“This is going to be weird. What if it doesn’t work out? What if everything hasn’t meant anything to her?”
“Ron, What are you talking about? Hasn’t meant anything to whom?” I stop rambling at the sound of Harry’s voice from across the room; I hadn’t even realized he had come back up.
“Hermione, of course!” Not many would believe it but, Harry, the one who had defeated Voldemort just one month ago, can be extremely dense sometimes.
“Oh. I thought you were going out together tonight; what’s the issue?” Harry looks seriously confused right now, how does he not get it?
“That's the issue. This is our first real date.”
“Not true,” Harry counters, “What about when the four of us went to dinner last week?”
“The four of us, Harry, as in you and Ginny were there and we spent half the time dodging Rita and the rest of the damn Prophet reporters,” I attempt to explain to him. It just wasn’t the same. If we start bickering, we won’t have anyone else there as a buffer.
“Okay, so maybe it is your first official date alone, but you two have snuck away by yourselves a bunch since we got back here at the Burrow. I always see the two of you walking off toward the orchard, and Hermione hates Quidditch, so you must have plenty to talk about.”
With a sigh I see his point. “That’s true, but still, I’m nervous.”
I glance away from the enlarged full-length mirror and down to the pile of clothes at my feet, then over to the pile on the bed. Ugh, what am I suppose to wear? “Gin, Ginny!” I yell across the room in an attempt to get the younger girl’s attention.
“What now, Hermione? I already told you that you look amazing,” Ginny, responds, exasperated.
“I know, but you’re just saying that and I’m nervous!”
“Oh really, you are? I couldn’t tell.” She is always sarcastic, and it is not helpful in the least at the moment.
“I’m sorry, but it is our first official date and who knows how it will go.” I am completely scared out of my mind. This could change everything.
“True, you will probably end up in some huge fight and won’t talk for weeks.”
“Ginny! You are supposed to be making me feel better, not worse.” It’s when she says things like that I can really see how her and Ron are related.
“Yeah, yeah. If I tell you what you want to hear, you just tell me I’m lying and a good friend would tell the truth. When I tell the truth, you tell me that I should lie to you. Want to write down which I should do in what scenarios?”
I know what she means, but we all do it and I really don’t want to deal with this right now, “Very funny, but I don’t have time for this.”
“Yes you do, but I will let you continue stressing yourself out in privacy. Have fun tonight, and try to bring Ron back in one piece if possible.” She smirks at her own joke as she walks out the door of the room we have been sharing for a month now. Now I have to deal with my hair.
“Hermione, you look great.” She really does. It must have taken her hours to get her hair that straight, and I am about to ask her when Mum walks through the kitchen, interrupting my train of thought.
“Have a lovely evening!” Mum exclaims.
“Thank you Mrs. Weasley, we should be back before midnight.” Hermione politely responds. She is too polite and Mum is too nosy.
As soon as Mum is out of earshot I turn to Hermione, “She doesn’t need to know when we are getting back. We will get home when we do.”
“I know, but all the same I think she would be happier and more trusting if she knows,” Hermione reasons.
“I guess. Anyways, are you ready?” I am itching to get out of the house. It seems like we only get out to where we want once a week, what with all the bloody Ministry inquiries.
“Whenever you are.”
I don’t think Ronald has ever been this silent since he learned to talk. We have been sitting at this table in this beautiful Muggle restaurant for almost an hour and we haven’t talked for over half of that.
“How’s the steak?” I have to at least try to break the silence; it is starting to get extremely uncomfortable. Even Ron, Mr. Oblivious, can feel it, which means that it must be pretty bad.
“Great.” Lovely, a one word response. What the hell has changed? For the last month we have done nothing but talk, twenty-four/seven. Now we can do nothing but stare at our plates. Occasionally I will look up at him and catching him doing the same. I don’t think he wanted this to go like this either. Harry told me he was excited and nervous, what happened?
“What is wrong with us?” I don’t know what else to say. I can’t take this anymore. I have been trying to refrain from starting a fight, but at this point I would welcome a fight with open arms.
“What do you mean?”
“You know very well what I mean. We haven’t said a single thing to one another since we got our appetizers and you aren’t even enjoying your food. You’re eating slowly for goodness sake! Ronald, you never take your time eating, you should be impatiently waiting for me to finish so you may order dessert. That is what I mean.” And it all just explodes; the silence must have really gotten to me.
“I am trying to be thoughtful. You always complain about my eating.” He’s right, I do always tell him to slow down.
“I cannot sit here for another moment with us tip-toeing around one another. We fight, it’s what we do. You tell me when I am being a know-it-all and I let you know when you are being inconsiderate.” This is taking an even worse turn, is that possible? Why do I always have to point out every single little negative? Everything that goes wrong, I can't just let things be for once and work themselves out.
“You’re right, and that’s why we are so good together. We don’t let one another get away with anything,” Ron responds seriously.
“Then what was this?” I question glancing around at the restaurant to imply I meant this disaster of a first date. “If we can’t even have a remotely good first date, can we even have a future?”
“Yes. I love you, and I think that’s why tonight went so horribly. I wanted it to be perfect, as in no fighting. And I think you wanted the same thing. We were trying to please one another, but everything went so bloody wrong.”
“But that is who we are. Bickering is perfection for us.” I feel as if to anyone else I would be making no sense whatsoever, but Ron understands. He leans toward me and we kiss. It means more to me than all the other kisses in the past month since The Battle, we both want this to work and we will figure it out together.
Author Note: Wow I have really not been able to stop lately. I just began writing fan fiction and I have now posted my fifth fic! I can’t believe it! As usual I would love some feedback, and please be brutally honest if you want. A huge thanks to AngelEyez3954 for being a wonderful Beta and helping me with a title.
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