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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-03-28 01:00 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-03-28 01:00 pm
Silence and Stupidity (Harry/Ron/Hermione, PG)
Title: Silence and Stupidity
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Hermione
Word Count: 449
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Not saying what you think can lead to huge mistakes.
Author’s Notes: Written for March Prompt 3 at Dyno Drabbles on LJ. Drabbles were to include the phrase "The day after."
It was about a week after Harry had, in a fit of drunken passion, agreed to a threesome with Ron and Hermione when he heard from them again. The week without them was excruciating for him, not only because he needed them, but because he had no idea what they were thinking.
Hell, but what was he supposed to expect? How was he going to figure out what they were thinking when he couldn’t make sense of his own thoughts?
So when they called him over, he didn’t know what to think. He just knew he was more anxious than he’d been since they’d moved to Germany, far away from everything that had made their school years, well, what they were.
And when they told him that they were moving back to Britain, near Ron’s parents, all thoughts left his mind as his heart dropped into his stomach.
The room was silent after that. Time ticked by with Ron and Hermione alternately glancing at him and looking awkwardly at the floor.
“When, um,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “When did you decide?”
Hermione looked sad for a moment before she answered, as though she’d promised herself that she’d tell the truth and now she was regretting it.
“The day after.”
***
Ron and Hermione were moody and depressed for a solid week after they moved in next to the Burrow. No matter how people tried, and Merlin knew Molly Weasley tried several times, it was impossible to cheer them.
You see, they hadn’t wanted to leave Harry behind. But after what they’d done, they knew it was the only choice. They were supposed to be the ones that looked after Harry, and now they’d done what everyone else in his life had: taken advantage of him. They had been so guilty that they’d avoided him for an entire week.
Which was why, when Molly arrived at their door again that afternoon, they were so reluctant to open the door. Ron’s mother thankfully hadn’t pressed for explanations, but it was only a matter of time.
Hermione, as she pulled the door open, was ready to launch yet again into her “We’re fine, Molly, I promise” lie when the words caught in her throat. Instead of Molly standing there, it was Harry, and he looked more nervous than she’d ever seen him.
Molly glared at the two of them for a moment and said, “Talk. Now,” before bustling back off toward the Burrow.
Ron joined them quickly, his eyes widening as they caught sight of his best mate, but it was Hermione that spoke. “When did you follow us?”
Harry shrugged with a crooked grin. “The day after.”
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Hermione
Word Count: 449
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Not saying what you think can lead to huge mistakes.
Author’s Notes: Written for March Prompt 3 at Dyno Drabbles on LJ. Drabbles were to include the phrase "The day after."
It was about a week after Harry had, in a fit of drunken passion, agreed to a threesome with Ron and Hermione when he heard from them again. The week without them was excruciating for him, not only because he needed them, but because he had no idea what they were thinking.
Hell, but what was he supposed to expect? How was he going to figure out what they were thinking when he couldn’t make sense of his own thoughts?
So when they called him over, he didn’t know what to think. He just knew he was more anxious than he’d been since they’d moved to Germany, far away from everything that had made their school years, well, what they were.
And when they told him that they were moving back to Britain, near Ron’s parents, all thoughts left his mind as his heart dropped into his stomach.
The room was silent after that. Time ticked by with Ron and Hermione alternately glancing at him and looking awkwardly at the floor.
“When, um,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “When did you decide?”
Hermione looked sad for a moment before she answered, as though she’d promised herself that she’d tell the truth and now she was regretting it.
“The day after.”
***
Ron and Hermione were moody and depressed for a solid week after they moved in next to the Burrow. No matter how people tried, and Merlin knew Molly Weasley tried several times, it was impossible to cheer them.
You see, they hadn’t wanted to leave Harry behind. But after what they’d done, they knew it was the only choice. They were supposed to be the ones that looked after Harry, and now they’d done what everyone else in his life had: taken advantage of him. They had been so guilty that they’d avoided him for an entire week.
Which was why, when Molly arrived at their door again that afternoon, they were so reluctant to open the door. Ron’s mother thankfully hadn’t pressed for explanations, but it was only a matter of time.
Hermione, as she pulled the door open, was ready to launch yet again into her “We’re fine, Molly, I promise” lie when the words caught in her throat. Instead of Molly standing there, it was Harry, and he looked more nervous than she’d ever seen him.
Molly glared at the two of them for a moment and said, “Talk. Now,” before bustling back off toward the Burrow.
Ron joined them quickly, his eyes widening as they caught sight of his best mate, but it was Hermione that spoke. “When did you follow us?”
Harry shrugged with a crooked grin. “The day after.”