Hermione uses the patented Daydream Charm after her fight with Ron when she’s at home for Christmas. Plays with what coulda, woulda, shoulda happened with her Ronnie without the ‘Hermione snogged Krum’ bellowing... Missing R/Hr moment in HBP
This story is set after the Christmas Interrupted series. All my stories interrelate HOWEVER they can be read separately.
Sorry for the spelling and grammar; I’m dyslexic. JKR owns Potter.
Seventeen year old Hermione Granger felt pathetic looking out her window to another wet and windy Christmas night. Sad FM... She couldn’t believe she was listening to Sad FM. Not only that but she was wallowing whilst listening to its melancholy soundscape.
1996: was a sad year for muggle music. All the songs reminded her of the broken heart shattered within her chest. More evidence, if it was needed, that Dementors were loose. Songwriters were just being plagued she supposed. Which was all very well and good for the miserable but she didn’t want to be.
She wanted desperately to forget. Forget him with her. Forget what was and what could have been.
Hermione went over to the bed and flopped down.
Her body was rebelling because tonight was their night. It was just past midnight and this time last year; to the minuet in fact, she’d been kissing Ronald Weasley in Grimmauld Places library. Running her fingers through his auburn locks. His hand had gently caressed her cheek and she’d felt on fire. They’d kissed so much that Sirius had used a spell to remove their hickes; for the second time that holiday! She sighed wistfully; their private moments had always been joyful release.
So unlike the snogging spectacle he’s doing with the blond Hermione thought bitterly.
Her body now psychically ached with missing him: Her Ronnie.
She wanted to hold him, kiss him and hear him use that nickname.
Hermione punched her pillow out of frustration. He was Lavender’s now; she’d given him a unsightly gold sweetheart necklace for Christmas. Audaciously declaring as she wrapped it;
‘Oh I know Won-Won’ll love this; we’re so in tune. We were meant to be. Weasley men are very good at finding their soul mates and after that are so loyal so my mother says. Loads of them end up with their first girlfriend.’ The cow had cooed openly just before they’d left school.
Ha! That dithering bint had no idea she was only Ron’s first public girlfriend. Ron and she had been together(ish) for ages. That was the problem. Their relationship had never really gotten to the public show Harry stage. From the outside, it might seem like friends with benefits arrangement but it wasn’t. To her it was real and true...
The Amortentia had confirmed it. The potions fragrance varies from person to person depending upon what each individual finds appealing. For her it had been him. It had always been him and she didn’t know why she’d doubted it.
Empowered by this and a childish jealously test involving Harry, Hermione Granger had taken that next step and then... Then, after a promising start, his pigheadedness had gotten in the way. He’d gotten angry said he was a ‘free agent’ and it made her feel dreadful. Is that how he’d felt all this time? Only now he wasn’t free, he’d taken up with the blond because he was jealous...
After Slughorn’s party was becoming a blur. Other than Ron saving her from McLaggen with the vomiting slug hex – there was only his confession. Like a reveal spell, a possessive Ron had admitted the reason behind his mood and behaviour transplant. Ginny had assumed Victor and her had kissed. Ron was jealous: which was ridiculous. He was jealous of himself!
It was just another example of them being so close and yet...
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to the window. There was Pig; the small excitable grey owl had flown through the storm, to bring her yet another letter from her former friend and love.
I’m sorry I was an idiot. I should have done so many things differently. I can’t believe I throw away our relationship over that misunderstanding. I wish I had a time turner to tell myself how silly I was.
Please floo to the Burrow and let’s talk about this. Or I’ll floo to you. I miss you. Christmas just isn’t as happy without you here and everyone feels your loss.
Can we be friends again? I made a mistake. I’ll do anything to make it up. Please just tell me what I need to do to make this right.
Hermione screwed up the letter. Ronnie! Her Ronnie! How dare he?
She opened a draw that held the rest of his letters and slammed it shut. She was glad she’d used a silencing charm on it because her Ron letter draw looked in need of some repair. When she’d gotten home she’d considered getting rid of the draw full of his letters and pictures. The draw, that now wouldn’t close properly thanks to all his failed attempts at an apology. Buried within was also the small unopened gift box from Ron she’d refused to open.
Hermione looked around wanting something to do; anything but this adolescent introspection. Then, she saw it; a readymade escape. Among the presents delivered from the Burrow that morning was the patterned daydream. Fred and George had sent it to her, implying that if she didn’t use it they’d feel slighted. All day she’d successfully resisted it. Hiding it under the book sent by Harry, the sweater sent by her godmother and the balls of blue wool from Mrs Weasley.
Out of the corner of her eye she could still see the colourful box. The pirate looked every bit the dashing rouge; the swooning girl looked perky and doe eyed. Hermione stormed over to the box, turning the radio off as she went. The box read:
Do you find the real world a little too hard? Are you feeling unloved, uninspired and underactive where you are? Want to experience an extra thrill? The solution is here: the virtually undetectable, realistic daydream charm that lasts for thirty minutes.
Warnings: side effects may include drooling and/or dazed expression. Not for under the age of sixteen’s.
Hermione studied the enchantment and the wand movement carefully. When she was ready she lay on her bed, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. The incarnation and wand movement were easy for her. However, after performing them she didn’t feel any different. Frustrated; she opened her eyes only to see a great mist, like a lazy cloud of magic had enveloped her room.
“Hello Hermione” said a familiar jovial voice. She could see his satisfied smile before she turned. It was big and warm and mischievous. Everything he’d always been.
“Fred” Hermione breathed relieved but disappointed that it wasn’t that other redhead. She couldn’t help but grin back. Suddenly, she noticed that they were on the Yule Ball dance floor again. His eyes sparkled with mischief; his garish purple dragon suit smelt like gunpowder. Hermione couldn’t help but rolled her eyes.
“Don’t you be rolling your eyes at me, Mione” he exclaimed wickedly. That sobered her up, how did he know that nickname? He opened his arms and she collapsed into them; so warm, save and familiar. “The daydream charms don’t usually start like this.” As he said this they started to waltz. “This is especially for you; it’s a longer charm, with no pirates.” She noticed her clothes had changed from pyjamas to her periwinkle dress robes.
Her gaze met his. She wanted to melt into those eyes; swim in the pools of light shining brightly. They’d been friends for so long, got on so well away from everyone. For a moment it was nice. It was always easy with Fred but she didn’t want what was easy. Fred could never be Ron. Gunpowder could never smell like Ron’s hair.
Dancing with him again made her realise afresh that it was always Ron she’d yearn for.
“Fredrick!” she said seriously. “You’re not who I want to be dancing with!”
“Me neither,” a familiar voice interrupted. Hermione shivered. “May I?” He confidently asked his brother. Hermione slowly turned her head and saw Ron. “Hi Mione.” He smiled charmingly, eyes smouldered. “I’m the one you want!”
“Since I was eleven years old and saw you at Diagon Alley” she heard herself sigh as she moved into his familiar arms. The daydream Fred smiled sadly before fading away leaving them alone.
Daydream Ron stroked her cheek, edged closer and kissed her. It was slow, passionate and just what she’d been longing for. She closed her eyes and let herself feel only this.
When she opened her eyes again they were in Hogwarts library.
“I have to go!” A Quidditch clad Ron complained slowly getting up from the table. It was then she knew this was the last day he was civil. The day they’d been so close.
“No stay...” Hermione lightly whined grabbing his hand. “You’re really good! The best quidditch keeper this school has ever seen...” she said innocently, trying her best to be doe eyed. “Best player even; better than Harry or your brothers.” She beamed as the blush spread to his ears. “Stay with me! Study, play footsy, even play eye spy if you like... ”
Ron smiled down at her truly torn between his nearly girlfriend and his team mates.
This isn’t a daydream it’s a glorified pensive Hermione thought. I know what happens next.
“Mione!” he said earnestly, in a low dangerous tone. “I’d much prefer staying here with you but... I gotta go help the others... It’s my duty as...”
“Alright! Alright!” she muttered before he got to the end of his sentence. Just like the first time she pouted and folding her arms in a sulk. Again he turned to go and she said: “Just before you go one tiny little thing.” She beckoned him closer with her finger and when he was near enough; she kissed his lips chastely. It was slow, soft and gave both of them shivers.
“What was that for?” he asked with a dazed smile.
“For luck” and with that she returned to her homework and he left their corner of the library.
To her surprise, Ron popped his head back around the corner.
“If you like I’ll come by and carry your books back to the tower after quidditch practice” he said shyly. “I’ll be a bit smelly but... it’s what a boyfriend should do.”
“Boyfriend?” she asked meekly. He nodded. “Then, I’ll be waiting then like a good girlfriend should.” she replied in a very dreamily and un-Hermione-ish way. He smiled brightly, she blew him a kiss and shooed him away.
The daydream slowly changed. Ron returned as the library was closing. She was waiting. They looked shyly at each other. Being friends for six years didn’t prepare them for this. They came over suddenly bashful, like they were two strangers. This was meeting their first as girlfriend and boyfriend.
“Hi” she smiled stepping forward giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. As soon as their lips met, even though it was for a moment – everything became clear. It was like an awaking; they were still Hermione and Ron just with a greater ability to show physical affection.
“Hi” he said against her mouth. His hand found the small of her back. She was happy. This greeting was definitely something they could get used to. He shouldered her bag, had his broom in one hand and grabbed her hand with his other. Madam Pince saw this and was highly amused.
“So where’s our shadow?” she asked as they entered the corridor and were definitely by themselves.
“Harry walked back with Ginny and Dean” Ron said pointedly. “I reckon he doesn’t like them together...”
“What did they say about you meeting me?” she innocently enquired.
“Nothing” he said squeezing her hand. He lifted her hand and kissed it.
“Should we tell him?” Hermione asked holding her breath.
“Let’s wait until after I singlehandedly win the quidditch match...” he answered.
The corridor was deserted, so in agreement they kissed. Just as she was starting to enjoy herself, when his warm leave her and the daydream had changed.
Hermione opened her eyes and noticed she was entering the common room. Ron was standing on a small side tables. There were a gaggle of fans around him; her boyfriend looked so good standing there. She sighed with a guilty smile. Her smiled turned to a frown when she noticed Lavender was approaching him, with lustful intent.
Ron didn’t notice. He’d been scanning the crowd for a face and when he saw hers he beamed lopsidedly. He was about to get down and run to her when Lavender flung herself at him. As soon as she was about to kiss him he moved away.
“Lavender?” Ron questioned highly embarrassed for the young witch. “You’re a nice girl and everything but I already have a girlfriend!”
Ron Weasley using the word girlfriend stopped the entire party. Hermione moved towards them upset but determined. She felt the fury afresh that had plagued her since the real victory party. That bint was coming on to her boyfriend. Her Ronnie! A voice boomed out of nowhere.
“Lavender, get off my boyfriend” Hermione was surprised that it was her speaking those words. A ripple of excitement went around the room faster than a rumour. She marched up to the girl that she shared a dorm with and said with more confidence. “Please move away from my boyfriend.”
“Oh I assure you we are Lavender” she said standing in front of Ron. Her Ron! “He’s my best friend and he chose me long ago. What made you think you could compete with that?” It was something she always wanted to say to Lavender.
Lavender made a strange choking noise in disbelief. Ron wrapped her in his arms. His muscles made her feel save. He smelt intoxicatingly masculine. Goodness she loved that he was the best quidditch keeper the school had ever seen. She looked at him adoringly and they shared a quick peck on the lips; grinning ear to ear. This felt good and right. The room irrupted into applause, whooping and woof-whistles; the loudest of which came from their best friend Harry Potter.
Overjoyed: he walked towards them with a spring in his step. Smiling; he hugged them both together. For a little while he seemed unable to form actual words. The party lost interest and began again. While the portraits and ghosts took it upon themselves to spread the joyous news. Lavender shrunk back into the crowd, straight into the arms of Seamus.
“Now Ron...” Harry said in a serious voice. “It’s my duty because Hermione is like my sister, to say... err...”
“Treat her well or I’ll be sorry?” Ron added amused. Harry nodded.
“I don’t think he needs any threats from you Harry...” Hermione joked. “He is my boyfriend after all and I have been meaning to try this charm with attacking canaries.”
They all laughed and she could tell that the daydream was about to change. She wanted to keep this memory safe.
The daydream transitioned to sometime later that week; Hermione was the last leave Arithmancy class. Ron was waiting. He beamed at her as she walked towards him slightly dazed.
“Malady!” Ron said bowing and kissing her hand. “I’ve come to carry your bag!” Hermione sighed dreamily and when he brought his lips close enough, she kissed them. The corridor was deserted so it was more than a peck; but it was still a public corridor in daylight so it was less than a full on snog.
“It’s very nice of you...” Hermione said regaining her composure.
“Not at all” Ron replied honestly. “Besides, I was just checking on Pig in the Owlery.”
“Ron, you never check on Pig and the Owlery is the other side of the castle.” Hermione smiled as she grabbed his hand and they headed off towards the common room.
“Okay” he said with mock embarrassment. “I wanted some harmless alone time with my girlfriend that isn’t witnessed by the entire school. Nothing funny; just aimless conversation that isn’t analyzed by the gossip mongers.”
“Sounds wonderful!” Hermione agreed. “So what do you want to talk about?”
“Actually, I just wanted to ask you one thing?” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “Can you explain what Arithmancy is?” Hermione was taken aback because he’d never shown interest in her subjects before. True he’d been the only one to notice that she was two places at once during third year but still... She wondered if the real Ron would be this interested. It warmed her heart to think that he probably would.
“It’s the magical discipline that included predicting the future with numbers and numerology. Those who study Arithmancy are called Arithmancers.” Hermione explained gleefully. “Bridget Wenlock, first discovered the magical properties of the number seven in the 13th century...”
“And tell me Hermione” Ron interjected with a wicked tone of voice. “How is what old Vector is teaching you different from what odd Trelawney's teaches?” Her hand left his and went to her hip angrily. All she saw was red; and it wasn’t his endearing hair.
“Ronald!” she snapped. “They’re two completely different things. Professor Trelawney desperately interprets signs of her own creation; seeing the grim in the clouds, death in tealeaves and credits ‘an inner eye’ to decode dreams as windows into the future instead of using them as windows into a person’s own desires.” She was gazing at him intently. He looked back egging her on.
“Arithmancy uses numbers that appear in people’s lives. Numbers that are logically come by then used to discern reoccurring patterns.” Hermione said as her hair began to get wilder, Ron didn’t respond he just examined her in disbelief. “I mean you’ve seen my homework. Professor Trelawney sets dream diaries that are more creative writing assignments – Professor Vector sets homework assignments, which included writing essays, requiring consultation and composition of complex number charts.” Hermione explained desperately. “Do you see the difference Ronald?”
“Beautiful...” Ron sighed satisfied. “I had this whole list of reasons why you’re wrong but I can’t remember them.”
“A list?” Hermione asked stunned, her hands slipping from her hips. “As in... you researched it?”
“Hermione,” Ron said matter-of-factly. “I have two brothers, Bill and Percy that were both mad on Arithmancy. I know what it is – I just wanted to see you angry.” Hermione gapped at him. So he explained. “Hermione your gorgeous all the time but when you’re angry at me.” He tried to find the words. “You’re really passionate and your hair gets wilder, and your eyes look so beautiful and you’re just...” he sighed. “...dead sexy!”
“Sexy!” she squeaked. Embarrassed walked away a little, she cleared her throat and added haughtily. “Do you do that often Weasley?”
“All the time Mione...” he admitted. “All the time!” Then, Hermione did something that surprised even her. She ran up to him and snogged him. Properly snogged him. They bashed into a suit of armour, making it clag before moving towards a nearby alcove.
“Me-too-everyday-for-years” she muttered against his lips. “Your-gorgeous-and-sexy-and-amazing-when-your-angry!” she confessed. They continued to talk and snog.
“Only-time-I-could-get-your-undivided-attention” he agreed. The kissing continued until Mrs Norris meowed interrupted them. They ran off giggling. The only word she could use to describe what she felt was: joy. When their destination was within sight Ron broke the silence by announcing.
“Just had a letter from mum; she’s really happy about our news...” he said clearly self-conscious. “As are your parents and she wants us to know that you and your family are coming for Christmas at the Burrow.”
“Our parents correspond?” Hermione marvelled.
“Apparently” Ron said trying to be light heartedly. “Ginny owled mum on Saturday afternoon, by Sunday our parents were having brunch. Whatever that is? And now we’ll have a proper family Christmas!” He made sure the coast was clear before bending down to kissed her tenderly. It felt so right and so nice, like they’d always done this.
She could feel the Fat Lady’s piercing eyes so muttered the password ‘treacle tart’ pointedly. The door opened.
“Okay! Also brunch is when you combine a late breakfast with an early lunch” Hermione said for clarification. Ron looked at her bemused.
“So instead of having two meals, you have one?” he asked slowly as he followed her through the portrait hole. “That’s mental: surely it’s better to have two meals?” he asked as he stood up. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently indicating that it was a question to be answered. Hermione smiled; other than her and Harry, meals times were very important to her Ronnie. They spotted their best-friend and made their way over.
He seemed to be trying to study but was spending more time staring at Ginny and Dean, who were working in the opposite corner.
“Well Brunch is a muggle idea: Very popular in the suburbs.” Hermione answered vaguely. Ron was about to respond with another question about what the suburbs were when Harry interrupted.
“Now there’s a sight, my favourite Prefects bickering whilst holding hands!” He exclaimed amused beyond belief. Ron let go of Hermione’s hand and flopped onto the sofa. A bereft Hermione sat next to him; he put his arm around her.
“Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!” Harry moaned burying his head in his homework.
“Harry we’re not doing anything!” Ron said innocently. “We’re just sitting.”
“Yeah, Harry and we could be a lot worst” Hermione said seriously. “We could be in that chair” she said pointing to the one Lavender and Won Won were fond of. “...writhing around like the giant squid with ants in his pants!”
They all laughed and Hermione felt the daydream change. She closed her eyes and let it happen.
Now she was looking at her reflection. Her make-up was very simple, her hair was wavy but not fizzy and judging by the red floaty dress she was wearing; it was the night of Slughorn’s Christmas party. As she was inspecting herself the door behind her opened.
“Message from your boyfriend” Ginny smiled. “In the most loving way imaginable – I’m supposed to express to you that it is impossible to improve on perfection and he misses you.” The words left her in such a dramatic fashion that Hermione couldn’t keep a straight face. “Alright he didn’t really say that exactly but he meant it... Oh you do look gorgeous. Have you charmed your make-up?”
“Why would I charm my make-up?” Hermione enquired spinning around to look at her friend.
“It’s a traditional Christmas party.” Ginny hinted. “It has secluded corners with mistletoe!” This was accompanied by an eyebrow wiggle.
Hermione blushed as Ginny applied the anti-smug make-up charm not to smug. As they descended the stairs Hermione caught her first glimpse of Ron. Her boyfriend was wearing a newer set of elegant dress robes. Her heart fluttered, they were dark navy and unlike the maroon ones there were no frills or lace.
Upon seeing Hermione his face broke out into a wide-smile.
“Wow” he said breathlessly. “You look great!”
“So do you!” she beamed taking his arm. They went through the corridors in relative silence. It was the comfortable kind. As they got closer to the music and lights of the party became brighter, Hermione redirected them. This was around the place they’d had their fight before the end of term.
Hermione led him over towards the stairs that he’d hid to curse McLaggen. She stood on the second step and snogged him. She ran her fingers through his hair and enjoyed his embrace. Wordlessly thanking him for saving her from the giant squid replacement. For cursing him with the slugs that first time and being hers now.
“What was that for?” he asked happily stroking her cheek.
“Because you looked too delicious to resist and we’ll have to be so respectable at the party.” She said with a pout before kissing him again. After another satisfied sigh they readjusted themselves and continued onwards. Ron was highly amused by the whole thing: Hermione didn’t care.
As they entered, they were met by Professor Slughorn.
“Arr Miss Granger. How nice to see you?” he welcomed them warmly. The old potioneer’s attention shifted towards Ron. He looked at him like he was examining a bubbling cauldron.
“It’s nice to be here, Professor...” Hermione answered pointedly, squeezing Ron’s hand. “You remember my boyfriend...” she added pointedly. For a moment, the Professor didn’t look pleased but that look quickly faded away.
“Of course I remember Mr Weasley...” he schmoozed, purposely getting Ron’s surname right. “You’re the new star of the Gryffindor Quidditch team...” Ron’s ears blushed red: taken aback. “That was a spectacular performance against Slytherin. I expect you’re very proud of him.”
“Yes sir: Very proud!” she confirmed shamelessly. Slughorn was, however, losing interest in them and was scanning the room. Hermione remembered him doing this the first time. “Well we better mingle, honey!”
“Didn’t Harry come with you?” Slughorn said almost desperately. “He is coming isn’t he?”
“Oh he should be here soon” Ron confirmed encouragingly. “He’s just meeting his date.” It seemed that Ron’s opinion of Slughorn had increased as soon as he’d recognised his existence for his own merit and not as the no-named sidekick to his two favourite pupils.
“Jolly good now you should go and speak to...” Slughorn’s voice faded away.
The scene changed and as it transitioned, the voice of Fred Weasley boomed:
“Mione: this is the last part of the daydream.”
As the mist cleared she noticed she was sitting on the Burrow’s living room floor surrounded by Weasley’s, Harry and her parents. Her boyfriend sat next to her, legs touching, each wearing grins that extended to their eyes. Across from them, their fathers and mothers looked like they were enjoying getting to know each other.
The Christmas tree was surrounded by presents that were being handed out by Fred and George. It was a very homemade Christmas with ornaments that seemed to have been well loved. The oddest of which was the fairy on top of the Christmas tree that looked like an angry cross dressing gnome. Mixed among these magical decorations were very muggle ones. It was a very crowded wonderful Christmas with music, laughter and delicious cooking smells permeating the air.
“Come on Hermione...” cajoled George. “What did Ronniekin’s get you?”
“This isn’t from Ron...” Hermione realised with a smile. Ron’s present, a small watch with symbols around the edge and moving stars instead of hands, hung around her neck on a chain. She was touched by this gift because she didn’t like wearing wrist watches. The present in her hand was soft and squishy; when she felt it her breath caught.
“A long overdue present I think.” Ron whispered in her ear. Her shaking hands opened the wrapping. This was a moment to savour. The joy radiated from her as she saw the azure wool. The material was of a softness that was addictive. It was, by far, the most beautiful Weasley jumper Mrs Weasley had ever made. Gasps issued from certain family members. Hermione slipped it on over her pyjamas and felt she was in heaven. She felt warm, save and loved like no magic she’d ever read about.
“Welcome to the family!” Ron whispered in her ear. Hermione turned her head he dropped a tender kiss on her lips. It was a slow kiss that made her toes curl. “Love you” he added completely satisfied. It was the first time the confession had left his lips.
“I love you too” she muttered and he kissed her again. This time, however, this time the family noticed.
“Yuck!” they chorused in a variety of ways. There were cushions, teddies and even sweets thrown.
“Oi!” Ron explained shooting mock murderous looks around. Everyone in the family laughed; it was like a fairytale Christmas.
The daydream was fading suddenly Mrs Weasley took her aside and whispered:
“The wool is from a little shop I know and the blue...”
“...is the colour of Ron’s eyes!” she finished. Mrs Weasley nodded Hermione released that it was actually the colour of all the boys’ eyes and of the wool Mrs Weasley had sent. “Thank you, but why haven’t you made me one of these before?” she asked touching the jumper that she hadn’t taken off yet. Mrs Weasley sighed.
“I wanted to, I actually bought this wool three years ago” She sat the young girl down as she explained her reason. “But if I knitted you this sweater it would be like I was giving into the reality that I was giving my little boy to you.” Hermione couldn’t believe it.
“Don’t you like me?” Hermione said upset.
“Hermione,” Mrs Weasley said taking her in her arms for a brief hug. “I love you but I didn’t want to be replaced in his heart. I tried to deny what I saw. Then there were things I couldn’t escape from; like how passionate he was about you staying with us after Cedric’s death. Last Christmas, when he needed you, you ran to him rather than spend Christmas with your parents.” Mrs Weasley looked Hermione in the eye and said earnestly. “...that made the difference. But even before that: you remember when I saw the Boggart in Grimmauld Place?” Hermione nodded; nothing could erase the sight of that mother distraught. “I’ve never told anyone this but the first person it changed into was you. Then, Harry. Then, Ron and the rest of our family... all died.”
“I know that if you die, then so will Harry and so will Ron.” She said on the verge of tears. She gave a large sniff and continued. “This summer before you left; I knew that it was the right time. Ron was going to give you his bear Billius for your birthday... So I started your first Weasley jumper. I slowly knitted it, no spells just weaving in my motherly love.” With a jolt Hermione realised that she was quickly waking up. Mrs Weasley kept on speaking.
“Remember this sweater Hermione” Mrs Weasley said lovingly. “The wool I sent you this year is left over from me knitting it. Remember this daydream because one day it will come true. Ron and you will come out the other end of this tiff and be stronger for it. We love you Hermione!”
Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes. It was 2am. She felt small and sick and frustrated. Breathing was hard, heart stopped and brain emptied as she thought of those moments. She gasped as tears burned her eyes. They would have been brilliant together – it would have been brilliant – if only it was real!
A sinking feeling started in her soul. Still dazed from the daydream she staggered towards the balls of wool. They were the colour of Ron’s eyes. Her fingers dared to touch them and the texture was as intoxicatingly soft as it had been in her daydream. Was that last message from the Real Mrs Weasley? Is that really how she felt?
Without thought her hands sought the draw filled with Ron’s letter. In there was a small, unusually neatly wrapped package from Ron. Her shaking hands undid the ribbon and paper. Breathing slowly she lifted the lid on the small jewellery box. Her eyes widened. There was a small watch with symbols around the edge and moving stars instead of hands, on a chain for around her neck. She was touched by this gift because she didn’t like wearing wrist watches. The watch went back into the box before being closed away.
Emotions overcame her. Hermione looked over towards her trunk. She couldn’t resist slowly easing it open and purposefully grabbing the battered object. Hidden safety between some jumpers – tonight she felt a compulsion to snuggle the bear from her former best-friend.
Billius was well loved. There were patches where legs had one hand sprung from. It was frayed at the edges where pets had nibbled it. The stuffing had thinned away from the middle where he’d been hugged. The eyes had been replaced. Hermione’s favourite part of this bear was that every fibre of it had been impregnated with the scent of Ron. This was unsurprising because he had been Ron’s bear since birth.
She sat curled up on the bed. Tears welled in her tear ducts but they wouldn’t come. That daydream had been so detailed. How had the twins known about the wool and the watch and half the other elements? Desperate for answers she searched the side of the daydream box. To her surprise she saw a letter enclosed:
Hermione: Christmas is the time for merriment. We hope this helped. The details of the daydream were like putting a self eating jigsaw together. Some were easy like: we really do have a gnome on top of the Christmas tree. Others we needed to bribe Ginny’s for. We even tricked some information from Harry. That boy will do anything if you stuff him with enough butterbeer and chocolate frogs. Mum noticed of course and because she’s silently frustrated about the whole situation made us put the last part in. Chin up and cheerio. Gred and Forge x
Mrs Weasley ready did feel that! Somehow that made what her son had done more painful. She turned the lights off and slipped under her duvet: Mulling the situation over and over.
Ron had made a mistake. They were in this mess because they were really passionate people, who had hidden what was really going on between them. These emotions had been hidden from everyone including each other. This led to misunderstandings and this situation with the blond.
Hermione breathed in deeply; trying to clear her mind. Seeing that daydream, with its wonderful details had started a dull ache inside of her. It made her feel terribly happy and sad all at once. Happy the thoughts and feelings she’d been harbouring hadn’t been in her imagination. Others had seen it too... his mother, no less!
Sadness quickly overcame the happiness. At the moment, it was only a dream; she and Ron weren’t even friends. She mourned that fact. Lying awake in the dark with the window open made her feel restless. She tossed and turned before giving up her bed at 3am for a cup of tea.
When Hermione arrived downstairs she was surprised that her mother was waiting. For a moment, Hermione dithered in the doorway; she hadn’t told her mum the new friendship situation with Ron. Internally, she battled the urge to flee.
“Hello darling!” Rose Granger said quietly, brushing back her long curly hair from her face.
“Mum what are you doing up so late?” Hermione asked moving closer.
“I could ask you the same question?” She said perceptively as she turned to the stove. Grabbing the milk pan that had been slowly simmering poured the contents slowly into awaiting mugs. “Now don’t tell your father...” she added with a wicked glint as a box of Weasley fudge found its way between them.
“Well, what do we have here?” Hermione asked astonished, her mother, the dentist eating sweets at night.
“Molly sent it over...” the older woman admitted. “She really is an angle when it comes to sweets. And, as she always reminds me, a little of what you fancy isn’t bad as long as you brush afterwards...!”
“Always say? Since when do you talk to Ginny’s mother?” Hermione enquired, holding her drink closer. Both of them knew that Ginny’s name was a substitute.
“We’ve spoken since we met them at Diagon Alley...At the Leaky Cauldron we exchanged details and then when you had your accident; she kept us updated. I think young Ronald asked her to.”
“Ron did that?” Hermione looked dazed. Momentary her mind’s eye saw the thirteen year old boy with the auburn hair, direct Professor Lockhart into the care of Madam Pomfrey as she was waking up in the hospital wing. He’d looked so relieved and there had been an awkward moment where they’d nearly hugged.
“Oh yes” Rose Granger smiled as she casually sipped her milk. “He was very worried about you!” she empathised then she cleared her throat. “Speaking of that tall handsome redheaded friend of yours...”
“No mum...” Hermione said snapped. This was a surprising by reaction and a silence engulfed them. Rose reached over for some fudge. Hermione slipped her drink and grimaced. Mrs Weasley always added honey to milk enjoyed at midnight. Without thinking, Hermione used her wand to silently summon the honey and a spoon.
Rose Grangers eyes became wider. This was the first time since before Hermione had gone to Hogwarts that she’d seen magic. The young witch was too preoccupied to notice this reaction: the daydream charm was still fresh in her mind.
“I don’t want to talk about him or his blond girlfriend... Lavender Brown mother... of all the girls in the whole school... he has to go for the one least like me!” Hermione ranted. Her mother was about to agree that it was understandable that he would pick someone who was unlike her: when Hermione continued by herself. “It’s all Won-Won this and Won-Won that... and snogging like the giant squid on the sofa... they’re very nonverbal” she spat bitterly. “And why mother? They have nothing in common other than the house they’re in?”
“It’s completely ridiculous mother!” Hermione said looking at her mug. There was a pause in which Rose thought she’d be able to interject something when her daughter fumed on. “The worst thing is the reason behind it... he told me just before the end of term. He was angry that I’d snogged Victor1 Did he ask me? No. I hadn’t you know... So we didn’t go to the Slug Club Christmas party just because of that stupid misunderstanding. That’s why that... girl is parading around as his girlfriend! They’ve never even had a conversation.”
“Hermione...” Her mother ventured in a delicate fashion. “To be honest: The magical world bemuses me. I’m just a dentist so I can’t advice you on being a witch. This however, I do understand. Relationships are always hard. The key is not giving up...”
“I didn’t give up... HE did!” Hermione choked. “He hurt me: mother! I mean REALLY hurt me!” her eyes began to sting with unwept tears.
“And you didn’t hurt him...?” Rose said evenly. There was silence and Hermione looked at her mother as if she was a stranger. “The attacking budgies...” Hermione’s looked surprised. How did her mother know about them? “Molly Weasley told me. Not that she or I blame you... But we were surprise that you did it.” The strong witch crumbled. Her mother moved around and engulfed her in an embrace and kissed her crown.
“I was so angry.” Hermione sobbed. “Can you imagine walking into the common room and seeing your almost boyfriend snogging another girl. I just bolted; I needed to clear my head. Harry found me and was comforting me... which he’s rubbish at because Ron usually does that kind of thing... well... Ron came in... and... he didn’t even look at me mum. It was like I was nothing. I was seething quietly... I was going to be so graceful and composed. There wasn’t shouting; he didn’t apologise... There wasn’t anything – he looked relieved as I went by.” Hermione said upset; she moved her head to look at her mother then confessed. “I snapped.” She said averting her gaze and popping fudge in her mouth.
“Well – you have two options don’t you?” Rose said with a sad smile. It was good to be here for her daughter; even though it was because a broken heart. “You can either forgive him now; because you know you want to.” Hermione looked at her defiantly. “OR you can just ignore him; Concentrate on any new mysteries you have going on with Harry; Visit Hagrid; Spend time with Ginny; Concentrate on your schoolwork. Carry on with your life and let him see that. The novelty of Lavender will soon wear thin. Then, let him be sorry. Feel sorry and follow that through with his actions” she said with a reassuring tone. “But forgive him...”
Hermione let her words sink in. After a little while, her mother kissed her goodnight and headed up to bed. By the time she went to bed Hermione had decided that her mother was right. She had the right to be happy. There were loads of things she would prefer to do other than continue to throw herself pity parties.
In the morning, she would send Pig home with a note to leave her alone. She’d tidy the Ron draw so it closed and Billius would go back into her truck. For now, she snuggled the bear, breathed in his scent and relaxed for the night. Comforted by her mother’s words: the novelty the blond would soon wear off... and if she was lucky, next year the daydream might become a reality.
This story is like an unofficial sequel to the Christmas Interrupted series. So if you want to read about Ron and Hermione snogging a lot... throughout cannon... I got you covered.
I’ve also been criticised for a slight Fred and Hermione shipping. The moment with Fred on the dance floor refers to Yule Brawl. Also relates to my story called Bed. All will become clear in, the yet unwritten: George Explains It All. I don’t think Fred and Hermione were having an affair behind Ron’s back. Just, when no one was looking, they shared a friendship. What other stuff happened helped Hermione to realise that she wanted Ron.