Can you do a prequel to “Here We Go Again”? The day before when the blond is flirting with Ron and Hermione is getting jealous. From Harry’s POV! :)
Hiya, @cynthia-granger! I'm so sorry this has taken me a long time — looooong time 😳 — to get to, but I was able to drum up some inspiration given today's theme for @romioneweek. Here is part 2 of Harry's perspective of Ron/Hermione's jealousy. Hope you enjoy!
Romione Week Day 4: A Different Perspective
It's a typical day in the Ministry, or so Harry thinks.
He's excited for the prospect of today's lunch as his stomach rumbles with hunger. Will there be corned beef sandwiches? Steak and kidney pie? He's salivating from the mere thought.
Hermione gripes beside him as they walk together, babbling on about how she isn't really all that hungry — typical — but she hasn't seen Ron in nearly a week since he departed on a mission and needs to give him a "proper hello".
Even just those two words are too much for Harry's ears. He really doesn't want to be thinking about his best friends in that way.
"Well, where is he?" Hermione huffs almost as soon as they walk into the crowded Atrium, an impatient trill hanging on the edge of her tone.
"I'm sure he'll be along shortly," Harry assures. He hopes he's right, so he can say a quick "hi" to his best mate and leave the couple to their own agenda while he piles a plate high with food.
Scanning the room, he blinks twice when he spots a familiar head of hair.
"Wait, I see him! Actually…" Harry's eyes grow wide and he spins Hermione around so that she's not looking in the same direction as him. "That wasn't him."
"Who wasn't him?" Her eyes narrow, indicating that she doesn't believe him in the slightest.
"I saw red hair, but it-it was another ginger bloke," Harry stammers. Blimey, he really should be better at lying by now.
"What ginger bloke?" Hermione interrogates. "We know almost everyone in the Ministry!"
Shit. Time to deflect. "There are other ginger-haired wizards outside of the Weasley family, Hermione."
"I know that, I just can't recall any who…" Hermione pauses, pursing her lips as she crosses her arms. "You're deflecting."
Why does he have to be best mates with the smartest witch of his age?
"Harry Potter, tell me what is going on right now or I will hex you!"
Harry mulls over her threat for a brief moment. He's been witness to an angry Hermione with a wand before. Better not risk it.
"Fine." He sighs, rotating his finger in the air. "Turn around."
Hermione spins in place at once, curiosity morphing into a frown that becomes etched across her face.
The sight she finds is of one Ron Weasley, conversing quite closely with an unfamiliar witch with long blonde hair.
Harry shrugs. "I think she's new. I don't know her name."
"And why does she have her hand on my boyfriend?"
"See, this is why-" Harry doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Hermione goes marching over in Ron's direction, sticking very true to her determined, albeit somewhat abrasive nature.
Sighing to himself, he mumbles, "This is why I can't stand you two sometimes."
Harry watches Ron's eyes light up as she approaches, his smile quickly fading into a look of apprehension as she not-so-subtly slides her way in between Ron and the other woman. Hermione then pushes her back into Ron's chest suggestively while lifting an eyebrow, challenging the blonde woman with a smirk. Harry can see Hermione's mouth moving at rapid speed, making him wish he had an Extendable Ear so that he can listen in to the conversation too.
Harry struggles to maintain his laughter as he watches Ron's face turn a significant shade of red before relaxing and replacing the shock on his face with pride, naturally wrapping an arm around Hermione's waist.
The blonde woman scurries off just moments later, a scarlet tint on her cheeks indicating clear embarrassment. He almost feels sorry for the woman, knowing she walked into a force to be reckoned with.
"Ron!" He overhears Hermione reproach, as she's now turned fully into his arms and he's whispering in her ear. "Not here!"
Harry doesn't even attempt to resist rolling his eyes, wondering why he's subjected himself as a witness to their charades, knowing damn well how it was going to end — how it always ends.
At least they replaced not speaking to each other for weeks on end with snogging — only slightly less annoying. He laughs inwardly at the thought of Ginny. If she was here, she’d have a grand time taking the mickey out of them.
"Isn't Ron so big and strong?" Hermione coos as they approach their best friend, leaning into Ron's side, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey!" Ron defends. "S'not my fault that's what she thinks!"
"Don't worry, love," Hermione pats him on the chest. "I never said that I don't think that as well."
Oh bloody hell, how is Harry going to stomach his lunch now?
"You alright there, Harry?" Ron asks, concern etched between his brows.
"Yeah, yeah," Harry waves off, distracted by the smell of food — glorious food —that he’s eager to find, knowing it’s close by. "Welcome back, mate."
"Cheers!" Ron grins. "Hey, listen, Hermione and I think we're going to go-"
"Yeah, yeah," Harry waves off again. "Go on, get out of here, you two."
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione smiles, and the two walk off arm in arm, giggling back and forth about Merlin knows what.
The sight makes Harry's lips curl up, grateful that despite the typical, disgusting displays of affection between the two, they finally managed to get their shit together. He'll take this over their endless rowing and hostile demeanor towards each other any day.
Now, where are those sandwiches?
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