seamus and the others come up, I promise.” She added as the mental image of them finding her here popped into her head.
He nodded. “Stay as long as you like.” His feet then carried him backwards. Instinctively he knew that when she had asked to stay, she meant to be alone.
He had made it halfway to the door when her soft voice stopped him.
“Yeah?” he questioned, turning around.
“Thank you.” Hermione held his eyes as she spoke, trying to extend the moment, wishing it could last forever. As much as she hated herself for it, she knew that if over the holidays there wasn’t some grand announcement of the disembodiment of Won-Won and Lav-Lav. then she’d still be angry at him. In this instant, she could see it in his face that he shared at least some of the feelings she had been harboring for him in secret for years. It would have been one thing if he didn’t like her in that manner and chose someone else – it would be a blow that she would learn to get over with in time. But if he had feelings for her and still picked a different girl, it would shatter her. Especially when that choice included incessant public snogging.
She twisted the sheets in her hands, feeling guilty. Even though her roommate could annoy her from time to time, she really did like Lavender, and Lavender did like Ron. She knew it was wrong to wish the end of someone’s relationship, but she couldn’t help it. Wasn’t there some clause where she was allowed to hate the girlfriend of the boy she’s fancied for years?
With her eyes, Hermione pleaded with Ron to choose. If he fancied her, then she silently begged him to choose her, and if not, then to cut her free. It had been all but killing her to watch them, day in and day out. She knew that if come New Years the snogging spectacle continued, she’d have to do the unthinkable. I’ll have to push him away, she thought sadly, still staring into his concerned eyes. It hurt too much to see him with her, but she would need some time separate from a person she’d been in constant company with since she was eleven, at least until she could once again have a handle over her emotions.
Ron knew that Hermione only said two words, but they seemed to say so much more. Her eyes seemed to bore straight into him and slowly, he walked back to his bed. As he bent to lean over her, Ron knew something had changed between them. Then, in a movement as natural as if he had been doing it everyday for his entire life, he pressed a kiss into her temple. For some reason, it felt much more intimate than any of the kisses he had ever shared with Lavender.
“Happy Christmas, Hermione,” he whispered, smiling at her one last time before exiting the room.
She watched as the door fell shut behind him. Drawing in a deep breath, she murmured, “Happy Christmas, Ron.” 
Punim: whispershyshutterbug on August 2nd, 2007 02:50 am (UTC)
This was just fantastic. It's so multi-faceted...the angst, the romance, the gentle humour, the drama. Extremely well done!
phnxfeather47phnxfeather47 on August 2nd, 2007 03:27 am (UTC)
Thank you so, so much! Squee - first comment! The story has been "in progress" for so long that I'm so estatic to have other people's views now! I'm glad you liked it!!
ViolaceousEuphonia: psychadelic mesnowe on August 2nd, 2007 03:59 am (UTC)
This was a very sweet moment...it makes me wish things had turned out differently after Christmas.
phnxfeather47phnxfeather47 on August 7th, 2007 06:16 am (UTC)
Ah, me too... at least sometimes. Everyone who has read DH - I really did like how they came together at the end. The seven year wait was worth it, the slow progression of Ms. Rowlings throwing us a bone every now and then along with the constant two steps forward and one step back. But really isn't the wait what it's all about? That they cared enough to stick it out? - sorry for the rambings. However in any scenerio Ron maybe could have ended it with Lavender a little sooner to help save the feelings of all involved.
C.: ron/hermionefasttalkingdame on August 2nd, 2007 08:00 am (UTC)
WOW. Just wow. :)
phnxfeather47: whizbangphnxfeather47 on August 7th, 2007 06:17 am (UTC)
Hahaha, thank you!!
sally80_3sally80_3 on August 2nd, 2007 03:30 pm (UTC)
That was great really good.
phnxfeather47phnxfeather47 on August 7th, 2007 06:19 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks ;) I'm happy you thought so!
Impossible Princess: RH: hugdoctors_girl on August 2nd, 2007 04:01 pm (UTC)
This was really beautiful and so IC for both of them. I wish you'd write more missing moments like this, I'd definitely read them.
phnxfeather47phnxfeather47 on August 7th, 2007 06:24 am (UTC)
"IC" - thanks for making me get a big, great smile! This story made me realize that missing moments are lot to take on, but I really enjoyed doing it. Right now I have two post DH idea going on in my head that I want to toy with and trying to get the muse psyched up about them, also trying to convince myself that I can pull them off without cheapening the wonderfulness JK gave us.
(no subject) - doctors_girl on August 7th, 2007 05:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
loony31loony31 on August 2nd, 2007 06:11 pm (UTC)
*sob* Why wasn't THIS in Half-Blood Prince?! Missing moment indeed! I love it, absolutely LOVE it...
*adds to memories*
phnxfeather47: strawberryphnxfeather47 on August 7th, 2007 06:25 am (UTC)
Mems? Oh that makes me feel loved!!! Yay! Thank you and I glad you loved it! *hugs*
Jilltakingtheblade on August 2nd, 2007 07:20 pm (UTC)
I loved it! Ahhh! I'm such R/Hr fangirl. *squee*
phnxfeather47phnxfeather47 on August 7th, 2007 06:27 am (UTC)
Haha, meeee too. Can't you tell? I've learned the embrace it and to not care that when you talk of HP that you sound like a raving crack addict.
abbykalanadiangirl on August 3rd, 2007 12:45 am (UTC)
Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

And might I say that protective and angry Ron is HOT. Wow.
phnxfeather47: whizbangphnxfeather47 on August 7th, 2007 06:31 am (UTC)
Squee, I think the facets of Ron's hotness is never ending!! angry!Ron, protective!Ron, romantic!Ron, lopsidedgrin!Ron, wet!Ron, jealous!Ron, one of my new favorites daddy!Ron, action!Ron, sleepy!Ron.... add infinite.
(no subject) - kalanadiangirl on August 7th, 2007 07:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - phnxfeather47 on August 13th, 2007 06:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
xxx_kc_xxx on August 3rd, 2007 12:58 am (UTC)
this is what I have been looking for since HBP came out! i love jealous!ron and i couldn't believe more people didnt use it with McPrick. I'm saving this to memories for sure! and you should post it on SU.com/Checkmated too!
phnxfeather47phnxfeather47 on August 7th, 2007 06:39 am (UTC)
jealous!Ron - *points up!*

McLaggen was a egotistical manwhore and that's all there is to it. !Squee for mems and double !squee for the SU/CM comment. Checkmated (who I adore) have had a love/hate relationship in regards to this story. It was a little too out of realm for them which I understand but was still sad because I think the plot actually could have happened even if I don't actually think it did happen. Yes... I am talking about the realities of something fictional to begin with. Meds are dispensed at the front counter, haha. I am happy to say that SU (who I also love and learning to adore more by the day) accepted the story a day or two ago. But, I'm also extremely thankful to the wonderful thing known as a LJ comm because all of y'all who wandered here are so sweet and amazing!!
beaucouply: J.K R/Hrbeaucouply on August 3rd, 2007 09:41 am (UTC)
oh I loved it! Serisouly, I the characterisation was prefect...and I just all around loved it!

but isn't Hermione supposed to stay angry at Ron over the christmas holidays?
phnxfeather47: strawberryphnxfeather47 on August 8th, 2007 08:20 pm (UTC)
Y’all pull up a comfty chair because this will probably be a long one.
One of the main reasons I wanted to write this story is because no matter how mad, angry R/H were at each other because of the Lav/Krum snogfest (haha… sorry mental image of L/K together) or any other situation one needed the other so they were they for them. Zip, done, period. As my dad says – end of discussion.

Yes they were mad at each other, felt betrayed by each other. Yes Ron was still covered in canary bites and Hermione was still having her heart smashed into oblivion almost every time she entered the common room. But being that close of friends with someone for six years doesn’t just go away. Fictional or not, it can’t because otherwise the world would be doomed. Like what the cut says, I believe that the bonds of love and friendship are the strongest in the world. And in their case it’s a lot of both.

Not only did Hermione need Ron, she was hurt – even if more psychologically than physically. And what is one of the defining characteristics of Ron, his extreme will of protection. I know that in general life Hermione probably freaked (especially first paraphraph of two) a bit too much over Cormac but no matter what the circumstances is… feeling helpless is one of the WORST feelings in the world and she freaked. She feelings pretty worthless for being the person who put herself in that type of situation and being naïve enough to not even considering something like that could happen to her. Meanwhile Ron had rage beyond belief at Cormac and blames himself because I think in his mind he thinks it’s his fault. If he hadn’t effed up them going to the party together then she would have been fine.

I think there is a 100% chance that Hermione is still mad at him over Christmas because his one night of comfort didn’t erase weeks, months of betrayal with Lavender but still relieved that they still cared for each other after everything . Over the holiday she probably analyzed things to death (as Hermione tends to do and what I probably did a bit with this story) and pushed the good thoughts of this night into the background because she still wanted, needed to be angry at him. But in the realm where this story is true/canon I think that they shared a look the next morning with her face half covered by a book and refusing to talk to him and with him sitting on the couch with Lavender’s arms around that state that the night before was real.

Eek, didn’t mean to go off on a rant, ramble, vent there but as y’all can probably tell – I’m extremely tied to the complexities of this story.
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phnxfeather47phnxfeather47 on August 13th, 2007 06:26 am (UTC)
Thanks! :) I do love me some fic. A part of me wants to think that JK left a huge gap in years because she knows what a huge fanfic base HP has.
---Ailene---: HPDH KISS! animatedtvtaughtmehow on August 4th, 2007 02:09 am (UTC)
That was so awesome to read! I loved it. :)
It made me squee and get a little teary lol.
phnxfeather47: acpphnxfeather47 on February 29th, 2008 03:58 pm (UTC)
Aww, yay! Thanks!

The other day I said squee in an IM and my friend was like what? And I said squee, ya know... the sound of excitement. hahahaha :)
(Anonymous) on August 6th, 2007 02:28 am (UTC)
this was wonderful! ... i was never much of a ron/hermione fan but this was really fantastic and realistic too! ...and it was beautifully written! :D
phnxfeather47: whizbangphnxfeather47 on February 29th, 2008 04:08 pm (UTC)
*smiles* Thank you!! I'm happy you liked it even though you're not a uber, giggling shipper like me.
awalkinthesunawalkinthesun on August 6th, 2007 02:26 pm (UTC)
I can't think of anything to say, I was hooked like you were JKR herself!

As Ron would say; "Bloody brilliant"
phnxfeather47phnxfeather47 on February 29th, 2008 04:10 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Gah, I really don't deserve all the wonderful commments y'all give. I'm so appreciative that y'all like the writing and have that kind of confidence in me!!
Lirazel: [hp] Expresspenny_lane_42 on August 7th, 2007 01:15 am (UTC)
That both broke and warmed my little shippy heart. Nice mixture of angst and fluff--loved it!
phnxfeather47: whizbangphnxfeather47 on February 29th, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it!! :)

And... flangst - it's what for dinner.