Ron/Hermione one-shot inspired by April
Hermione’s hair was caught in the cold winter breeze that fluttered by. Slughorn’s party was nowhere near what she expected it to be. The bright lights and warm atmosphere wasn’t enough to cover the emptiness that Hermione felt in her insides.
What was supposed to be a desperate attempt to gain Ron’s attention proved to be nothing more than an absolute waste of time. Ron was nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be heard of.
Nowhere, of course, other than Hermione’s heart.
Hermione tried to push back the image of Ron and Lavender’s kiss. The mere thought of their bodies touching caused Hermione’s gut to twist. She heaved a tired sigh and turned her heel, ready to go back to the crowded room.
Ron stumbled towards her, slurring an apology. “Hey Hermione,” he said, giggling.
Hermione glowered at him, trying to hide the shock she felt at their contact. “Ron, what are you doing here? You weren’t invited, were you?” She didn’t wait for his reply. Instead, she raised her chin and with an air of certainty, she continued. “Besides, I doubt that girlfriend of yours would be invited. I don’t see why you’d be here tonight. All dressed up too.”
A smile tugged at the corner of Ron’s mouth. “So you noticed.”
Hermione felt her face heat up and was glad for the darkness that enveloped them. “Well, it’s quite hard to miss, don’t you think, Ronald? You are wearing formal robes.”
“I guess,” Ron shrugged as he slumped down a chair behind Hermione. She turned to face him and saw that his eyes were glazed and distant.
“Are you intoxicated?” she asked, anger creeping in her voice.
“Relax, Hermione. It’s only Butterbeer.”
Hermione’s rage was simmered down by the passivity of his voice. Ron was definitely too sugar-drunk to be bothered. “Well, you better not have much more of it, Ronald. I will not have you bother Harry, Neville, or me with your recklessness,” she huffed, arms crossed below her chest.
Suddenly, Ron stood. The sudden movement surprised Hermione; she caught her breath. He took a few more steps towards her, smoldering eyes locking hers. His eyes drifted down to her lips and Hermione felt herself tense. She suddenly realized how close Ron was standing.
“Ron…” she whispered, barely.
“I needed the Butterbeer. I needed the courage to do this,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.
His kiss was warm, sweet, tender. It was hungry yet patient, passionate yet calming. It was smooth as the taste of Butterbeer that lingered in his mouth. Hermione gasped as Ron pulled away.
Hermione looked in his eyes, wanting answers. Why now? What about Lavender? What does this mean? But all she could see was her face, reflected brightly in his eyes.
All she could see was the all encompassing love that brought them here, now.
(via granger-weasley)
