Merry Xmas, spidergirl30!
To: spidergirl30
Title: Breakfast
Prompt: Cook
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
"Hermione, what's taking so long?" Ron shouted.
He was propped up against the headboard, the plaid path of his pyjama-clad legs leading to the pile of Christmas gifts sitting at the end of their mattress.
"Just a few minutes more!"
After waking up and greeting him with a long snog, Hermione had jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs. He barely caught her hurried words, explaining that she had to get a special present for him.
It had been nearly fifteen minutes and he was not known to be an incredibly patient man. How long did it take to retrieve a gift?
A noisy crash rang out from the kitchen and he immediately rolled out of bed to check on her. It was surprising to hear, considering he always did the cooking.
"Oh, bloody hell," she said loudly. For some reason, he couldn't help but grin when he heard that. She rarely cursed-outside of the bedroom, of course.
"Love, is everything alright?" he called out as he reached the stairs.
"I'm fine, Ron, no need to come down... just stay in bed and relax."
Despite her insistence, he could hear the trembling note of frustration in her voice. He arrived to find her repairing ceramic shards with her wand.
"Hermione, what are you doing? I'll make us breakfast after we open the gifts. Why don't you just grab whatever it was you came down here for and come back to bed."
"But... this was the gift."
"A plate we already own?"
"No, of course not! Breakfast... I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed. I thought you'd appreciate the change, since you always make our meals. I even learned a couple of spells from your mum."
"Really?" he said in shock. "Mum's been after you for months to learn how to cook, even though she knows I do it. What happened? Did you drop it all on the floor? Is that how the plate broke?"
She blushed and chewed on her bottom lip. "Not exactly... the food didn't turn out, and I was angry that I couldn't get it right..."
"And?"
"And I flung the plate down," she stated shamefully as she turned to place the plate on the counter.
Ron burst out in uproarious laughter... until he noticed her shoulders shaking, a sure sign she was crying.
"Hermione?"
He was expecting tears, but instead, she was struggling to restrain her amusement. Soon, they were both laughing loudly.
"A bit of an overreaction, but I really wanted to do this."
Ron reeled her in for a hug.
"Thanks for that, but honestly, I love cooking for you. You're so good at everything else..." he shrugged and continued, "I like the feeling of you needing me."
"Oh, Ron, I need so much from you-your love, your humour, your mind, your body... everything."
"Yeah?"
"Of course, I love you, so much."
"I love you, too."
Their lips met in a soft kiss.
"Now, can we finally open the presents?"
Title: Breakfast
Prompt: Cook
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
"Hermione, what's taking so long?" Ron shouted.
He was propped up against the headboard, the plaid path of his pyjama-clad legs leading to the pile of Christmas gifts sitting at the end of their mattress.
"Just a few minutes more!"
After waking up and greeting him with a long snog, Hermione had jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs. He barely caught her hurried words, explaining that she had to get a special present for him.
It had been nearly fifteen minutes and he was not known to be an incredibly patient man. How long did it take to retrieve a gift?
A noisy crash rang out from the kitchen and he immediately rolled out of bed to check on her. It was surprising to hear, considering he always did the cooking.
"Oh, bloody hell," she said loudly. For some reason, he couldn't help but grin when he heard that. She rarely cursed-outside of the bedroom, of course.
"Love, is everything alright?" he called out as he reached the stairs.
"I'm fine, Ron, no need to come down... just stay in bed and relax."
Despite her insistence, he could hear the trembling note of frustration in her voice. He arrived to find her repairing ceramic shards with her wand.
"Hermione, what are you doing? I'll make us breakfast after we open the gifts. Why don't you just grab whatever it was you came down here for and come back to bed."
"But... this was the gift."
"A plate we already own?"
"No, of course not! Breakfast... I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed. I thought you'd appreciate the change, since you always make our meals. I even learned a couple of spells from your mum."
"Really?" he said in shock. "Mum's been after you for months to learn how to cook, even though she knows I do it. What happened? Did you drop it all on the floor? Is that how the plate broke?"
She blushed and chewed on her bottom lip. "Not exactly... the food didn't turn out, and I was angry that I couldn't get it right..."
"And?"
"And I flung the plate down," she stated shamefully as she turned to place the plate on the counter.
Ron burst out in uproarious laughter... until he noticed her shoulders shaking, a sure sign she was crying.
"Hermione?"
He was expecting tears, but instead, she was struggling to restrain her amusement. Soon, they were both laughing loudly.
"A bit of an overreaction, but I really wanted to do this."
Ron reeled her in for a hug.
"Thanks for that, but honestly, I love cooking for you. You're so good at everything else..." he shrugged and continued, "I like the feeling of you needing me."
"Oh, Ron, I need so much from you-your love, your humour, your mind, your body... everything."
"Yeah?"
"Of course, I love you, so much."
"I love you, too."
Their lips met in a soft kiss.
"Now, can we finally open the presents?"