[For Hermione]
Feb. 15th, 2011 12:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deluminateThe 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.
