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Title: Caught In The Rain
Author: simplyraine (Raine)
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. :)
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Summary: Ron and Hermione leave for Paris to meet up with Harry, but they get caught in the rain.
Genre: Pure Fluff
Author's Notes: I'd like some feedback, please!
*~*Caught In The Rain*~*
“Merlin, Hermione! How much are you packing in there?!” Ron exclaimed upon seeing his bushy-haired friend dragging her overflowing trunk out into the hall. He could see socks and a shirt peeking out before Hermione sat down on it, squishing everything to the bottom.
“Just the essentials, Ron,” she said, as if a trunk full of clothes constituted as ‘the essentials’. Ron rolled his eyes, offering his hand to help her up. She grabbed it reluctantly. “Really, Ron, I need to get the rest of my things packed…”
“We’re only visiting for a week! You don’t need all of this,” he said, pulling some of her crumpled up clothes out and tossing them back into the room.
“Ron!” Hermione shrieked, tossing the clothes back at him and giving him a dangerous look. Ron laughed.
“Hermione, Paris doesn’t call for a heavy coat, fifteen shirts, and galoshes,” he said, dumping the contents of her trunk in the doorway of her room. “The most you’ll need is a few shirts, a tank top, jeans, and trainers. Not all this.” He held up a pair of her black mary janes.
Hermione sighed, snatching the shoes from him and tossing them into her closet. “Fine, then. You pack my clothes while I go grab some things from the bathroom,” she grumbled, leaving the room.
When she got back, she found Ron sitting on the edge of her bed with a small backpack at his feet. “Everything you need is in there,” he said when she gave him a suspicious look. She rolled her eyes, tucking the rest of her things in the pack.
“We best get going, then.” She picked up the backpack and slung it onto her shoulders.
*~*~*A few hours later*~*~*
“Ronald Weasley! You said we didn’t need rain gear!”
Ron clapped a hand to his forehead. How was he to know that it would be raining when they got out of the French Ministry offices?! He ran his hands through his rain soaked hair, looking around and trying to find a place where they could stay at until the rain dissipated.
“Here,” he said, handing her his coat. “Don’t get yourself wetter than you already are.”
She took the coat, draping it over her head while he tried to wave over a cab. She stifled a laugh when he got sprayed as one particular cab sped by, causing him to break into a string of curses that would make Mrs. Weasley faint. When he came back looking disheveled, she couldn’t help but melt.
He’d always had this affect on her. Whenever he had that forlorn look on his face, her icy heart would just melt, even if they’d been fighting earlier. She reached up and pushed the hair out of his face, chuckling quietly. “I’ll have to teach you how to properly get a cab on of these days.”
“I don’t know if that’ll help; they seem to not like me much to begin with…” he muttered.
“They don’t hate you. You’re just foreign to them,” she said with a laugh.
Ron smiled. “Well, we better get out of this rain. You’ll catch your death,” he said, grabbing her hand to lead her away from the curb.
“No!” she said suddenly, getting her a strange look from Ron. “I mean, it’s not that bad… I really like the rain…” she said, smiling softly.
Ron cocked an eyebrow. “You want to stay out in the rain?”
Hermione shrugged. “Yeah… I mean, I don’t know. There’s something about getting caught out in the rain, you know?” she said, noticing for a moment that he was still holding her hand.
“Well, if you’re sure…” he said, scratching his neck awkwardly.
Hermione beamed. And what seemed like moments later, despite the fact that they were in the rain, bound to get sick tomorrow, and that they were on their way to meet Harry, she did something neither of them expected.
She stood up on tiptoes and kissed Ron.
When she came back down, he was blushing madly, but looked quite pleased. “I’m sorry,” she said, biting her lip, “but I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to kiss someone in the rain…”
“You should’ve asked,” he said, grinning, as he leaned in to kiss her again.
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Title: Caught In The Rain
Author: simplyraine (Raine)
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. :)
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Summary: Ron and Hermione leave for Paris to meet up with Harry, but they get caught in the rain.
Genre: Pure Fluff
Author's Notes: I'd like some feedback, please!
*~*Caught In The Rain*~*
“Merlin, Hermione! How much are you packing in there?!” Ron exclaimed upon seeing his bushy-haired friend dragging her overflowing trunk out into the hall. He could see socks and a shirt peeking out before Hermione sat down on it, squishing everything to the bottom.
“Just the essentials, Ron,” she said, as if a trunk full of clothes constituted as ‘the essentials’. Ron rolled his eyes, offering his hand to help her up. She grabbed it reluctantly. “Really, Ron, I need to get the rest of my things packed…”
“We’re only visiting for a week! You don’t need all of this,” he said, pulling some of her crumpled up clothes out and tossing them back into the room.
“Ron!” Hermione shrieked, tossing the clothes back at him and giving him a dangerous look. Ron laughed.
“Hermione, Paris doesn’t call for a heavy coat, fifteen shirts, and galoshes,” he said, dumping the contents of her trunk in the doorway of her room. “The most you’ll need is a few shirts, a tank top, jeans, and trainers. Not all this.” He held up a pair of her black mary janes.
Hermione sighed, snatching the shoes from him and tossing them into her closet. “Fine, then. You pack my clothes while I go grab some things from the bathroom,” she grumbled, leaving the room.
When she got back, she found Ron sitting on the edge of her bed with a small backpack at his feet. “Everything you need is in there,” he said when she gave him a suspicious look. She rolled her eyes, tucking the rest of her things in the pack.
“We best get going, then.” She picked up the backpack and slung it onto her shoulders.
*~*~*A few hours later*~*~*
“Ronald Weasley! You said we didn’t need rain gear!”
Ron clapped a hand to his forehead. How was he to know that it would be raining when they got out of the French Ministry offices?! He ran his hands through his rain soaked hair, looking around and trying to find a place where they could stay at until the rain dissipated.
“Here,” he said, handing her his coat. “Don’t get yourself wetter than you already are.”
She took the coat, draping it over her head while he tried to wave over a cab. She stifled a laugh when he got sprayed as one particular cab sped by, causing him to break into a string of curses that would make Mrs. Weasley faint. When he came back looking disheveled, she couldn’t help but melt.
He’d always had this affect on her. Whenever he had that forlorn look on his face, her icy heart would just melt, even if they’d been fighting earlier. She reached up and pushed the hair out of his face, chuckling quietly. “I’ll have to teach you how to properly get a cab on of these days.”
“I don’t know if that’ll help; they seem to not like me much to begin with…” he muttered.
“They don’t hate you. You’re just foreign to them,” she said with a laugh.
Ron smiled. “Well, we better get out of this rain. You’ll catch your death,” he said, grabbing her hand to lead her away from the curb.
“No!” she said suddenly, getting her a strange look from Ron. “I mean, it’s not that bad… I really like the rain…” she said, smiling softly.
Ron cocked an eyebrow. “You want to stay out in the rain?”
Hermione shrugged. “Yeah… I mean, I don’t know. There’s something about getting caught out in the rain, you know?” she said, noticing for a moment that he was still holding her hand.
“Well, if you’re sure…” he said, scratching his neck awkwardly.
Hermione beamed. And what seemed like moments later, despite the fact that they were in the rain, bound to get sick tomorrow, and that they were on their way to meet Harry, she did something neither of them expected.
She stood up on tiptoes and kissed Ron.
When she came back down, he was blushing madly, but looked quite pleased. “I’m sorry,” she said, biting her lip, “but I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to kiss someone in the rain…”
“You should’ve asked,” he said, grinning, as he leaned in to kiss her again.