Ron-x-Hermione

"Hey, you." Ron says this as he walks into Hermione's hospital room, clutching a full cup of tea and handing it to her as he reaches the bed. "Oh, thank Merlin, this is just what I needed," Hermione says, taking a large sip from the cup. "How's Rosie?" "She's great," says Ron as he sits down on the bed next to her. "Granddad and Grandma Weasley are fawning over her right now. Those Muggle Healers—" "Doctors, Ron." "Yeah, them. They weren't going to let Mum in to see her, saying something about how only the immediate family was allowed in. I think she may have Confunded them, though," Ron says, laughing. "Last I saw, they were wonder

When I was a teenager, back when I could still go home for the summer, I saw other girls wearing stilettos and too much mascara, and I thought, Don't they know they'll get mercury poisoning? Don't they know they'll break an ankle or ruin their knees in those shoes? Now, as I walk down the steps in a pair of heels (Ginny had to teach me how to walk in them, but I'm still horrible at it), I just keep thinking he'd better appreciate it if I break an ankle. And my arse had better look good in this dress. *** I knew, rationally, that getting Ron to kiss me would not end the complications between us. I always thought, though, that those complica

The sound of vomit hitting the pavement might have disgusted Harry more had he not heard it many times already throughout the night - once, even from himself. That had been when he had resolved to stick to Butterbeer for the rest of the night. Most of the rest of the party, however, had decided that periodically throwing up was more than worth it if they could keep playing drinking games with shots of Firewhiskey. Beside him, Ron straightened up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "All right, Harry?" he said brightly, "Ready to move on?" Harry stared at him incredulously, "Wow. When I was sick outside that second pub -" "Only just outside,