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09 November 2014 @ 12:40 pm
Fanfic: Trinkets - Part Two: Interlude  
Title: Trinkets - Part Two: Interlude
Rating: PG15
Words: 1,377
Challenge: Kreacher, SPEW badge, Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Summary: During the various stages of moving out, Ron and Hermione find some old trinkets.
Warnings (if applicable): I-inuendo? Can I even do that?
Notes: For the Ron/Hermione Reunion at rhr_smutfest. Second part of a series of three linked one-shots. Thanks a lot to tmblue again for the beta work.

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Ron Apparated into the already stacked drawing room holding a cardboard box and, as if timed, Hermione popped in behind him a second later.

'Last box', he said.

'Mine too.'

'Your parents?'

'Upset. But that's not much of a change for them, lately... Yours?'

'Scandalised.'

Hermione's brow furrowed with concern. They had had that conversation several times before, yet Ron knew she was in for an encore.

'Do they still think we'll be... having three-ways or something?'

'Eurgh! I beg you, Hermione, don't ever say that again.'

'You know what I mean. They surely don't expect us to get married right away, do they? I mean, your mum was in a fury about Bill and Fleur getting married after dating for no more than a year, and that's the same with us; just because we've known each other for longer doesn't mean we're ready to—'

'Hermione, breathe! You're turning purple,' Ron interrupted. And in spite of the murderous look she regaled him with, he was only partially joking. She did have a tendency to forget about trivial things like breathing when she got all riled up.

'I already told you that I told them we're all having separate rooms—which, as it's not the same as sleeping in separate rooms, they're welcome to check any time,' he added with a smirk. 'I told them we’re mainly doing this because rent fees are excessive for us when we happen to have a rent-free option. I told them, again, everything we’ve already discussed a thousand times. I feel like I’ve got a recording in my head. And my dad knows. It’s my mum who's clinging to the scandal argument as a last resort.'

'Oh.' Hermione saw it now. Between Mrs. Weasley's accusations and her own concerns, she had lost sight of something she already knew. Molly was afraid of letting go of her younger children. Putting Ron and then Ginny on the Hogwarts Express for the first time must have been one of the most difficult things she'd had to do, but at least they had always come back. Now she saw all of her children growing, leaving her side, leaving her and Arthur alone and... Molly hadn't been alone in almost thirty years.

'But Ginny's not moving out yet,’ Hermione said softly. ‘And your mum’s got Victoire visiting some days, too. And we will go every Sunday—maybe... maybe Saturdays at my parents, too, you think?'

'Of course. Hermione, for the last time, don't worry about them, all right?' He dropped the box he was still holding onto the sofa and turned again to her, placing his hands on her waist, around her box. 'We've worried within reason. Now it's on them.'

'Yes, Ron, but I don't want them to hate me!'

'They won't, I promise. It's our big change; we should be worrying about things like what we're having for dinner or... y'know, dessert?'

He bent over Hermione's box and kissed her, wiping off her preoccupations for a moment. Out of a habit he had promptly acquired, one of his thumbs started rubbing circles on her stomach until the fabric of her top bundled up and he was touching skin.

'We've got to finish this up first, Ron,' she complained, making herself break contact.

'Yeah, okay, later.' Ron sighed and, taking his wand out of a pocket, used a Levitation charm on the box on the sofa.

'Kreacher wants to know what Master Weasley and Mistress Granger would like for dinner,' a voice croaked behind them, making them jump; the hovering box jerked up as well, dropping a few trinkets on the floor.

'Anything's fine, Kreacher, really,' said Ron, stooping to pick up the fallen items and throwing them back into the box. 'Just next time, please make yourself heard when you come into a room.'

'As Master Weasley says,' said the elf, bowing low.

'And we told you there's no need for that. You can call me Ron.' Ron levitated the rest of the boxes, but Kreacher wasn't listening. He had picked something up from the floor and was examining it with interest.

'You dropped this, Master Weasley,' the elf croaked, still not taking his eyes off the object.

'What is it, Kreacher?' Hermione asked, but Ron already knew.

'Thank you,' he said, holding out a hand; at last, the elf dropped the bright yellow badge into his palm.

'Dobby had many of these, sir, is all. Kreacher remembers.'

Bowing again, he left the room without another word.

Confused, Hermione looked down at what Ron was holding; her eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't keep the smile out of her voice as she said, 'You kept it?'

'What did you think I'd done with it?'

'Well, you were never really invested in SPEW. I thought you'd probably lost it at Hogwarts, or thrown it away when you unpacked your trunk for the last time. But since you kept Lavender's necklace, too, I suppose you were simply too lazy to do that...'

'What? No! Look, that hideous thing was on the floor. This one I kept with my stuff—even brought it here!' Ron only relaxed when he noticed Hermione didn't look angry at all; she was just teasing.

'I must say I was tempted to throw it out the window on several counts,' Ron said, his eyes twinkling in amusement now as he looked at Hermione. 'But on those happy occasions, I settled for hurling it really hard against a wall. I really wouldn't have liked to lose it.'

'Why?' Hermione insisted.

'Blimey, I don't know. I wasn't about to go wearing a thing that said "spew"—don't deny it,' he said, seeing as she was about to correct him. 'That is the first thing everybody thinks when they see it. But I still wanted to keep it.'

She didn't need to say anything for Ron to know she wasn't satisfied by his response: there was something else he wasn't telling her, and Hermione knew.

Resigned, Ron sighed and set the boxes he was still pointing at back onto the floor before breaking contact with his wand and sprawling on the sofa. Hermione set her box down with the rest of her lot and sat next to him, waiting for him to talk.

'Well, just because I didn't agree much with your methods of... persuasion, doesn't mean I didn't notice what a big deal it was to you. Okay, at first I just kept it because I was sure you'd somehow find out if I chucked it, and I didn't want to be at the wrong end of your wand. But then I started noticing how you went from wanting to hex the magical world for not caring to lighting up whenever you talked about it. Or when you’d knit for those poor unaware elves...'

Hermione blushed with pleasure, looking tenderly at Ron. She'd never really known how much attention Ron had paid to her, the first signs that told him he was already looking at her differently. It had been mostly hoping, guessing and misreading on her part. His, too. Otherwise things would have gone so differently, perhaps.

'Was that around the time you realised...?' She trailed off, looking intently at him.

'Oh—erm, no. You don't know half of it,' he mumbled, the colour of his ears giving him away. 'Look, I care about the house-elves, even if it took me longer to see it. But the reason why I kept the badge is because you gave it to me. It was a... ah... keepsake. I keep your letters, too. Is that enough explanation for you? Would you rather I'd stolen your knickers to remember you by?'

Hermione burst into laughter, happiness bubbling in her chest.

'You don't need anything to remember me by now, Ron. I'm not going anywhere,' she said at last, brushing the fringe out of his face.

'Neither am I. I'll still keep the badge, though... and whatever knickers you can spare.'

‘I’m not trusting you with my underwear except for taking it off. And I reckon you can do just that before dinner,’ Hermione added confidentially, holding out a hand for Ron to take as she got to her feet. ‘I’m in no hurry to unpack today.’
 
 
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Loyaulte Me Lieshocolate on November 9th, 2014 03:57 pm (UTC)
I keep your letters, too.

Oh, he's lovely.

I'd totally let him move in with my daughter.
OtterAndTerrier: English Summer Rainotterandterrier on November 9th, 2014 04:46 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't let him move in with anyone who wasn't me (or, y'know, Hermione) even if it was a good old lady's dying wish.
jagnikjenjagnikjen on November 9th, 2014 05:00 pm (UTC)
Very sweet. Really enjoyed it.
OtterAndTerrier: English Summer Rainotterandterrier on November 9th, 2014 05:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I'm really glad you did!
daisymaeevansdaisymaeevans on November 9th, 2014 10:59 pm (UTC)
Awww! :)
Aloemilkaloemilk on November 10th, 2014 06:14 pm (UTC)
Loved this so much <3
honouraryweasley12honourweasley12 on November 20th, 2014 11:52 pm (UTC)
I think it's sweet that he kept the badge. I could see Hermione thinking the same! I like the bits of innuendo as well :)
mollywheezy: SPEWmollywheezy on November 30th, 2014 01:39 am (UTC)
I couldn't help but use this icon . . . ;)

Such a sweet drabble! I love Ron's sentimental side.:)
OtterAndTerrierotterandterrier on December 1st, 2014 05:16 pm (UTC)
Haha, very fitting!!