Requested drabble: R/Hr Prompt: Shoes
As they walked, the echo of the distant music wafted in and out through the stone corridor. Every so often there was the sound of applause and some odd shouting here or there, but for the most part the evening was winding down.
Ron glanced to his side in time to catch Hermione shiver, her hands rubbing her forearms. He’d spent the entire evening relishing the view, thanks to the dress she was wearing, but she had to be cold in that.
“Here.” He shrugged out of the over-cloak to his dressrobes and wrapped it around her shoulders. She smiled up at him.
“Thanks.”
Unable to help himself, he trailed his arm around her, tugging her with him through an open doorway they were passing. The room was entirely dark and exactly perfect for what Ron wanted. He reached out to shut the door behind her but stopped as he noticed something else. Bent over at the waist, Hermione was wobbling on one foot as she reached down to remove one very sexy shoe. He had spent a good deal of the evening noticing those as well. He loved her legs.
The shoe slipped from her foot, and Hermione groaned as she rubbed her toes.
“D’your feet hurt?”
“I don’t know why I wore these shoes. Ohhh….” She set her bare foot onto the stone floor and sighed. “The cold floor feels wonderful.”
“Hang on…” Kneeling down, Ron lifted her other foot and removed the other offending shoe, before caressing her toes with his fingers. Her feet were small. She groaned again. “Feel better?”
“Oh, yes…” Her voice was low and different.
“Erm, Hermione?” In the dim torch light from the corridor, he stood, his gaze capturing hers. Her eyes were wide; her features even more beautiful.
“Yes?” There was that voice again. Ron’s will, all his careful planning, the decision not to rush things - gone. He lowered his mouth to hers before he could talk himself out of it. Her arms went around his neck and he pulled her closer, wanting to feel her against him without the layers of whatever the hell that stuff was that made her dress puff out. She kissed him back, her mouth opening willingly under his, and Ron heard himself groan. This was perfect. He wanted to tell her… and the words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them.
“You know I love you, yeah?”
Shit. That hadn’t come out right.
A second later it didn’t matter. Hermione took his hand in hers, tenderly kissed his palm and laid his hand over her heart.