[ She can tell he isn't all for this idea. She knows him well enough, can read him well enough, to know that. But it's not going to stop her, because she knows that what he wants and what he needs are probably very different. He may not be Ron, but she's met enough Weasley men in her life to catch the patterns of pride and stubbornness that come with each and every one of them.
There's the usual crack of someone apparating, but she makes no further moves toward him. She just stands there, barely inside the door, looking at him with her own emotions written all over her face, trying to get a read on his. That lasts a few minutes, her studying him, before she makes a motion.
She steps forward, then finding a place where she'll be able to sit facing him, relatively close. Hermione reaches over, placing her hand atop one of his, and gently rubs her thumb over his knuckles. ]
Fred... [ She trails off, eyes locked on his face, hand unmoving. He knows what she wants and is trying to say. ]
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Date: 2011-11-13 11:41 am (UTC)[ She can tell he isn't all for this idea. She knows him well enough, can read him well enough, to know that. But it's not going to stop her, because she knows that what he wants and what he needs are probably very different. He may not be Ron, but she's met enough Weasley men in her life to catch the patterns of pride and stubbornness that come with each and every one of them.
There's the usual crack of someone apparating, but she makes no further moves toward him. She just stands there, barely inside the door, looking at him with her own emotions written all over her face, trying to get a read on his. That lasts a few minutes, her studying him, before she makes a motion.
She steps forward, then finding a place where she'll be able to sit facing him, relatively close. Hermione reaches over, placing her hand atop one of his, and gently rubs her thumb over his knuckles. ]
Fred... [ She trails off, eyes locked on his face, hand unmoving. He knows what she wants and is trying to say. ]