Ronald Bilius Weasley (advigilo_ron) wrote in midnight_rpg,
Ronald Bilius Weasley

Finished RP

Who: Ron, and Hermione
Where/When: Harry and Ron's rooms/Thursday night
What: Talking about Daphne/to love or not to loe that is the question...
Rating: PG-13 for language Ron has such a bad potty mouth...*gets bar of soap again..*grin*

Ron just got in from his shift, and rummaged through Harry and Ron's liquor cabinet grabbed the Vodka, decided to just sit, and drink the rest; there wasn't that much left. He plopped on the sofa, bottle in hand, but with really no desire to really drink it. He rested his head on the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Hermione was hoping that she remembered Ron's shift schedule correctly as she stopped in front of his door and hesitatingly knocked on it. She wanted to check on him, but more importantly she was glad that they had come to an understanding and she wanted to make sure that things were still all right between them.

Ron yelled for the person to come in. Then got up to see who it was, bottle still in hand. He opened the door just as Hermione was opening it. "Hermione?" He looked at the bottle hanging in his hand and then looked at Hermione. "What are you doing here?" Then he looked down. "Sorry, I didn't mean that how it came out." He sighed, let her in, and placed the bottle on the coffee table.

She followed him inside and looked around. "I didn't take offense at it. I know you've had a rough time lately. I should have Owled you before I came here...I'm sorry, Ron."

He turned around, plopped on the couch, and looked up at her questioningly. "Oh? What rough time of it? You don't have to owl to come over. I hope our friendship hasn't become that formal." He tried to smile, but it came out as an awkward lopsided mess.

She looked him over as she sat down on the couch. "I just thought that you might be upset because that tar.... girl broke up with you."

His eyebrows furrowed...."Harry?" was all he said...

"Harry?" she questioned. "No, Draco came in upset one day because Daphne was upset and she broke up with you.... should I not know that?"

Ron sighed. "No, I mean I just didn't want a lot of people to know about it. I guess Daphne is telling everyone though." He placed a hand to his head and ran it across his forehead. "So, Draco was upset about it, eh? What did she tell him?" he wondered.

"She and Draco are apparently very close, though he never told me about it," she said, sighing. "He said you both fought over family, I didn't want to discuss it with him so we agreed to disagree."

"Well, I suppose that was why. I was just trying to be there for her. She was upset, I was trying to comfort her, we started to talk about her family, and I was telling her kind of what you told me just that other day. Then she jumped up and locked herself in the bedroom crying. I went to the door to try to talk her out; to get her to tell me what was wrong. I tried to be gentle, and understanding, but she wouldn't budge. So I got into the locked door anyways. That’s when things got heated, and I lost It." he bowed his head.

"What do you mean you lost it?" She looked at his bowed head and frowned sadly.

"I let my temper take control, and I started yelling at her. She yelled back and then she stormed out. I stormed out and slammed her door hard enough to make the windows rattle. She got more mad at me, and she told me to leave her alone."

Hermione patted his back as she shook her head. "Have you talked to her since this happened? Maybe you both just needed to blow off steam?"

"I Owled her to see if we could talk, she proceeded to tell me it was over, and that she just needed time away from me. Am I really that bad?" He asked, pain written all over his face. He looked away quickly not wanting her to see how much he hurt, again. "I don't think I ever want to love again, really. I think it's better if I were just an Arsehole...." He lifted his head, and only bitterness showed then.

"You're not that bad. She was.... she wasn't mature enough for a relationship and she should have ended things the right way." She wanted to hug him, but she wasn't sure what their boundaries were anymore. "You can't count you and I in there, you know..."

His pained eyes looked up at her. "Why not? I failed you twice. I pushed to hard just like I pushed to hard with Daphne. “I never know when to quit, do I?" He shook his head and lay back on the couch.

She sighed as she leaned back on the couch, watching him. "That wasn't the reason that we didn't work out. There were a lot of reasons like we have different tastes in a lot of things, we want different things out of life.... and you wanted love. I've never been in love with anyone and I'm not sure I would even know what it feels like." She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "I just think that Daphne wasn't mature enough for you, she was dating Blaise before you and broke off with him to date you...that should have been a big red flag."

"She told me she just had sex with him. That it was nothing..." His eyes went a dark blue the color of stormy weather, and his eyebrows furrowed. "She lied to me! Why did I trust her, Mione? She kept telling me I shouldn’t be so trusting. Maybe she was right; maybe I need to close my heart. Just become what I have resisted all these years, become a Blaise and just fuck to fuck...” He said not caring if he was crude.

She ground her teeth at his language but decided not to correct him for it today. "That's not your personality and that is not how you were raised. Molly raised you to respect women, and I don't think that you would like that lifestyle half as much as you think you would."

"Hermione, My heart is dead..." He reached for the bottle of Vodka sitting on the table. Numb...Numbness would feel so nice... He left it alone taking his hand away. "Maybe I would, and since when did respecting women get me anything?" he asked bitterly.

"You're heart's not dead, Ronald. It's just broken because you give it away too easily. You should take more care and use your head to fall-in-love and not your heart." She sat up and reached for the bottle to pull it away from him. Out of sight, out of mind. "Respect for women is what gained my friendship with you...does that mean nothing to you really?"

He sighed and looked up at her. "Of course it means something. It means everything to me. I just don't see the point anymore. I mean sure I will always respect you, Mione; you deserve my respect, and always will no matter what we go through. But why should I respect any of the others out there? All they want to do is rip my heart out, and hand it on a silver platter to you with a smirk on their face. Maybe I can live without love..."

"Maybe you should stop looking for love so it can find you...or maybe Ronald you can just be really good friends with someone for the rest of your life and that will do?" she offered. "Not everyone has to fall madly in love, that's the tripe that is found in fairy tales, it doesn't exist in real life."

"My parents have it..." He looked up at her wondering where she got her bitterness from for love. Had he done that to her? "Hermione, who hurt you to make you think like this? Did I do this?" He looked hurt now at the thought that he could have made her bitter about love.

"No one hurt me, Ron. It's just not logical to hope for mushy love. Look what love has done for you." She sighed again and wondered if he might want to share his spirits with her.

He gave a grin. "Do you have to always be so annoyingly right, Granger," he said playfully. "Hrmmm...I will trade you, let me have a drink of my Vodka, if I let you rummage through the bachelor stash?"

She gave him a speculative look. "Just what am I supposed to find there? Playwitch magazines? No thank you I don't swing that way."

Ron laughed now at her teasing. "No, Mione, what do you think of poor Harry and I? I meant our alcohol stash, silly." He rolled his eyes at her. "Honestly, women, we are not that bad. Anyway, we keep the Playwitch magazines under our mattresses." He gave her a teasing wink.

"Gross! I don't even want to know why!" She said, laughing at him. "I don't need a drink and neither do you. You need to pull yourself up by your boot straps and just get on with life."

"Yes, I suppose your right. I am worse then a girl mopping all over the place!!" He smiled again, trying for Hermione to look like he was all right.

She sighed and held the bottle out towards him. "Just don't drink so much that you do something you would regret."

"I am not going to drink." he said, as he took the bottle from Hermione and set it back on the table. "If I were the rest of that bottle would have already been gone. Thanks for checking on me, love." He smiled, giving her a grateful look.

"I wish I could wave my wand and make things all better, but I can't. I'm sorry." She gave him a small smile. "I will say she was a horrible girl to break up with you."

"Thank you, but you know I had to do something wrong myself. It takes two to have a break up." He gave her a lopsided smile, and then reached over to hug her.

"I still say she is wrong...she is a Slytherin after all." She hugged him tight.

"Slytherin...Tell me again why I thought I could trust one?" He enjoyed her hug. Glad that they could hug and be on good terms. He let go then looked at her. "Speaking of Slytherins, are you and Draco still alright?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "He's fine, I'm fine...we're good friends in most ways."

"That's good I hope it stays that way. I wouldn't want you to be hurt like I have been." He smiled. He stifled a yawn. "What time is it anyway?" He asked wondering how long they had been talking, and where Harry was.

"I have no idea, but I suppose I should go and leave you to brood." She stood up and patted his head. "You know where I am if you need anything, right?"

"Yes, love, but would I really get out alive? Is Draco still mad at me?" he asked.

"He knows better than to be mad at you, he doesn't have to deal with me when I'm mad." She smiled. "Honestly, I do have my own room there and I can have over whomever I want and I don't need his permission."

He smiled at her as he stood to walk her out. "Alright, Mione, if I need anything I will drop by, but I was really trying to keep my brooding self away from everyone until I felt better."
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