The Engagement | By : saritat9 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 6589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was almost a fortnight and two lunch dates with Percy later until Hermione finally got her opportunity to carry out the plan concerning Ron. She was shell-shocked though, running into him and his girlfriend unexpectedly in front of a women's lingerie shop during lunch hour. The shop was a bit secluded for propriety's sake, and it's window was tastefully executed but revealing and Hermione could feel her cheeks begin to redden.
She had planned on getting some new underwear to lift her spirits and just in case she was to be showing herself off in her underwear anytime soon. Not that she was near that stage with Percy yet, but better safe than sorry. Galleons spent on underwear never went to waste, even when they were more for special occasions than casual wear.
Hermione snorted internally. She could imagine just what the happy couple was after. It would likely be something miniscule and lacy - perhaps in red. Hermione herself had thought about something in pink, or perhaps red and black stripes. The style reminded her of the Moulin Rouge; not only the film but also the place and era. She had some guilty fascination for that burlesque showgirl thing. Percy would like the pink one better, she suspected. At least on a woman he deemed "proper". Hermione had gotten the sense that Percy divided women into two categories and like most men he wouldn't say no to having a tussle with the wrong sort as long as no one that mattered found out. Like his boss or his mother and not necessarily in that order. Molly did not approve of casual sex or premarital sex or... Come to think of it, for having seven children herself, Molly appeared to be a bit of a spoilsport. Hermione didn't know if Molly realized that "dear Harry" and Ginny were already getting it on or not. Maybe Molly made an exception on the Boy Who Lived and her only daughter, as they were sure to be married soon. Percy probably deserved no special treatment in his mother's eyes. Not after all the trouble he had put them trough. After such train of thought, Hermione felt ashamed of herself. Such matters were their own affair, and Molly was not likely to play favourites. Hermione was probably being overly critical.
"Hermione! What are you doing here?" Ron exclaimed before he had the sense stop himself.
What Hermione really wanted to reply was "What do you think I'm doing here? I'm buying a new set of books!" but she couldn't take her own frustration and surprise out on him, so she settled on saying "I'm in need of some new lingerie, as you are too, I imagine." She aimed the last words to Christina who had a strangely frozen smile on her pretty face.
"Every girl likes a little lace and frill now and then." Christina retorted, her smile widening a little. Hermione assumed that what she was really saying was more along the lines of "even bookworms like some lace in their knickers, but no one takes enough interest to find out." What a cow.
"Hot date coming up?"
"No, not really. A maybe-date. Maybe." Hermione smiled sheepishly. "How are you two doing?"
"We're fine." Christina looked challenging as she snatched up Ron's hand in hers and then gazed up at him longingly.
Hermione fought hard not to let her eyebrow arch in reaction, and after winning her inner battle she continued with, "That's nice. You two make a really good looking couple." In fear of having sounded too patronizing she added quickly, "And I know you have feelings for each other, Ron has dated you longer than any other girlfriend he's had since school."
Christina looked a bit happier at this, and even granted Hermione an authentic smile.
"Maybe we should double date sometime." As soon as the suggestion was out of her mouth, Hermione regretted it. Was she suffering from brain rot? Sure, she wanted to get along with Christina better but this was above and beyond the call of duty!
"Double date?" Ron looked confused, even stunned. Hermione found it cute, but she really couldn't afford to have such thoughts about Ron.
"Yes, you with Christina and I with Percy. Of course I'd have to clear any plans with him first," she explained, grimacing a little. She hadn't a clue how Percy would feel about going on any double dates that included his brother. They hadn't even had a formal dinner yet, but it was the next natural step. Wouldn't it be quite Gryffindor of her to make the first move?"
"Actually we're a little busy this week." Christina interrupted, surprising both Hermione and Ron. "We have that...thing?" she wiggled her eyebrows at Ron, hoping he'd catch her drift. Ron did.
"Oh yes, we do have a thing." Ron agreed, puzzled and annoyed. He wouldn't have minded a chance to observe Hermione and Percy together in a romantic setting. It would be very interesting to see what Percy was doing right to be winning over Hermione. "Maybe next week, Merlin willing?"
"Alright, we can set the date later. I must go in now, my lunch hour is already half gone." Hermione grabbed the door handle of the shop (Lady Chitterlie's Luxury Lingerie for Ladies) and was already starting to step in when she turned back and hesitated a moment.
"Your new robes look good on you, Ron. And you look lovely as well, Christina. Good day to you two!" and with that she disappeared into the shop.
Christina told Ron she would come back for lingerie shopping later.
= = =
Hermione cursed herself. Now that hadn't gone very smooth, had it? She had wanted to end the little impromptu meeting by saying something nice and positive, but she had probably made a fool of herself. And she was getting an annoying feeling that Christina didn't like her at all. She probably knew that she fancied her boyfriend. Wanted to shove her boyfriend down and shag him rotten in front of the gods and everyone. She would never try to take a man that was already taken. In fact, she would never try to take Ronald, period. They were friends. Not something she was one hundred percent satisfied with, but... Better stop that train of thought just there before it got out of hand. Hands. Ron hands. Ron's hands on her. Whoa.
Stop that. Pull yourself together, Hermione.
Maybe she shouldn't have said anything to Christina. But wouldn't that have made it even worse and more suspicious, talking only to Ron and singling him out? Bloody buggering hell, there was no way to win this. Why couldn't people just say what they meant? Christina, I hate you with a fiery passion and I know you don't like me any better. Let us just try to get along without any incidents for the short duration my best friend is willing to have sex with you and leave it at that, hmm? Okay, that would've been a bit too plain speaking.
Hermione started to browse through the racks of knickers, brassieres, teddies and nightgowns. Lady Chitterlie had almost anything you could think of, right down to lingerie bordering on lascivious. Hermione decided for once to treat herself and chose quite a few items.
"Nice selection my dear, nice selection. Planning on a rendezvous or just spicing things up?" asked the older sales witch. Hermione wondered if she was in fact Lady Chitterlie herself.
"Perhaps the former." Hermione smiled demurely.
The older witch told her the price, and Hermione steeled herself before opening her purse and paying the required sum. Frill and lace sure was expensive, even for bookworms.
= = =
"What was that?"
"What was what?" evaded Christina innocently.
"That thing we have?"
Christina didn't like the way Ron was looking at her. He would not let this one go. Bugger. ‘Everything will be alright after some damage control,' she thought to herself. No, Ron couldn't be getting tired of her, and she was just imagining things. And he was not more interested in that Hermione Granger than was prudent. She simply would not allow it.
"Oh, that. I don't know, I just didn't feel right about seeing them so soon. They're still so new to being a couple- -"
"That's shite and you know it!" he snapped, "Really Christina, if you do not like my best friends or my brother you should just come out and say it. Half the time I don't like Percy either but he's my brother! This is not going to work if you can't be honest to me."
"I was. I am!"
"Stop making this worse! If you really don't like them, then we don't have to go. I can come up with an excuse to cancel and no one will be the wiser. But I'm not cutting anyone off for you."
Christina's bottom lip began to tremble and not just for show. Could their relationship really be this close to ending already? What had she done wrong? She had given Ron everything! Most women were parsimonious about giving blowjobs and they were hesitant about experimenting. She had let him into every part of her, hell, she had offered! Hadn't she done everything he asked of her and more? Hadn't she kept herself fresh and pretty for him so he could be proud of her when they were out together, and he could show off as a war hero and a star? Christina could feel a tear escaping the corner of her eye and bowed her head to hide her face. She did not know what she should say. He was taking it all wrong.
"Chrissy." Ron grunted clumsily. "Don't cry. Please don't cry. You just need to think before you speak, that's all. Hermione and Harry are important to me, we went through a lot together. Hermione's still vulnerable after Viktor, she needs our support. And the same goes for my family, they've been through enough...with Fred and everything."
Christina sniffed.
"I can go on a double date with them. I don't mind. Really I don't, you misunderstood my meaning." Sniff. "I just want to make you happy...and sometimes have you all to myself. Is that so wrong? Am I being selfish?"
Ron sighed, and put his hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright, Chrissy. Everything's gonna be okay."
Christina kept her head down not to show her joyous smile. She knew Ron would misunderstand that as well.
= = =
"A...double date with Ronald and Christina?" Percy checked, not sure if he had heard her correctly.
"Or just dinner with them if you prefer to think of it that way."
"No, no. That's alright." Percy hesitated. "I guess it would be nice." Anything that could potentially make the gap between him and any of his siblings smaller was something he could not afford to refuse.
"Good. When?"
"Next Friday?"
"It would have to be next week's Friday. Christina said they're busy this week."
"Alright, next week's Friday is fine with me. I can check with Ron this Sunday at the Burrow. Are you coming for Sunday lunch too?"
"I'm not sure yet. I might have to take some work home this weekend. I'll let you know. Shoot, I have to go. Susan needs me. Just a second Susan. We'll floo. Bye Percy!"
In a second, her head had disappeared from the top of the flames and Percy was alone.
He could not claim to be very excited over the coming date but he saw the necessity of it only too well. Even so, Percy did not like Christina much (as little as he had interacted with her, or more to the point, she with him) and he was too different from Ronald to genuinely like him, either. He did love Ronald and all his siblings in his own way, but it was a stiff, obligatory sort of love. It seemed to be all he was capable of. He loved his mother the most, but even his love for his dear old mother had not been enough to deter him from the path he had chosen. Which was why he still did not get along with his family, his mother excluded. His father Arthur's attitude appeared as easy-going as ever, but Percy sensed that he had not forgotten the sorrow Percy's actions had cost the family, and especially Molly.
Percy sighed. His youngest brother really was not that difficult. Unlike Fred and George, Ronald had never played jokes on him just out of spite. And even though he had been very disinterested in school, Ronald was making something of himself now. Perhaps he would have even been the Head Boy if he had been able to stay in school for his seventh year.
Maybe he and Ron were not too different after all, and this opportunity with Hermione was a blessing in disguise.
= = =
Ron was starting to feel exceedingly trapped. He was useless against female tears, always had been. When his mother used to cry because of Percy he would've done everything in his power to get her to stop and to bring Percy back. Preferably on his knees, apologizing to her profusely. The twins had felt pretty much the same, but their method of actually telling her so was not very helpful. Instead of cracking a smile or outwardly appreciating her other sons all the more, poor Molly's crying had only gotten louder. He was positively sure now that Christina didn't like Hermione, and perhaps she didn't like his family either. Couldn't Christina see how important his friends and family were to him? How could he convince her to just tell him the truth?
He knew he should be happy that he had even better reasons now to get rid of her, but somehow the getting rid of part got harder and harder as time flew by. What on earth would he say to her brother? A "sorry that I slept with your sister for weeks and used her for sex, mate. No hard feelings, right? I'm sorry that she's utterly heartbroken, but these things happen, you understand, I'm sure."
When he put it like that it sounded very ugly, but he couldn't really defend himself. Her brother was likely to hex Ron's bollocks off, no matter how he worded what was essentially the truth. That he was using her as a way to kill his time and for sex, just like she was using him and that now he was stuck with her out of guilt and fear of consequences. And what was even worse, he was far more interested in seeing Lady Chitterlie's underwear on his best friend than his actual girlfriend.
He wondered what exactly she had bought. Hermione in lace... his hand was inside his briefs and fisting his cock before he even realized what he was doing. He quickly pulled his hand back and cursed using words his mother would seriously disapprove of.
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