Title: Back to Basics
Author: snarkysweetness
Characters/Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some sexual suggestions, mindless fluff
When: Post-DH
Summary: Ron enjoys the simple things in life.
Disclaimer: Jo owns.I play.
Author's Note: This was written for week #18 of fandom_fridays with the prompt 'socks'.

Hermione was the most beautiful thing in the world. No; seriously.

Sure, she dressed like an old woman at times, her hair was always a mess, and she liked to yell-a lot, but she was beautiful.

When she was angry, her nostrils literally flared, her cheeks turned a rosy red, and her entire body tensed in a way that made Ron either want to laugh or offer to rub her down to calm her down. He usually did both.

He liked the messy hair; it was her thing. No matter how much she tried to keep it in order, she would always get so busy that she would fall into a pattern of simply pulling it back into a messy bun or leaving it to go wild. Ron wasn't sure which he preferred; the sexy professor look or the animal waiting to be tamed look.

Either one was alright by him.

Her wardrobe didn't matter to him, because eventually it all came off, and who wouldn't want to see that sight?

Then there were times when she would stand around in nothing but her knickers, a bra, and knee-high socks, trying to dress herself for the day, undress for the night, or just because she was caught up in thinking again. As much as Ron loved seeing her in her knickers, he swore she wore those damn socks to kill him. She insisted that she liked keeping her legs warm as well as her toes and that they were familiar to her, reminded her of Hogwarts, but Ron suspected a part of her knew how much seeing them turned him on.

Those damn socks outlined her legs perfectly. Ron loved her legs, the shape of her calves, everything. He could stare at her for hours in those.

Ron enjoyed the basics. He didn't need lingerie, sexy dancing, or anything else. Just seeing his girl chewing on a pen with her hair sticking out in every direction, wearing terrible clothing, or wearing next to nothing was all he needed.

Stroking her cheek, Ron gazed down at her as she attempted to fall asleep.

Hermione opened one eyes, glancing up at him.

"You're staring; I can't sleep when you're staring."

Ron smiled. "I can't help it; I have the most beautiful wife in the world."

"Ron-"

He kissed her. "No, I mean it. You're perfect."

Hermione blushed and turned on her side, smiling. "Goodnight, Ronald."

"Goodnight, Hermione. Say, tomorrow, can you wear the green socks with the clovers on them, you look amazing in those."

She laughed. "How about I wear nothing but the socks tomorrow?"

Ron grinned. He not only had the most beautiful wife in the world, but the most perfect as well.