Chapter 1 : Tricky Territory
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Or did Hermione simply not want anything for Valentine’s Day?
“What am I supposed to do?” Ron moaned pitifully, his fingers raking through his hair and his body slumped over in the barstool at the Three Broomsticks, while he eyed his butterbeer with disgust.
Harry finished off his own butterbeer. “Don’t get her anything.”
“But it’s Valentine’s Day!” Ron lamented, laying his palms splat on his forehead.
“Did she ask if you wanted anything?”
“I told her I didn’t want a gift. After the necklace Lavender gave me, I haven’t been too keen on any sort of seemingly romantic gifts,” Ron said glumly.
“Anything’s better than ‘My Sweetheart,'” Harry snickered. He then tried to reason with Ron. “Since you said you didn’t want anything, and you truly don’t, then same goes for her, right?”
“But she’s a girl! And it’s Valentine’s Day!”
Harry grabbed Ron’s butterbeer and took a gulp, and he knew Ron was honestly conflicted when he didn’t protest like he normally did. “Seriously, mate. If Hermione says she doesn’t want anything, listen to her. That’s what she wants.” He nodded with finality and took another sip of Ron’s drink.
Ron looked a bit more heartened and grabbed the butterbeer back. “Alright. Then I won’t get her anything.”
“Not get who anything?” a light voice said from behind Harry.
Harry turned around as Ginny gently placed a hand on his should and slipped into the seat next to him.
Harry leaned over and greeted Ginny with a kiss until Ron loudly cleared his throat. Harry pulled away and gave Ron a sheepish grin. Ron raised his eyebrows, and Harry reddened even more.
Ginny saw and rolled her eyes. “For Merlin’s sake, Ron. We’re married. You better get use to it.” She smiled at Harry. “Anyways. So…? Not get anything for who?” Ginny asked, resting her hand on Harry’s thigh.
Ron glared warningly at her, but when she refused to acknowledged his glower, he huffed, “For Hermione.”
“Why?” Ginny asked curiously. “She is your girlfriend, and it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow.”
“Because she said she didn’t want anything.” Ron held his hands out hopelessly. “What else would that mean?”
Ginny smiled and shook her head slightly. “I didn’t think I’d have to, but I’m going to clue you in, Ron, since you’re being incredibly insensitive: Every girl wants something on Valentine’s Day.”
“But she said she didn’t!” Ron protested. He looked to Harry desperately, hoping to get him on his side. Harry just took another drink from Ron’s butterbeer. His eyes clearly avoiding Ron’s.
“But she does.” Ginny tried to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. “How did you ever manage to get a girl… Hermione, no less.” She looked Ron directly into his eyes. “When she says she doesn’t want anything, she really does. She’s just giving you the opportunity to be even more of a gentleman and get her a gift.”
“But if I don’t get her anything--”
“Then you are going to disappoint her. She shouldn’t have any expectations for you,” Ginny scoffed, “considering you have the range of a teaspoon, as I think Hermione herself even put it.” Harry snorted into Ron’s butterbeer. Ginny glanced at him appraisingly, then went on. “But she does. And you’re just going to have to live up to them.”
Harry’s eyebrows’ knitted together and he looked to Ginny, a look of enlightenment and confusion and a little bit of fear all in one. “Well, what about when you said you didn’t want me to do anything special for our first anniversary?”
Ginny pursed her lips dangerously. “I was mad at you for a week. Can you honestly not remember?”
Harry cleared his throat and his eyes darted to Ron for backup. Ginny crossed her arms. “I thought you were mad because I let the milk spoil,” he tried.
Ginny sighed, looking over sadly at her new husband’s ignorance. She looked back to her brother. “Ron, you better get her something.”
“Yeah,” Harry warned, hoping to redeem himself for his past errors and warn Ron at the same time: that week had been worse than Chinese water torture seemingly for something as little as spoiled milk. Obviously now he knew it was a much bigger issue that could have been prevented just with a bouquet of damn roses.
“Where am I supposed to find a store that’s open?” Ron asked desperately.
“Well, you shouldn’t have waited until…” Ginny glanced at the clock, “nine-thirty on February thirteenth to think of that.”
“She said she didn’t want anything!” Ron exclaimed.
“Who didn’t want what?”
Ron groaned and put his head in his hands at the sound of Hermione’s voice.
Harry nudged Ron, but he had deliberately taken a large sip of butterbeer. Harry answered for him.
“He doesn’t know what to get you for Valentine’s Day and all of the stores are closed.”
“Oi!” Ron shouted angrily. “You’re not supposed to tell her!”
Hermione wore a slightly amused expression as she looked between a guilty Harry and an even guiltier and angrier Ron. “I already told you that I didn’t want anything, Ron,” she tried to comfort him.
“You didn’t tell that me that was code, though. That would’ve been helpful,” he said sarcastically.
Hermione wrinkled her brow in confusion, but then the corners of her mouth started twitching up. “Code? Honestly, Ronald. Why would I be speaking in codes?”
“Ask Ginny, she told me that you actually meant that you wanted a gift and that I should buy you something.”
“Ginny?” Hermione said in disbelief, throwing a look to her friend. “She told me that what you said meant that you wanted a gift!”
Ginny laughed when Ron and Hermione and Harry looked at her. “I just thought that you both deserved something nice for Valentine’s Day, everyone deserves something nice on this holiday. And since you were both being thick and claiming you didn’t want anything, I thought I’d help you out.”
Ron’s jaw was hanging open, and Hermione took one look at his absurdness and burst out laughing.
“Oi,” he said as indignantly as he could muster. “I was just trying to be a good boyfriend,” he said, slightly embarrassed, as his ears turned red.
Hermione leaned down and placed a slow kiss on his lips. “I know. Tomorrow we’ll go shopping for gifts, and I’ll be sure not to get you anything with ‘My Sweetheart’ blazoned across the front.” She winked at him and his ears turned even redder.
Harry took a large gulp of butterbeer, then turned to Ginny. “So were you really mad at me for not getting anything for our anniversary?”
“Of course not,” she said, taking his hand.
“Then do I still have to get you anything for Valentine’s Day?”
“You haven’t gotten me anything already?”
“Harry James Potter!”
A/N: I hope you enjoyed. : ) I just had the urge to write a little Valentine’s Day one-shot, even if it’s not one of my best. Please review!
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