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hogwash2010-08-26 05:51 pm
boy_who_lived) wrote in hogwash2010-08-26 05:51 pm
For some reason, Harry is singing "Build Me Up Buttercup"
Who: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley
What: Dinner!
Where: Harry's London Flat
When: Friday evening
Rating: PGish
Status: In-Progress
"Damn it!"
Harry cursed under his breath as the smoke detectors went off in his apartment again. He wasn't sure whose brilliant idea it was to have them EXACTLY in the kitchen, but if he was ever the kind of person to have a hit list, they would certainly be on it. No matter what he was making, even if he were boiling water for tea, it would set off every single alarm in the flat. He sighed inwardly as it went off, this time, for the vegetables that he had been attempting to steam on his stove top. He still hadn't mastered the fine art of it, but he felt a strange need to be able to impress Hermione; if he were at her flat, Hermione would have made sure that all of the basic food groups were covered, wouldn't she? Ron was more like him and wouldn't have cared, but this way was just... easier. His eyes had narrowed at the small beeping box that rested above his head before he pulled out his wand. He would have sorely liked to blow the little box into a hundred different pieces if he hadn't been informed by his landlord that getting rid of the device would have made him liable for some building code infraction or whatever rubbish he had tried to spew at Harry. Rethinking his plan, he instead flicked his wand to move the smoke away from the detector before he tucked it back into his back pocket. "Yeah, keep it up and I'll give you something to beep about you bloody- ... Great, now you're talking to your smoke alarm..."
It felt like ages since he had invited anyone over for dinner; true, he saw Ron at work nearly everyday, but it was rare that he got the chance to sit back and relax with him on a social visit, so he was excited... He could smell the dragon steaks wafting into his little apartment from the balcony where his barbecue sat. Summer was winding down and he had planned to take full advantage of his time outside for as long as he could. Taking a sip from his beer, Harry rotated the meat on the barbecue before he glanced down at the old watch on his wrist. It was still early... He had just shut the lid to his barbecue when he heard the smoke alarm in his kitchen going off once again, startling him. "Oh for crying out loud! I swear I'm going to blast you apart this time, building code or not!"
What: Dinner!
Where: Harry's London Flat
When: Friday evening
Rating: PGish
Status: In-Progress
"Damn it!"
Harry cursed under his breath as the smoke detectors went off in his apartment again. He wasn't sure whose brilliant idea it was to have them EXACTLY in the kitchen, but if he was ever the kind of person to have a hit list, they would certainly be on it. No matter what he was making, even if he were boiling water for tea, it would set off every single alarm in the flat. He sighed inwardly as it went off, this time, for the vegetables that he had been attempting to steam on his stove top. He still hadn't mastered the fine art of it, but he felt a strange need to be able to impress Hermione; if he were at her flat, Hermione would have made sure that all of the basic food groups were covered, wouldn't she? Ron was more like him and wouldn't have cared, but this way was just... easier. His eyes had narrowed at the small beeping box that rested above his head before he pulled out his wand. He would have sorely liked to blow the little box into a hundred different pieces if he hadn't been informed by his landlord that getting rid of the device would have made him liable for some building code infraction or whatever rubbish he had tried to spew at Harry. Rethinking his plan, he instead flicked his wand to move the smoke away from the detector before he tucked it back into his back pocket. "Yeah, keep it up and I'll give you something to beep about you bloody- ... Great, now you're talking to your smoke alarm..."
It felt like ages since he had invited anyone over for dinner; true, he saw Ron at work nearly everyday, but it was rare that he got the chance to sit back and relax with him on a social visit, so he was excited... He could smell the dragon steaks wafting into his little apartment from the balcony where his barbecue sat. Summer was winding down and he had planned to take full advantage of his time outside for as long as he could. Taking a sip from his beer, Harry rotated the meat on the barbecue before he glanced down at the old watch on his wrist. It was still early... He had just shut the lid to his barbecue when he heard the smoke alarm in his kitchen going off once again, startling him. "Oh for crying out loud! I swear I'm going to blast you apart this time, building code or not!"
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At Harry's announcement that dinner was served, Hermione got up from the couch and walked by Ron, snatching the peanut bag out of his hand on her way to the table. "Yes, thank you, I really don't need to hear about Seamus' constricting trousers. Not a very pleasant mental image, particularly before dinner."
She tossed the bag onto the counter and smiled yet again at Harry, before turning her back to him and throwing a subtle wink at Ron. "I look happier? I suppose I've been much happier for the better part of four years now, but I've always been the optimist of the three of us, wouldn't you say? If anything it's you who's much more pleasant lately. Not that you weren't before-- but you know, I suppose with the darkest wizard in generations chasing you for most of your life, it's justified." Hermione was awful at lying, but she was quite good at shifting the focus of conversation, so that's what she did to avoid being asked about her happiness again!
She took a seat at the table and her eyes went wide as Harry approached with the steaming steaks. "Harry! Is this dragon steak? Goodness, cuts of this are expensive! You really shouldn't have-- especially for us. We'd have been just as happy with take-out, isn't that right, Ron?" She eyed her boyfriend expectantly. "Save your money for, oh I don't know, a date? Are you dating anyone?"
Well that didn't take long. For some reason, Hermione always felt incredibly awkward speaking about her own love life, or even about any of her other friends' love lives, but not Harry's. Lucky him!
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"Yeah yeah, just say it, Hermione. Harry was an outright git sometimes in school." He winked at Harry playfully before he gave another sound at Hermione's question. "Bloody hell, woman, let the boy BREATHE before you attack him about his love life! He doesn't start asking us about ours!"
Ron paused for a moment... before he muttered, "Which is... uh... progressing..." He glanced cautiously at Harry before smiling at Hermione. "Isn't that right?" He supposed they could tell Harry. ...He was Ron's best mate, after all.
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He cleared his throat quietly as he took another sip from his beer; his head searched for another topic to switch the conversation to and he gave Ron a very grateful look when he told Hermione to let him breathe. It wasn't something that he was trying to avoid, he just hadn't had much of an interest in being with anyone recently. A few women had caught his eye in the bar, and, shockingly, a few men had as well, but all of which led to a dead end. They were all too drunk by the end of the night to do anything with...
He had just picked up his fork to take a bite from his steak, but Ron's word's had made him pause. ...Progressing? His eyes immediately flickered to Hermione's finger to see if there was something sitting on it that he had missed, but there wasn't... Looking extremely baffled, Harry's eyes flickered from Ron, to Hermione, and then back to Ron once more, as if he were trying to decipher what exactly was going on.
"Er... I know I'm an auror and I spend a lot of time cracking ridiculous things, but... I'm not too sure if I quite followed you on that on, Ron. ...Progressing in what way?" He asked cautiously - oh god, Hermione was PREGNANT. Before he could stop himself, Harry blurted quickly, "Hermione, should you be drinking that wine??"
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Hermione beamed at him, nearly jumping out of her seat. "Ron, are you sure you want to tell him? I thought we were going to announce this to everyone at once..." She slipped her hand over Ron's and gave it a squeeze before looking back to Harry, brow raised.
"Oh! Oh my, you're right, Harry. I really shouldn't be drinking wine. I've been so queasy since last weekend..." Hermione had only assumed that Ron shared Hermione's hangover tale with Harry at work.
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"You're still hiding it." He muttered it to her gently, squeezing her hand so that she would look at how her ring wasn't showing the way it usually was. "I suppose you fix that before we give Harry a heart attack, eh?"
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She couldn't help but give a nervous sort of laughter at that as she recalled being quite diligent with her birth control potion schedule. No, there was no chance of that. Thank goodness! She took another drink of her wine as she calmed herself, and then on Ron's cue, she pulled her wand and reversed the invisibility charm on the ring.
Her right hand still clutching Ron's, she reached over to Harry with her left, revealing the real secret. "Not as dramatic as a pregnancy, I suppose..." She said with a smile. Alas, the real reason why she seemed so cheerful this evening!