No Need For Mistletoe; xmas drabble #7
Title: No Need For Mistletoe
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Summary: Ron gives Hermione something he's been meaning to give her for awhile. Prompt; Mistletoe and candy canes. Written for littlesnowman. xmas drabble #7
A/N: The fic is really not as dirty as the summary sounds.
Fic is also connected to the drabbles found HERE.
Ron was pretty much positive that his whole face was beet red; neck, ears, cheeks...
Yup, his best mate was heartily drunk and had just placed a big one on his face. Oh, Harry. Ron grinned at his friend as the room roared with laughter, knowing that Harry was the happiest he'd ever been. How could Harry not be? Voldemort was gone, he was back together with Ginny again, and it was bloody Christmas.
Ron's eyes darted across the room to seek out Hermione. From the expression on her face, he could tell she was feeling the same way. His grin went wider as Harry kissed Lupin, but his eyes went to Hermione again. She was laughing merrily and Ron's breath hitched a bit at how beautiful she looked. Her hair, bushy as ever, seemed to glow honey brown, curls wildly darting out at random places, and he itched to tangle his hands in it. Her eyes were the color of milk chocolate, and not suprisingly were shining with tears of happiness. Her smile was definitely wider than his own, and the Weasley sweater she wore made her look absolutely ravishing.
Ron didn't know how long he'd been staring at her, but she caught his eye again and held his gaze. He felt like she could see through him, which, he realized, she probably could, and that wasn't helping his skin to get back to its pale color. Hermione ducked her head a bit shyly, a red tinge spreading across her own face.
Everyone in the room laughed as Harry kissed Fleur Delacour and she turned pink. And at about this time, Ron reckoned his best mate's had the right idea.
He inclined his head very slightly toward the stairs, but enough so that Hermione saw him. She did and started walking in that direction. It was a few seconds before he followed her, his long legs making the way up towards his bedroom. When he got there, he stared stupidly at Hermione for a little longer, before she brought something from behind her back.
Mistletoe.
She stood on tiptoe to hold it over his head and he admired her greatly because this was a great feat, considering how bloody tall he was. He grabbed her wrist and guided her arm to rest at her side and he bent down, hovering close to her lips and twining his fingers through his. "Now, Hermione," he whispered, practically trembling at how close they were, "you know very well it doesn't take a ruddy plant to make me want to kiss you."
Hermione didn't say anything, merely tossed the mistletoe onto his orange bedspread, and Ron touched the soft fabric of her purple Weasley sweater. She shivered a bit and he drew her to him, and she placed her hands on the top of his chest.
And then their lips met.
Kissing Hermione had always been bloody brilliant. Their first kiss had been the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding. They had finally gotten to the point of expressing their feelings for each other and the kiss had been sweet and nerve-wracking and it had had so much weight behind it, like it was the beginning of something extraordinary. Ron could remember afterwards, hunting Horcruxes with Harry, that he and Hermione hadn't had much time to kiss or anything else, but there had been pecks on the cheeks and on the tops of heads. And there had been one moment when he and Hermione had been arguing about research and she had looked so sexy all riled up that he had kissed her, despite his anger and irritation with her at the moment, and he had been quite pleased when that had shut her up for quite awhile. Now that all the Horcruxes were destroyed and their lives were getting back to normal, he and Hermione had shared many kisses, each one different than the one previous, each one exciting and surprising and amazing.
This one was no different. Ron felt instantly warm as her lips touched his, again and again, gentle and loving. The happiness she was feeling seemed to pass through the light pressure she applied, and he was perfectly content to respond just as gently. She tasted like candy canes, minty and sweet. Hermione's hands went round his neck and her fingers started playing with the red hair near the nape of his neck and he sucked in a small breath at the feel of it. He mimicked her, his hands immediately going to either side of her head to feel her wild hair in his. He loved the feel of her hair - for even though it might look wiry and bushy and...well, quite scary, it was incredibly soft.
After awhile, Ron opened his eyes and pulled back. Her arms were still around his neck and their foreheads rested against each other. "I love you, Ron," Hermione said, her eyes still shut. "I love you, too," he said back.
And then he grinned and stepped away from the warmth of her embrace. She opened her eyes and looked a little startled at his sudden movement. "What?" she said.
"I forgot, I have your present," said Ron, and he must have looked incredibly boyish because she was looking at him with a very amused expression.
"You do, do you?"
He nodded, walking over to his dresser and pulling out a half-hazardly wrapped box. He glanced down it for a second, shaking his head at his handiwork; he was rubbish at wrapping charms.
"Oh, Ron," said Hermione, her hands clapped to her mouth, "you didn't..."
Ron handed her the box and she took it, looking wide-eyed. "I always knew you were smart," he said, but his tone had reverted back to a state of seriousness. Spotting her shaking hands he said, "I promised you, Hermione. I said I couldn't afford it at the time, but I said you'd have it eventually."
Her eyes darted from the unopened box back to Ron. "But how did you - "
"I worked at the joke shop for awhile," said Ron, raking a hand through his copper hair.
"But - "
"Will you just open it already?" he said indignantly, but he was smiling.
Hermione laughed and complied, gasping very slightly as she opened the velvet box. No sooner than had she managed to slide the ring on her finger, Ron snatched the box from her hands and threw it to the bed, then caught her in his arms and spun her around as she squealed loudly.
"So what are we going to tell your parents?" said Hermione breathlessly when her feet were planted firmly back on the ground. Ron was pleased that her eyes kept focusing on the shiny ring on her finger.
"The truth," Ron said, sitting down on the bed and pulling her down into his lap. "That we're engaged and have been for a few months now. 'Course, we don't have to tell them how I proposed because that's none of their business..."
"No, it's not," Hermione said and he could tell that she was remembering that night as well. It hadn't been the typical way to propose after all. Normally a man got down on one knee, preferably in a candlelit, romantic setting, and produced from his pocket a velvet box holding a very expensive ring. The woman would typically respond by gasping and the man would ask, "So-and-so, will you marry me?" And the woman would cry as she slipped the ring on her finger, saying, "Yes! Yes!" through her tears.
His proposal to Hermione had been almost the exact opposite.
It had been on a top of a steep hill, overlooking a battle between Death Eaters and their family and friends on one side, and another smaller battle which included Voldemort and a few others on the other side. They had seen Harry run up over the hill to get to Voldemort and followed him at once - he wasn't going to do this without them. Racing after him, Ron had halted at the top of the hill briefly, jerking out an arm and stopping Hermione from bolting forward.
"Ron, what are you doing? Harry's down there! He needs our help! Let go of me!" Hermione had screamed.
"If we get through this," Ron had panted, his fingers tightly closed around her wrist, not allowing her to even move, "if we survive..."
"Now is not the time to for this, Ron! We have to GO!"
"...marry me," he had finished, as if there hadn't been an interruption. He let go of her wrist.
Hermione had looked completely stunned for about a millisecond. Then she had let out an angry howl and shouted, "Of course I will, you stupid prat! Now, come ON!"
And she had grabbed his hand again and, together, they had charged down the hill.
Hermione smiled at him now, scrunching up her nose. "I'm not even sure what your mother would say if she found out you had proposed that way," she said.
"Probably something about how war makes people act stupidly because they think they're going to lose someone they care about - " Ron looked very serious for a split-second. " - and then she'd slap me."
He grinned at the laugh he got out of Hermione. "But Mum'll be happy. Dad will be too. They love you, you know."
"Not as much as I love you," said Hermione, apparently quite tired of this talking as she started kissing his earlobe.
And Ron was pretty much positive that he was beet red again - neck, ears, and cheeks - but he didn't care.
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Summary: Ron gives Hermione something he's been meaning to give her for awhile. Prompt; Mistletoe and candy canes. Written for littlesnowman. xmas drabble #7
A/N: The fic is really not as dirty as the summary sounds.
Fic is also connected to the drabbles found HERE.
Ron was pretty much positive that his whole face was beet red; neck, ears, cheeks...
Yup, his best mate was heartily drunk and had just placed a big one on his face. Oh, Harry. Ron grinned at his friend as the room roared with laughter, knowing that Harry was the happiest he'd ever been. How could Harry not be? Voldemort was gone, he was back together with Ginny again, and it was bloody Christmas.
Ron's eyes darted across the room to seek out Hermione. From the expression on her face, he could tell she was feeling the same way. His grin went wider as Harry kissed Lupin, but his eyes went to Hermione again. She was laughing merrily and Ron's breath hitched a bit at how beautiful she looked. Her hair, bushy as ever, seemed to glow honey brown, curls wildly darting out at random places, and he itched to tangle his hands in it. Her eyes were the color of milk chocolate, and not suprisingly were shining with tears of happiness. Her smile was definitely wider than his own, and the Weasley sweater she wore made her look absolutely ravishing.
Ron didn't know how long he'd been staring at her, but she caught his eye again and held his gaze. He felt like she could see through him, which, he realized, she probably could, and that wasn't helping his skin to get back to its pale color. Hermione ducked her head a bit shyly, a red tinge spreading across her own face.
Everyone in the room laughed as Harry kissed Fleur Delacour and she turned pink. And at about this time, Ron reckoned his best mate's had the right idea.
He inclined his head very slightly toward the stairs, but enough so that Hermione saw him. She did and started walking in that direction. It was a few seconds before he followed her, his long legs making the way up towards his bedroom. When he got there, he stared stupidly at Hermione for a little longer, before she brought something from behind her back.
Mistletoe.
She stood on tiptoe to hold it over his head and he admired her greatly because this was a great feat, considering how bloody tall he was. He grabbed her wrist and guided her arm to rest at her side and he bent down, hovering close to her lips and twining his fingers through his. "Now, Hermione," he whispered, practically trembling at how close they were, "you know very well it doesn't take a ruddy plant to make me want to kiss you."
Hermione didn't say anything, merely tossed the mistletoe onto his orange bedspread, and Ron touched the soft fabric of her purple Weasley sweater. She shivered a bit and he drew her to him, and she placed her hands on the top of his chest.
And then their lips met.
Kissing Hermione had always been bloody brilliant. Their first kiss had been the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding. They had finally gotten to the point of expressing their feelings for each other and the kiss had been sweet and nerve-wracking and it had had so much weight behind it, like it was the beginning of something extraordinary. Ron could remember afterwards, hunting Horcruxes with Harry, that he and Hermione hadn't had much time to kiss or anything else, but there had been pecks on the cheeks and on the tops of heads. And there had been one moment when he and Hermione had been arguing about research and she had looked so sexy all riled up that he had kissed her, despite his anger and irritation with her at the moment, and he had been quite pleased when that had shut her up for quite awhile. Now that all the Horcruxes were destroyed and their lives were getting back to normal, he and Hermione had shared many kisses, each one different than the one previous, each one exciting and surprising and amazing.
This one was no different. Ron felt instantly warm as her lips touched his, again and again, gentle and loving. The happiness she was feeling seemed to pass through the light pressure she applied, and he was perfectly content to respond just as gently. She tasted like candy canes, minty and sweet. Hermione's hands went round his neck and her fingers started playing with the red hair near the nape of his neck and he sucked in a small breath at the feel of it. He mimicked her, his hands immediately going to either side of her head to feel her wild hair in his. He loved the feel of her hair - for even though it might look wiry and bushy and...well, quite scary, it was incredibly soft.
After awhile, Ron opened his eyes and pulled back. Her arms were still around his neck and their foreheads rested against each other. "I love you, Ron," Hermione said, her eyes still shut. "I love you, too," he said back.
And then he grinned and stepped away from the warmth of her embrace. She opened her eyes and looked a little startled at his sudden movement. "What?" she said.
"I forgot, I have your present," said Ron, and he must have looked incredibly boyish because she was looking at him with a very amused expression.
"You do, do you?"
He nodded, walking over to his dresser and pulling out a half-hazardly wrapped box. He glanced down it for a second, shaking his head at his handiwork; he was rubbish at wrapping charms.
"Oh, Ron," said Hermione, her hands clapped to her mouth, "you didn't..."
Ron handed her the box and she took it, looking wide-eyed. "I always knew you were smart," he said, but his tone had reverted back to a state of seriousness. Spotting her shaking hands he said, "I promised you, Hermione. I said I couldn't afford it at the time, but I said you'd have it eventually."
Her eyes darted from the unopened box back to Ron. "But how did you - "
"I worked at the joke shop for awhile," said Ron, raking a hand through his copper hair.
"But - "
"Will you just open it already?" he said indignantly, but he was smiling.
Hermione laughed and complied, gasping very slightly as she opened the velvet box. No sooner than had she managed to slide the ring on her finger, Ron snatched the box from her hands and threw it to the bed, then caught her in his arms and spun her around as she squealed loudly.
"So what are we going to tell your parents?" said Hermione breathlessly when her feet were planted firmly back on the ground. Ron was pleased that her eyes kept focusing on the shiny ring on her finger.
"The truth," Ron said, sitting down on the bed and pulling her down into his lap. "That we're engaged and have been for a few months now. 'Course, we don't have to tell them how I proposed because that's none of their business..."
"No, it's not," Hermione said and he could tell that she was remembering that night as well. It hadn't been the typical way to propose after all. Normally a man got down on one knee, preferably in a candlelit, romantic setting, and produced from his pocket a velvet box holding a very expensive ring. The woman would typically respond by gasping and the man would ask, "So-and-so, will you marry me?" And the woman would cry as she slipped the ring on her finger, saying, "Yes! Yes!" through her tears.
His proposal to Hermione had been almost the exact opposite.
It had been on a top of a steep hill, overlooking a battle between Death Eaters and their family and friends on one side, and another smaller battle which included Voldemort and a few others on the other side. They had seen Harry run up over the hill to get to Voldemort and followed him at once - he wasn't going to do this without them. Racing after him, Ron had halted at the top of the hill briefly, jerking out an arm and stopping Hermione from bolting forward.
"Ron, what are you doing? Harry's down there! He needs our help! Let go of me!" Hermione had screamed.
"If we get through this," Ron had panted, his fingers tightly closed around her wrist, not allowing her to even move, "if we survive..."
"Now is not the time to for this, Ron! We have to GO!"
"...marry me," he had finished, as if there hadn't been an interruption. He let go of her wrist.
Hermione had looked completely stunned for about a millisecond. Then she had let out an angry howl and shouted, "Of course I will, you stupid prat! Now, come ON!"
And she had grabbed his hand again and, together, they had charged down the hill.
Hermione smiled at him now, scrunching up her nose. "I'm not even sure what your mother would say if she found out you had proposed that way," she said.
"Probably something about how war makes people act stupidly because they think they're going to lose someone they care about - " Ron looked very serious for a split-second. " - and then she'd slap me."
He grinned at the laugh he got out of Hermione. "But Mum'll be happy. Dad will be too. They love you, you know."
"Not as much as I love you," said Hermione, apparently quite tired of this talking as she started kissing his earlobe.
And Ron was pretty much positive that he was beet red again - neck, ears, and cheeks - but he didn't care.
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