Holiday Plans
by Angela
06-09-03
Ron was glad to be
going home. The Hogwarts Express jolted
and rocked, Pig cooed from beneath his robes, and for the first time since
Harry’s name was pulled from that bloody goblet, Ron felt content. He peered at the others from beneath
half-closed eyelids.
Harry and the twins
were talking--deep in an enthusiastic discussion of next year’s quiddich
season. They were speculating about who
would be captain, now that Wood had graduated.
Ron hoped it would be George, but he couldn’t very well say so or Fred
would be hurt. He shook his head,
thanking the maker that he hadn’t been born a twin.
Hermione was curled
up beside him, her shoulder almost brushing his as she flipped through her
summer homework. If she wasn’t careful,
she’d finish it all in a week and have nothing else to study all holiday. Ron wondered if Pigwidgeon could carry such
a heavy parcel as all of his books; if Hermione became desperate for Hogwarts
work, he would gladly sacrifice his own for her to do.
But if she took up
Krum’s offer--if she went to Bulgaria--she wouldn’t have time for extra
homework. In fact, it would make sense
for her to finish her studies as quickly as possible, to get it out of the way
so it wouldn’t interfere with her trip.
Ron suddenly felt sick to his stomach and he regretted the half-dozen
chocolate frogs he’d eaten.
“Say, Hermoione,”
he whispered, praying that the twins and Harry wouldn’t notice him. “You never did tell--you going to Bulgaria
to visit Krum this summer?”
Hermione looked up
from her book, her expression surprised.
“What?”
“Krum.” Ron tried to keep the impatience from his
voice. “Are you going to visit him over
the holiday?”
She smiled. Ron wondered what it was about Viktor Krum
that made her eyes shine like that.
“I’ve thought on it,” she replied smoothly.
Ron felt even
sicker. “Well, I was thinking,” he
began, trying to come up with a suitable counter-offer. “You and Ginny get on famously, and Mum asks
about you all the time, so maybe you’d rather spend some time at my
house?” It didn’t seem good
enough. “I mean, we’ll be having Harry
over as soon as Dumbledore says it’s all right, and I thought you might want to
come, too. It’ll be more fun with all
three of us, I reckon.”
Hermione’s grin
widened, and Ron got the distressing feeling that she knew something that he
didn’t, that she might even be laughing at him. He wished he’d kept his big mouth shut--chances were she wasn’t
really going to Viktor’s anyway.
“That sounds
fun.” Hermione tucked her book into her
bag. “It gives me something else to
think on.” She petted Crookshanks idly,
a faraway look coming into her eyes. Ron
was confused by her goofy smile and the slight blush that touched her
cheeks. Was thinking of Krum that
exciting?
Pig fluttered in
his cage, suddenly letting out a series of wild hoots despite the darkness
beneath Ron’s robe. Ron patted the back
of the cage gently, trying to calm the hyperactive owl. He was startled when his hand encountered
skin instead of the smooth fabric of the school robe.
Hermione twisted
her fingers around his.
He looked up at
her, completely shocked. Her head was
bowed; for all appearances looking like she was intent on studying the beetle
in her jar. She gave him a sidelong
glance, though, and her eyes were smiling.
She squeezed his hand gently.
Ron was on
fire. His face, his neck, his ears, his
chest--they all felt hot and sweaty all of a sudden, as though someone had cast
a heating spell in their compartment.
He glanced at Harry. He was
still wrapped up in his discussion with his brothers. Good.
Their hands were
discreetly tucked behind Pig’s cage, so there was no way anyone would know that
they were so intimately entwined. Ron
breathed deeply, feeling the flush fade from his face. This was nice. Her hand was soft and small and warm.
He leaned back and
closed his eyes, suddenly in the mood for another chocolate frog. He wasn’t going to let go of her hand long
enough to find one, though, so he let the notion go. He was happy enough that his stomach didn’t hurt, that his face
was turning back to its normal color.
He was happy enough that Hermione wouldn’t be going to Bulgaria after
all.