Secret Santa Post
So I signed up for teffy's "Annual Dabble a Drabble Secret Santa Project." Why, I don't know, but I did. I write bazillion drabbles for someone annonymously, and some random person writes little ficlets for me. THIS POST IS FOR YOU, RANDOM PERSON. Hee. ^_^
“Ron!”
He heard her shriek, like a trill of a cornish pixie, yet all he did was laugh, bending down to collect more snow between his homemade mittens Mrs. Weasley had made for him. Not that she had to do much, anyway. A flick of the wand and the knitting needles did all of the work by themselves. But they were soft, and he knew Hermione liked them when he caressed her cheek.
“Aw, c’mon, ‘Mione! Don’t run off now!” he hollered after her.
Hermione stopped in her tracks. Her escape was futile having to wade through the knee-high snow bank. She patted the back of her bushy hair, huge chunks of snow falling out of her curls. Hermione grunted, folding her arms.
“Oh, so you want to settle this the proper way then?” she questioned.
Ron trudged through the snow after her, hands placed behind his back, hiding the massive snowball he had packed just a few seconds ago. He nodded.
“No way you can back out of this, ‘Mione,” he grinned.
“Is that so?” she replied with a snarl. She swooped down quickly, cupping two mounds of snow and compressed then together in her mittens. Backing up to get a better view of the redhead, she grinned slyly.
“Bring it,” Ron challenged. Hermione swung her arm towards him, but he dove out of the way, falling neck-high into the snow. “Ha! Missed me!”
Hermione let out a frustrated cry, but smiled in spite of herself as she realized she was leaning over to collect more snow again. Ron struggled to get up and relentlessly hurled his snowball over at Hermione’s head, but she ducked just as the snowball whistled over her toque. Hermione giggled as she looked up and watched Ron stoop quickly back down to restock his supply of fresh snowball. Hermione crept quietly towards Ron, hoping to get him good. Just as Ron looked up, Hermione hurtled the snowball towards Ron, and the snowball hit him square in the face. Ron doubled over, dropping his snowball, and covered his face with his hands. His face had reddened, his brow was furrowed.
“Omigosh!” Hermione panicked, trying to hop-run through the snow over to Ron. “I’m so sorry, Ron! Are you okay?” She ran to his side and peered at his face.
Ron was silent. His face was still buried in his hands and Hermione grew anxious as the seconds passed.
Then, without warning, Ron tackled Hermione by the waist, sending them both flying into the bank. Hermione yelped, and when she had realized what had happened, she smacked Ron in the head, who was still hugging her waist and laughing profusely into her tummy.
“Ronald Weasley, that was not funny!” she exclaimed, still shocked.
“Oh, bloody hell it was. You should have seen the look on your face!” he guffawed, his face still red, but this time it was from laughing too much. Hermione dropped her head into the snow and sighed.
“Boys,” she muttered, rolling her eyes and closing them. Ron calmed down and chuckled as he let go of her waist and pushed aside some snow so that he could move up and align his face with hers. Hermione opened her eyes and Ron’s nose was merely inches away from hers. He smiled at her warmly, his freckles reddened from the cold and the irrepressible laughter he had just experienced.
“Hey,” he said softly, and Hermione could not help but smile.
“Hey,” she replied.
“Good fun, yeah? I know you enjoyed that,” he said, grinning.
“It’s possible,” she smiled, looking away, but he caught her gaze again when he lifted a mitten-covered hand to her cheek. He rubbed small circles against her pink-blushed visage. Hermione lifted her arms up and wrapped them around Ron’s waist, bringing him closer to her, and he brought his lips against hers. He felt the warmth enter his entire body and pressed harder against her mouth. Hermione let out a soft moan and grinned when Ron pulled away softly, his eyes still closed.
“Love you, ‘Mione,” he whispered, a smile playing across his face when he heard her sigh.
“Love you, too, Ron. I love you, too.”
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