Our Rose"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 wondering around the waiting area, looking a bit lost."Hermione bites her lip in worry. "Oh, I hope she puts them right, it'd be awful to have a Confunded doctor treating these patients."Ron grins and kisses Hermione on the forehead. "That's my girl, always worried about something. Come on, you've just given birth! Let someone else worry about the wo
Knew You Could Do ItSummary: A Harry Potter one-shot. Ron is having a hard enough time with Auror training; the last thing he needs is constant criticism from his girlfriend. Ron/Hermione.________________________________________________________________________________________"I honestly can't believe you're doing this," Hermione said, peering over the top of her book as Ron scribbled messily on the parchment application."Yes, you've mentioned that once or twice already." He paused, scratching his quill against his temple and smearing ink in his hair. "'Greatest fault?' Why would they expect me to list that? What do I put?""That you're irresponsible enough to try taking Auror classes without even finishing your primary education!""'Works too hard sometimes.' They should buy that, right? Ha, 'Summarize your experience in six inches.' I'll just write in big letters, 'I KILLED YOU-KNOW-WHO, YOU IDIOTS!'""Strange, I could have sworn Harry had something to
Not Just Handsome"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!"Ron's following cough of "Lockhart!" did not go unnoticed by Hermione. How ridiculous, she was only thirteen at the time! She liked to think that she'd grown up in two years' time and moved beyond silly crushes on teachers.And she had moved beyond that! She was quite focused on her schoolwork, unlike a couple of her friends that she could mention. Her classes didn't leave time for her to ogle boys, unlike a couple of her roommates that she could mention. So it was completely ridiculous for Ron to suggest that she liked Cedric Diggory just because he's handsome.If she was going to be honest with herself, Cedric certainly was good-looking. Strong jawline, nice hair, tall though nothing about his appearance really stood out to her. Yes, he was attractive, but he didn't have that extra something. Hermione didn't know what that something was. Was it charm? No, Cedric certainly w
One-shot: Three D'sTwenty-first of April. It was funny to think that, two years ago, the date stood as the door to a world of possibilities. One year ago, it meant absolutely nothing. And now it looked like a somewhat terrifying prospect to him.'Are you all right, Ron?'Hermione was looking at him with a concerned expression from across the table. She had a free period after lunch that day, which she usually reserved for a lengthy study session at the library. Resigning that necessary time in her busy schedule to wait with him until he had to re-take the Apparition test was something he deeply thanked her for.Ron smiled at her.'Yeah, just remembering.''About the last time? Don't think on it, you'll do fine,' Hermione said reassuringly, reaching to squeeze his hand. 'You'd only had minor problems in your previous practise''And then I splinched twice,' he reminded her gloomily.'You can't count those... You were under a lot of pressure... we all were, just in different ways, I suppose.'Noticing
First Christmas"Ron, love, I think it would be better if the tree went in that corner of the room." Hermione pointed across the living room, her bottom lip caught in her teeth with an expression of deep concentration on her face."Is this that Muggle Feng Shooey catching up with you again?" Ron asked, moving the tree with his wand and propping it up in the appropriate corner."It's Feng Shui, Ron; and no. It's not catching up with me. You of all people should know I like to be organised. I'm Hermione Weasley for goodness sake the world's most organised witch!" She replied in a sarcastic tone, and spun around in a circle, flicking her hair after. Ron chuckled, and patted her head affectionately."You are organised. And smart, and beautiful, and kind..." Ron leaned into Hermione, and smiling slightly; he kissed her nose softly.Hermione giggled; as Ron left the living room to go to the kitchen, she looked around the room, secretly contemplating whether to move the tre
Facing the DarknessThe hallway was dank and eerie as two shadows, one quite tall and the other of merely average height, scurried along its wall. Strains of muffled explosions and shouting drifted up through the cold stones underfoot. The shorter shadow paused momentarily as a particularly loud blast vibrated through the corridor."Ron, wait up!" she hissed.The taller of the two wheeled about. "What?" He had stopped by chance near one of the few torches left still burning, and the dim light threw his very long nose into sharp relief. "Hermione, we haven't got the time to-""I think we've missed it," Hermione whispered breathlessly."Oh, you've got to be joking me!""I'm not!" Hermione sounded indignant. "Look there, it's that statue of Bartleby the Blind, that's way past!""Fantastic," muttered Ron, as they both began sprinting back the way they had come, footsteps echoing off the stone floor in a rather ghostly manner. The empty spaces in the walls, where the suits of armor normally stood, stared out a
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