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A decade is a big age gap - R/Hr - PG
Title: A decade is a big age gap
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Words: 1000
Rating: PG
Ah, you lucky fandom, you – you thought you wouldn’t get another Ron/Hermione/shocolate/cork treat until Valentine’s Day next year – but lookit!
Happy Leap Day, fandom!
Tell cork she is perfection, here.
A decade is a big age gap
****
“I really wish you wouldn’t take everything so personally, Ron,” I said, watching him doodle in his ketchup with a chip.
He pouted in a way I would find very unattractive in any other man and I frowned to stop myself smiling at him. I took another bite from my sandwich and looked round the Ministry canteen. I’d been working there for six months and still loved how normal it was to meet Ron and Harry for lunch there, just like… normal people our age.
They’d come straight from showering after physical training, and Ron’s hair was curling against his collar and I was finding it awfully hard not to put down my sandwich and bite his neck.
I was also finding it hard not to snap at him, for his childish thwarting of my plans.
“Well, I think the world’s out to get him,” Harry said supportively. “I don’t see anyone else’s birthday being delayed by a day.”
Ron sniggered and toasted Harry with his chip.
I snorted.
“Everyone’s birthday has been ‘delayed by a day’, this year,” I complained. “You’re not going to see me whinge about it, come September.”
“Not the same thing, at all,” Harry said loyally.
“Exactly,” Ron said smugly. “And you expect me to go out for dinner tonight, all coupley, when it should be my birthday and I should be getting drunk with the guys.”
“This way you get the best of both worlds,” I said patiently. “Just think of it as a bonus day that you can be all coupley, and still get to go out and humiliate yourself tomorrow.”
“But, see, you’re already twenty,” Ron said.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re the experienced, older woman,” Harry explained, stealing a chip.
“She is not,” Ron objected, glaring at his loyal supporter. “I’ve taught her everything she knows.”
“I beg your pardon?” I said.
“That’s beside the point,” Ron said. “I know you’ve always been older, but it didn’t seem to make any difference before.”
I went cold.
“What are you saying?” I asked.
“No, no, no,” Harry interrupted. “He is not saying anything important! He’s just being Ron.”
I huffed.
“Ron?” I said carefully.
“What?” he asked, visibly replaying our conversation in his head.
“You sort of told her she was too old for you,” Harry pointed out.
“I did not,” Ron said indignantly.
I raised a sceptical eyebrow.
Ron frowned. “I said that it never mattered when you were thirteen or sixteen or something before me,” he said. “But now you’re… in your twenties, and I’m still a teenager and now I have to suffer a whole extra day, before I’m…”
“A man,” Harry said.
“I’m a man,” Ron complained.
“Old enough for her?” Harry said.
“I’m old enough for her!”
“Old enough for a serious relationship?” Harry said, sniggering.
Ron blushed.
“Shut up, Harry,” he said.
“Ron?” I said gently.
“I’ve just found it… hard…”
Harry giggled and I kicked him under the table.
Ron grunted.
“I’ve found it hard to say anything… grown up, while you’re…”
“A decade older than him,” Harry suggested.
“You,” Ron said, turning to his best mate and snatching back the chip on its way to Harry’s mouth. “Are not helping.”
“Ron,” I said. “The age thing really doesn’t bother me.”
“I know,” he said. “I’ve just felt… too young.”
“C’mon, granddad,” Harry said. “We’re due back upstairs.”
“Wait,” Ron said. “Look, Hermione, d’you still want to go out, tonight, or have I bollocksed things up?”
I sighed heavily.
“You’ve… half-bollocksed things up,” I said.
“Just one bollock, then?” he asked, with a hopeful smile.
Harry snorted.
“We’ll go out for a nice dinner,” I said. “Just, I was going to… it doesn’t matter.”
“What?” Ron said.
“Fuck,” Harry squeaked.
He blinked at me, his mouth hanging open, stupidly.
“What?” Ron asked.
“Were you really going to?” Harry whispered.
I nodded sheepishly.
“Was she really going to what?” Ron said.
“It’s Leap Day,” Harry said. “When women…” He nodded significantly.
“When women what?” Ron asked.
“Witches don’t, actually,” I said to Harry. “It’s a Muggle thing, but I thought…”
“Wow!” Harry breathed.
“Witches don’t what?” Ron demanded grumpily. “Will you stop with the Muggle talk and speak English? You know I hate it when you talk behind my back in front of me.”
I sighed heavily and stole a chip.
“On Leap Day,” I said, pointing the chip in Ron’s face as Harry made shushing noises, “Muggle women can propose to their boyfriends, and, while I can’t say I approve of such a sexist tradition, well, it’s my only chance, so, for reasons that currently escape me, I was going to propose at dinner, tonight.”
Ron gaped at me and there was a ringing silence.
“Tell us how Mummy and Daddy got engaged, Uncle Harry,” Harry lisped. “She forced him to marry her, while holding him at chippoint.” He replied to himself, in a deep voice.
“Propose?” Ron squeaked.
“Probably not your only chance, anyway,” Harry said. “This is Ron we’re talking about. Next Leap Year would have worked just as well; probably the one after.”
“Married?” Ron whispered.
“Not yet,” I said. “Not while I’m a decade older than you. Engaged. We are going to get married, one day, aren’t we?”
“You want to get engaged?” Ron said.
“Well, not anymore,” I said. “Now we’ve pretty much bollocksed things up.”
He looked hurt.
“You really want to get engaged?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Yes, she does,” Harry interrupted. “She’s not gonna change her mind just because you’ve gone all Ron on her. Is she?” he finished sternly, turning to look at me.
“No,” I said.
“Wow,” Ron said. “Great.”
I glared at him.
“Really,” he said. “Let’s go out to dinner and get engaged. Just don’t ever tell George it was you who proposed.”
“Really?” I said carefully.
He smiled bashfully and, picking up another chip, drew a heart in his ketchup.
“This I am gonna have to tell George,” Harry groaned. “You romantic git.”
Title: A decade is a big age gap
Author:
shocfixPairing: Ron/Hermione
Words: 1000
Rating: PG
Ah, you lucky fandom, you – you thought you wouldn’t get another Ron/Hermione/
shocolate/cork treat until Valentine’s Day next year – but lookit!Happy Leap Day, fandom!
Tell cork she is perfection, here.
A decade is a big age gap
****
“I really wish you wouldn’t take everything so personally, Ron,” I said, watching him doodle in his ketchup with a chip.
He pouted in a way I would find very unattractive in any other man and I frowned to stop myself smiling at him. I took another bite from my sandwich and looked round the Ministry canteen. I’d been working there for six months and still loved how normal it was to meet Ron and Harry for lunch there, just like… normal people our age.
They’d come straight from showering after physical training, and Ron’s hair was curling against his collar and I was finding it awfully hard not to put down my sandwich and bite his neck.
I was also finding it hard not to snap at him, for his childish thwarting of my plans.
“Well, I think the world’s out to get him,” Harry said supportively. “I don’t see anyone else’s birthday being delayed by a day.”
Ron sniggered and toasted Harry with his chip.
I snorted.
“Everyone’s birthday has been ‘delayed by a day’, this year,” I complained. “You’re not going to see me whinge about it, come September.”
“Not the same thing, at all,” Harry said loyally.
“Exactly,” Ron said smugly. “And you expect me to go out for dinner tonight, all coupley, when it should be my birthday and I should be getting drunk with the guys.”
“This way you get the best of both worlds,” I said patiently. “Just think of it as a bonus day that you can be all coupley, and still get to go out and humiliate yourself tomorrow.”
“But, see, you’re already twenty,” Ron said.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re the experienced, older woman,” Harry explained, stealing a chip.
“She is not,” Ron objected, glaring at his loyal supporter. “I’ve taught her everything she knows.”
“I beg your pardon?” I said.
“That’s beside the point,” Ron said. “I know you’ve always been older, but it didn’t seem to make any difference before.”
I went cold.
“What are you saying?” I asked.
“No, no, no,” Harry interrupted. “He is not saying anything important! He’s just being Ron.”
I huffed.
“Ron?” I said carefully.
“What?” he asked, visibly replaying our conversation in his head.
“You sort of told her she was too old for you,” Harry pointed out.
“I did not,” Ron said indignantly.
I raised a sceptical eyebrow.
Ron frowned. “I said that it never mattered when you were thirteen or sixteen or something before me,” he said. “But now you’re… in your twenties, and I’m still a teenager and now I have to suffer a whole extra day, before I’m…”
“A man,” Harry said.
“I’m a man,” Ron complained.
“Old enough for her?” Harry said.
“I’m old enough for her!”
“Old enough for a serious relationship?” Harry said, sniggering.
Ron blushed.
“Shut up, Harry,” he said.
“Ron?” I said gently.
“I’ve just found it… hard…”
Harry giggled and I kicked him under the table.
Ron grunted.
“I’ve found it hard to say anything… grown up, while you’re…”
“A decade older than him,” Harry suggested.
“You,” Ron said, turning to his best mate and snatching back the chip on its way to Harry’s mouth. “Are not helping.”
“Ron,” I said. “The age thing really doesn’t bother me.”
“I know,” he said. “I’ve just felt… too young.”
“C’mon, granddad,” Harry said. “We’re due back upstairs.”
“Wait,” Ron said. “Look, Hermione, d’you still want to go out, tonight, or have I bollocksed things up?”
I sighed heavily.
“You’ve… half-bollocksed things up,” I said.
“Just one bollock, then?” he asked, with a hopeful smile.
Harry snorted.
“We’ll go out for a nice dinner,” I said. “Just, I was going to… it doesn’t matter.”
“What?” Ron said.
“Fuck,” Harry squeaked.
He blinked at me, his mouth hanging open, stupidly.
“What?” Ron asked.
“Were you really going to?” Harry whispered.
I nodded sheepishly.
“Was she really going to what?” Ron said.
“It’s Leap Day,” Harry said. “When women…” He nodded significantly.
“When women what?” Ron asked.
“Witches don’t, actually,” I said to Harry. “It’s a Muggle thing, but I thought…”
“Wow!” Harry breathed.
“Witches don’t what?” Ron demanded grumpily. “Will you stop with the Muggle talk and speak English? You know I hate it when you talk behind my back in front of me.”
I sighed heavily and stole a chip.
“On Leap Day,” I said, pointing the chip in Ron’s face as Harry made shushing noises, “Muggle women can propose to their boyfriends, and, while I can’t say I approve of such a sexist tradition, well, it’s my only chance, so, for reasons that currently escape me, I was going to propose at dinner, tonight.”
Ron gaped at me and there was a ringing silence.
“Tell us how Mummy and Daddy got engaged, Uncle Harry,” Harry lisped. “She forced him to marry her, while holding him at chippoint.” He replied to himself, in a deep voice.
“Propose?” Ron squeaked.
“Probably not your only chance, anyway,” Harry said. “This is Ron we’re talking about. Next Leap Year would have worked just as well; probably the one after.”
“Married?” Ron whispered.
“Not yet,” I said. “Not while I’m a decade older than you. Engaged. We are going to get married, one day, aren’t we?”
“You want to get engaged?” Ron said.
“Well, not anymore,” I said. “Now we’ve pretty much bollocksed things up.”
He looked hurt.
“You really want to get engaged?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Yes, she does,” Harry interrupted. “She’s not gonna change her mind just because you’ve gone all Ron on her. Is she?” he finished sternly, turning to look at me.
“No,” I said.
“Wow,” Ron said. “Great.”
I glared at him.
“Really,” he said. “Let’s go out to dinner and get engaged. Just don’t ever tell George it was you who proposed.”
“Really?” I said carefully.
He smiled bashfully and, picking up another chip, drew a heart in his ketchup.
“This I am gonna have to tell George,” Harry groaned. “You romantic git.”