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May. 25th, 2015 11:54 pmHermione had been right.
She nearly always was, and Ron might have found it annoying if he hadn't began to find it one of the things he loved the most about Hermione only a few years after they'd known each other. And when it came to setting aside an entire day to make sure they'd gotten everything ready for the baby, Ron was convinced it was one of the better ideas she'd had recently.
The crib had come with a set of instructions, had called for something called a gratchet and a some sort of driver. But with a few waves of his wand, the pieces slotted and fit themselves together, actually resembling something pretty close to what it'd looked like on the box.
Whether or not it was actually sturdy was another matter entirely.
"At least it looks like it's supposed to," Ron said, standing back to admire his wand-work.
She nearly always was, and Ron might have found it annoying if he hadn't began to find it one of the things he loved the most about Hermione only a few years after they'd known each other. And when it came to setting aside an entire day to make sure they'd gotten everything ready for the baby, Ron was convinced it was one of the better ideas she'd had recently.
The crib had come with a set of instructions, had called for something called a gratchet and a some sort of driver. But with a few waves of his wand, the pieces slotted and fit themselves together, actually resembling something pretty close to what it'd looked like on the box.
Whether or not it was actually sturdy was another matter entirely.
"At least it looks like it's supposed to," Ron said, standing back to admire his wand-work.
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Sep. 30th, 2014 01:49 amThe days lately, seemed a bit longer than they used to. It wasn't that there had been more arrests or calls that he and his partner had to take on, but he spent a good portion of the day mostly waiting for when he'd get to go home. It wasn't the same as it'd been when he was an Auror; sure he'd been keen on the days' end often there as well, but this was different.
It was the sort of thing that made him wonder whether or not staying with the police was really the best thing, in the long run. He knew it was mental, but he felt like he was missing out on things, all the hours they were making him put in since he'd come back from having time off after the wedding.
There was a coffee cart out front of the station, and Ron had gone out to see about getting a cup of tea, mostly as something to break up the day, only he found himself stuck on which were the right coins once the time came to pay. Ages in Darrow, and Ron still hadn't managed to get the currency right. He was holding up the line, he'd noticed, and the man waiting on his money seemed to be growing impatient, tapping his fingers loudly on the car.
"Sorry, but d'you know which one of these is one dollar?" Ron asked the man behind him in line, holding out a hand-full of coins of various sizes.
It was the sort of thing that made him wonder whether or not staying with the police was really the best thing, in the long run. He knew it was mental, but he felt like he was missing out on things, all the hours they were making him put in since he'd come back from having time off after the wedding.
There was a coffee cart out front of the station, and Ron had gone out to see about getting a cup of tea, mostly as something to break up the day, only he found himself stuck on which were the right coins once the time came to pay. Ages in Darrow, and Ron still hadn't managed to get the currency right. He was holding up the line, he'd noticed, and the man waiting on his money seemed to be growing impatient, tapping his fingers loudly on the car.
"Sorry, but d'you know which one of these is one dollar?" Ron asked the man behind him in line, holding out a hand-full of coins of various sizes.
He was supposed to give a speech.
Maybe it wasn't not a speech exactly, but he knew he was supposed to say something on Saturday, when he and Hermione got up in front of friends and family— though not as much family as Ron thought there'd be when this eventually happened— and got married.
He was rubbish at this stuff.
Reports when he was an Auror and when he'd had them for homework at Hogwarts... those had been the worst parts of all. He'd managed to skirt by in school by getting answers out of Hermione when he could, and he'd had a stack of overdue reports as long as his arm on his desk before he'd ended up in Darrow, so his track record with them wasn't particularly good.
This though, Ron wanted it to be something special. It wasn't every day you got married, and he wanted to make sure what he said on Saturday was perfect.
Sat at a picnic table in the park, Ron had managed about three words before he wanted to bin the bit of paper he was writing on. It wasn't good enough. Maybe he wasn't good enough. It'd crossed his mind a few times since Hermione had accepted his proposal, but stuck there with only a few words on the piece of paper in front of him, he couldn't push away a feeling in his gut that Hermione'd think better of it and decide it wasn't worth it after all.
"Bloody hell," Ron said, and crumpled up the paper shutting his eyes as he scrubbed one hand through his hair. He needed to pull himself together.
Maybe it wasn't not a speech exactly, but he knew he was supposed to say something on Saturday, when he and Hermione got up in front of friends and family— though not as much family as Ron thought there'd be when this eventually happened— and got married.
He was rubbish at this stuff.
Reports when he was an Auror and when he'd had them for homework at Hogwarts... those had been the worst parts of all. He'd managed to skirt by in school by getting answers out of Hermione when he could, and he'd had a stack of overdue reports as long as his arm on his desk before he'd ended up in Darrow, so his track record with them wasn't particularly good.
This though, Ron wanted it to be something special. It wasn't every day you got married, and he wanted to make sure what he said on Saturday was perfect.
Sat at a picnic table in the park, Ron had managed about three words before he wanted to bin the bit of paper he was writing on. It wasn't good enough. Maybe he wasn't good enough. It'd crossed his mind a few times since Hermione had accepted his proposal, but stuck there with only a few words on the piece of paper in front of him, he couldn't push away a feeling in his gut that Hermione'd think better of it and decide it wasn't worth it after all.
"Bloody hell," Ron said, and crumpled up the paper shutting his eyes as he scrubbed one hand through his hair. He needed to pull himself together.
now or never
Jul. 30th, 2014 03:08 amIt wasn't something he'd decided to do on a whim, Ron was sure of at least that much. It'd been a stray thought for ages back home, though he'd never thought that the time was right. Both he and Hermione were nearly always busy, him with Auror assignments and her with Ministry work, and he couldn't imagine either of them would have the time for it just yet.
Though, it'd been a long time since Ron had realized that, inevitably, this was in the cards for them. He couldn't imagine himself with anyone else, and didn't ever want anyone else. It'd been Hermione from the start, really, and it always would be.
He'd found a muggle shop on the day he'd graduated Darrow's police academy, sometime before the ceremony, before Hermione had turned up. Months now, and Ron thought he'd finally worked out how the muggle money worked, but that didn't mean he had much of it. The bit he'd saved since arriving in Darrow wasn't enough, and he wasn't really being paid well. But the shopkeeper had given him the brilliant option to take a ring now and pay it off later, and Ron had taken him up on it.
Because now there was time, wasn't there? At least, right now there was. He couldn't know how long it'd be until one of them disappeared or got sent home or whatever happened to people when they weren't in Darrow anymore.
This was the moment, wasn't it?
Only, once Ron had the ring in his pocket, he hadn't been able to pluck up the nerve to do what he'd been dead set on once he'd bought it. And now it'd been over a week with it, barely managing to keep Hermione from finding it in the pocket of his trousers.
It was stew for dinner tonight, which Ron managed to have mostly done before Hermione came home from The Lamplight. It reminded him of potions back at Hogwarts no matter how many times they had it, though at least there wasn't much of a chance he'd accidentally poison either of them.
But waiting for her to come home, Ron suddenly wished he'd done something more special.
Tonight felt like it might be the night.
Though, it'd been a long time since Ron had realized that, inevitably, this was in the cards for them. He couldn't imagine himself with anyone else, and didn't ever want anyone else. It'd been Hermione from the start, really, and it always would be.
He'd found a muggle shop on the day he'd graduated Darrow's police academy, sometime before the ceremony, before Hermione had turned up. Months now, and Ron thought he'd finally worked out how the muggle money worked, but that didn't mean he had much of it. The bit he'd saved since arriving in Darrow wasn't enough, and he wasn't really being paid well. But the shopkeeper had given him the brilliant option to take a ring now and pay it off later, and Ron had taken him up on it.
Because now there was time, wasn't there? At least, right now there was. He couldn't know how long it'd be until one of them disappeared or got sent home or whatever happened to people when they weren't in Darrow anymore.
This was the moment, wasn't it?
Only, once Ron had the ring in his pocket, he hadn't been able to pluck up the nerve to do what he'd been dead set on once he'd bought it. And now it'd been over a week with it, barely managing to keep Hermione from finding it in the pocket of his trousers.
It was stew for dinner tonight, which Ron managed to have mostly done before Hermione came home from The Lamplight. It reminded him of potions back at Hogwarts no matter how many times they had it, though at least there wasn't much of a chance he'd accidentally poison either of them.
But waiting for her to come home, Ron suddenly wished he'd done something more special.
Tonight felt like it might be the night.
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Apr. 16th, 2014 10:09 pmIt's not that Ron didn't like The Lamplight. It was brilliant, and in a lot of ways, it reminded him of his brother's shop back home. He'd actually considered going to help out there after the war, but they'd needed people to help out in the Auror department, and Ron had sort of fallen in there once Harry'd decided he wanted to do it as well.
The work was hard, harder than Ron thought it'd be once You-Know-Who had been defeated; it had seemed like there was an endless line of nutters who thought they could be the next Dark Lord. Even years later, they were still rooting them out. But as it went, Ron didn't mind the work, and he was actually alright at it. And even with as much whinging as he did about the paperwork that came with being an Auror on a regular basis, he enjoyed it. And even only having been in Darrow for a few weeks, he was starting to find that he missed it.
The idea'd only come to him walking about in town that day, when he'd come across a flier.
DARROW POLICE ACADEMY
NOW SEEKING RECRUITS
Muggle law enforcement wasn't the same as being an Auror, and he wouldn't get to use magic for any of it— which seemed completely mental to him— but it was probably as close as he'd be able to get for as long as he and Hermione were in Darrow. And it was starting to seem like they'd be there for a while, at least as long as Remus was. It wouldn't be so easy as just going home for him like it would be for him and Hermione if she ever worked out how. He'd begun to wonder if it was time for him to settle more into life in Darrow, though even now, with the flier and a pamphlet he'd picked up on the kitchen table in the Nook, he hadn't decided if it was a good idea.
Putting the kettle on, he pulled out his wand to light the stove. It seemed like the thing to do while trying to work this all out in his head.
The work was hard, harder than Ron thought it'd be once You-Know-Who had been defeated; it had seemed like there was an endless line of nutters who thought they could be the next Dark Lord. Even years later, they were still rooting them out. But as it went, Ron didn't mind the work, and he was actually alright at it. And even with as much whinging as he did about the paperwork that came with being an Auror on a regular basis, he enjoyed it. And even only having been in Darrow for a few weeks, he was starting to find that he missed it.
The idea'd only come to him walking about in town that day, when he'd come across a flier.
NOW SEEKING RECRUITS
Muggle law enforcement wasn't the same as being an Auror, and he wouldn't get to use magic for any of it— which seemed completely mental to him— but it was probably as close as he'd be able to get for as long as he and Hermione were in Darrow. And it was starting to seem like they'd be there for a while, at least as long as Remus was. It wouldn't be so easy as just going home for him like it would be for him and Hermione if she ever worked out how. He'd begun to wonder if it was time for him to settle more into life in Darrow, though even now, with the flier and a pamphlet he'd picked up on the kitchen table in the Nook, he hadn't decided if it was a good idea.
Putting the kettle on, he pulled out his wand to light the stove. It seemed like the thing to do while trying to work this all out in his head.
[For Bill] Backdated to early July
Aug. 1st, 2011 03:09 amMaybe the worst thing about all of this was that there was no one to talk to about it.
Not that Ron particularly wanted to talk to anyone about the fact that his best mate had walked in on him and his girlfriend naked, but he hadn't been able to shake the feeling that things had gotten bloody weird between all of them since. Even being happy about what he and Hermione had finally worked up to doing had taken a backseat to trying not to feel weird around Harry whenever the three of them were in the hut together. It was mental, it was.
So after realizing that he couldn't really talk to Harry or Hermione or Ginny or-- why had he even considered it-- Luna about it, Ron had gone in search of Bill. At least he knew there was at least a small chance he wouldn't take the piss like his other brother's might have if they were there.
Hopefully, anyway.
Not that Ron particularly wanted to talk to anyone about the fact that his best mate had walked in on him and his girlfriend naked, but he hadn't been able to shake the feeling that things had gotten bloody weird between all of them since. Even being happy about what he and Hermione had finally worked up to doing had taken a backseat to trying not to feel weird around Harry whenever the three of them were in the hut together. It was mental, it was.
So after realizing that he couldn't really talk to Harry or Hermione or Ginny or-- why had he even considered it-- Luna about it, Ron had gone in search of Bill. At least he knew there was at least a small chance he wouldn't take the piss like his other brother's might have if they were there.
Hopefully, anyway.
[Dated to April 14]
Apr. 23rd, 2011 11:51 pmRon would never admit to being bored on the island. After what they'd all gone through back home, and then again as the island had convinced them that they were all back at Hogwarts through it's own special kind of magic, it seemed wrong to think at all. Most of the time, he was glad for how dull things were; Voldemort was gone, there were no more Horcruxes to find and in the end, he'd never even had to worry about N.E.W.T.s.
On the other hand though, there was no magic on the island, no Quidditch, and though Bill was around, he missed the rest of his family.
Ron was still trying not to think about what'd happened to Fred.
That day, he'd mostly been wandering when he came upon the waterfall, where he bent over grabbed a stone and skipped it across the surface of the water. It likely wouldn't do much to help his boredom, but it was something.
On the other hand though, there was no magic on the island, no Quidditch, and though Bill was around, he missed the rest of his family.
Ron was still trying not to think about what'd happened to Fred.
That day, he'd mostly been wandering when he came upon the waterfall, where he bent over grabbed a stone and skipped it across the surface of the water. It likely wouldn't do much to help his boredom, but it was something.
[For Hermione]
Feb. 15th, 2011 12:29 amThe candy had been a mistake.
Ron's stomach had felt as though it was tied in knots from the moment he'd woken up, as bloody ridiculous as it might have been. It was just a date, people went on dates all the time. Harry had told him just to be himself, that everything would be fine, but he still felt as though this was going to go spectacularly wrong. This was Hermione, after all, not just some other girl. He'd known her since they were eleven.
Perhaps because of his nerves that day, Ron had eaten perhaps a bit too much of the candy on the island. But it wasn't as if he could be blamed; there was LOADS of it, and it'd been months now since he'd had any. And now, after having had so much candy, Ron was impossibly sick to his stomach. Canceling, however, wasn't an option. That was, unless he wanted Hermione pissed off with him for the rest of their lives. She was nearly as scary as his mum when she was angry.
He stood outside of her classroom, waiting for it to let out, and played with a loose thread on the hem of his shirt, mostly hoping that he didn't look as sick as he felt.
Ron's stomach had felt as though it was tied in knots from the moment he'd woken up, as bloody ridiculous as it might have been. It was just a date, people went on dates all the time. Harry had told him just to be himself, that everything would be fine, but he still felt as though this was going to go spectacularly wrong. This was Hermione, after all, not just some other girl. He'd known her since they were eleven.
Perhaps because of his nerves that day, Ron had eaten perhaps a bit too much of the candy on the island. But it wasn't as if he could be blamed; there was LOADS of it, and it'd been months now since he'd had any. And now, after having had so much candy, Ron was impossibly sick to his stomach. Canceling, however, wasn't an option. That was, unless he wanted Hermione pissed off with him for the rest of their lives. She was nearly as scary as his mum when she was angry.
He stood outside of her classroom, waiting for it to let out, and played with a loose thread on the hem of his shirt, mostly hoping that he didn't look as sick as he felt.
Debut [Dated to Jan 5th]
Jan. 5th, 2011 11:42 pm"I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All that you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible..."
He was chilled to the bone, hair still wet from the pond and plastered to his forehead, still dripping in his face from where it hadn't had a chance to properly dry yet. He'd started shaking without realizing it, and while it was partially from the cold, there was no mistaking that it wasn't the only reason. The sword shook in his hands and he tried to steady it, tried to focus. The sword had come to him, Harry had said he was the one who was supposed to do this... so why was it so bloody difficult? Why hadn't he so much as moved yet?
The locket hissed at him, was talking to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off it. Somewhere in the background, Harry was shouting, but it was muted, like his ears were filled with cotton and only the voice from the locket was powerful enough to penetrate.
Two ghostly, familiar figures emerged from the locket, only vapor at first, but very quickly taking form as something else. As someone else. Harry. Hermione. Together. Better without him. Maybe he shouldn't have come back at all. They hadn't come looking for him, had they? They'd been fine without him around. She was the cleverest person he'd ever met and he was Harry Potter. What would they ever need him for?
"Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence... We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption--"
"Your mother confessed that she would have preferred me as a son. Would be glad to exchange..."
Ron's arms dropped at his sides, the point of the sword hitting the hard earth with a quiet thump that he didn't even notice. They were laughing at him now, both of them. His best friends. No. Not his best friends. It was harder to remember that now than it should have been, that the two figures from the locket weren't them. Ron's grip tightened around the sword as he tried to muster up the strength to raise it over his head again. He couldn't take his eyes off the locket. He couldn't will his arms to move.
"Who wouldn't prefer him, what woman could take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him," the false Hermione said, in a voice not like Hermione's at all, and suddenly she and the false Harry were embracing, kissing, a visible recreation of some of Ron's worse thoughts. He'd never told either of them what he suspected, not until that night he'd left them, but the locket had put an end to all that. And now those thoughts that he'd pushed away and told himself were bollocks were right there in front of him. Real and horrible, solid and awful and he couldn't take his eyes off of it.
Ron's heart dropped in his chest then, and he felt an even worse chill run through him, if that was at all possible. No. This wasn't them. It wasn't them at all. Ron wasn't sure what it was that finally pulled him out of whatever trance the locket put him in-- maybe it was the snake-like way the false Harry and false Hermione's arms embraced each other, maybe it was Harry shouting his name finally sounding as clear as it should-- but in an instant, the sword was over his head again and he lunged, striking the locket as hard as he could. The force of the blow, or perhaps, the force of the thing inside the locket, pushed him back, and Ron fell onto the hard Earth with enough force that he shut his eyes.
When Ron opened them again, he didn't recognize the patch of woods he was in anymore. He'd fallen back into snow and all his things had scattered. He came to his feet, wiping his eyes with the back of one hand, though he didn't remember crying in the first place. He must've disapparated somehow when he destroyed the locket, because it was sitting in the snow a few feet away from him, blackened and broken, silent again.
"Blimey," Ron breathed, catching his breath and feeling his heart finally slow down, "Alright, Harry?"
But there was no answer. The woods were silent again now, and he was alone, just like before he'd found Harry. Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out the Deluminator, clicking it once and hoping for the ball of light again. When nothing happened, he clicked it twice more and then eventually stuffed it back into his pocket. Bloody thing must have broken somehow, or maybe the pond had ruined it.
Ron set about gathering his scattered things in the snow. He put the broken locket in the pocket of his coat, his rucksack on his back and held the sword in one hand, his wand at the ready in the other.
He'd lost Harry and Hermione once before and he wasn't about to lose them again.
He was chilled to the bone, hair still wet from the pond and plastered to his forehead, still dripping in his face from where it hadn't had a chance to properly dry yet. He'd started shaking without realizing it, and while it was partially from the cold, there was no mistaking that it wasn't the only reason. The sword shook in his hands and he tried to steady it, tried to focus. The sword had come to him, Harry had said he was the one who was supposed to do this... so why was it so bloody difficult? Why hadn't he so much as moved yet?
The locket hissed at him, was talking to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off it. Somewhere in the background, Harry was shouting, but it was muted, like his ears were filled with cotton and only the voice from the locket was powerful enough to penetrate.
Two ghostly, familiar figures emerged from the locket, only vapor at first, but very quickly taking form as something else. As someone else. Harry. Hermione. Together. Better without him. Maybe he shouldn't have come back at all. They hadn't come looking for him, had they? They'd been fine without him around. She was the cleverest person he'd ever met and he was Harry Potter. What would they ever need him for?
"Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence... We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption--"
"Your mother confessed that she would have preferred me as a son. Would be glad to exchange..."
Ron's arms dropped at his sides, the point of the sword hitting the hard earth with a quiet thump that he didn't even notice. They were laughing at him now, both of them. His best friends. No. Not his best friends. It was harder to remember that now than it should have been, that the two figures from the locket weren't them. Ron's grip tightened around the sword as he tried to muster up the strength to raise it over his head again. He couldn't take his eyes off the locket. He couldn't will his arms to move.
"Who wouldn't prefer him, what woman could take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him," the false Hermione said, in a voice not like Hermione's at all, and suddenly she and the false Harry were embracing, kissing, a visible recreation of some of Ron's worse thoughts. He'd never told either of them what he suspected, not until that night he'd left them, but the locket had put an end to all that. And now those thoughts that he'd pushed away and told himself were bollocks were right there in front of him. Real and horrible, solid and awful and he couldn't take his eyes off of it.
Ron's heart dropped in his chest then, and he felt an even worse chill run through him, if that was at all possible. No. This wasn't them. It wasn't them at all. Ron wasn't sure what it was that finally pulled him out of whatever trance the locket put him in-- maybe it was the snake-like way the false Harry and false Hermione's arms embraced each other, maybe it was Harry shouting his name finally sounding as clear as it should-- but in an instant, the sword was over his head again and he lunged, striking the locket as hard as he could. The force of the blow, or perhaps, the force of the thing inside the locket, pushed him back, and Ron fell onto the hard Earth with enough force that he shut his eyes.
When Ron opened them again, he didn't recognize the patch of woods he was in anymore. He'd fallen back into snow and all his things had scattered. He came to his feet, wiping his eyes with the back of one hand, though he didn't remember crying in the first place. He must've disapparated somehow when he destroyed the locket, because it was sitting in the snow a few feet away from him, blackened and broken, silent again.
"Blimey," Ron breathed, catching his breath and feeling his heart finally slow down, "Alright, Harry?"
But there was no answer. The woods were silent again now, and he was alone, just like before he'd found Harry. Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out the Deluminator, clicking it once and hoping for the ball of light again. When nothing happened, he clicked it twice more and then eventually stuffed it back into his pocket. Bloody thing must have broken somehow, or maybe the pond had ruined it.
Ron set about gathering his scattered things in the snow. He put the broken locket in the pocket of his coat, his rucksack on his back and held the sword in one hand, his wand at the ready in the other.
He'd lost Harry and Hermione once before and he wasn't about to lose them again.
