hillnerd:

So, Ron couldn’t call Harry again because of the whole ‘whoops was yelling at Vernon Dursley’ thing. I think he’d still want to get better at it, since he flummoxed it up so badly. 

So there would be nothing keeping him from calling Hermione. He didn’t have much of a chance to do it their third year, with him in Egypt and Hermione in France- but the following years he did. It’d come up one night by the common room fire, when Harry is off having lessons with Lupin. He’d still be a bit embarrassed about it.

“Well, maybe we can practice phone calls this summer,” says Hermione, eyes suddenly bright.

“I dunno. I don’t want to get Harry in trouble. That Uncle of his–”

“No no. Not You and Harry. You and me.”

It would be purely for getting better at calling people, and not because she would love to hear his voice before she comes to visit over the summer.

Who knows, maybe Harry’s relatives will let him have a phone call.

So the following summer they begin practicing phone calls. Ron is given fair warning not to yell into the set, so it goes really smoothly. Honestly, he doesn’t need to practice after the first time, but neither he nor Hermione want to stop them. So a few times a week he hoofs it into the village to call Hermione, and she has stolen the phone from the guest room to have in her room.

“You’re at the age where you’re having long calls with boys. Oh dear!” her mother teases.

“It’s not boys. It’s only Ron,” Hermione says with a large blush.

She really could have stopped writing him, but there’s something fun about doing both, then talking about the letter they received. She thought they might have nothing to talk about, but they actually have loads. Each phone call gets longer and longer. 

“You know what, at first I thought they’d be barmy, but I actually like telephone calls!” Ron says into the receiver. “I just wish I could see you, though. That makes floo calling a bit better.”

“Oh! We could see eachother better! Let’s practice Floo calls! I’ve never done one, and I don’t want to be the only witch at Hogwarts who doesn’t know how.”

Ron is silent a moment. 

The telephone calls are private… This would be in the middle of their living room. It’s just Hermione, but he doesn’t want to share ehr with the rest of the house, or worse, the twins.

 “Alright. But it’ll have to be after everyone goes to bed, otherwise it’s too crazy here for us to talk.”

A time is agreed upon, he sends her some powder via Pig, and they have call lessons that way too. He gets to see Hermione’s face, even though it looks like it’s on fire, and visa versa. By that point it’s nearly time for her to be there in person, which is by far the best way to communicate with Hermione. She gives him a large hug as she enters their home, and he returns it with gusto, even though his ears are burning.

The next summers they don’t stop their phone lessons.

YES! ALL OF THIS!