Author's Note: Goodness. I'm a freakin' fluff factory. Its all I ever write! Pathetic, innit? Well, I'm tired of heavy drama fics. I find myself very attracted to light and fluffy stories lately. Without further ado: Fluff.
Hermione Granger woke up in her dormitory at eight on Saturday morning. She was feeling unusually under the weather, but couldn't quite put a finger on her exact problem.
Well, it could be Ron. She'd had quite a row with him the night before about the importance of homework. And Harry. She had not had a proper conversation with the boy all year. Yes, he was talking more, and that was a wonderful thing. But the only person he really talked to was Ginny.
Yawning away the last hint of sleep, Hermione threw off the heavy covers of her four-poster bed and stood up, shivering on the chilly wood floors. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Hermione pulled on her house coat and headed down to the common room.
It was completely empty except for Crookshanks who was snoozing on one of the overstuffed armchairs. Hermione pulled a chair close to the fire and sunk down, watching the amber flames swallow one another. It was hypnotizing..she was getting drowsy, eyelids getting heavier as she drifted off…
"Hermione?"
The girl sat up with a gasp. "Who is it?"
"Relax, its just me, Ron." He stepped out of the shadows and pulled up a chair next to her. He was wearing a black t-shirt with Chudley Cannons splashed in bright orange over the front and some faded navy blue pyjama bottoms with a hole on the shin. Hermione bit back a smile at his shabby mismatched outfit. It was adorable.
"What are you doing up so early?" Hermione asked. Ron shrugged in reply.
"I was hungry." He said. Hermione giggled and Ron smiled. "Listen, Hermione, I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean what I said and I don't like fighting with you."
"I'm sorry too, Ron." Hermione sighed. "I don't like fighting with you either." Hermione averted her eyes from his brown ones and looked at the fire again.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ron asked. The sincerity and concern in his voice made her throat ache and she had to blink really hard to push back the tears.
"Nothing. I'm fine." Hermione replied. "I have a lot of homework, that's all." Ron raised an eyebrow.
"We bickered for two bloody hours about your homework yesterday." Ron stated. "I know you finished it. Now tell me what's really the matter.""Well, you see, I really don't know. It's not you…well, it's you a little bit. And Harry's barely said a word to me. Is he angry with me?"
"No, no. He's not angry with you. Its just, you know, last year and all." Hermione nodded.
"Then there's Malfoy—"
"What'd he do?!" Ron jumped up immediately. Hermione reached up and pulled him down by the hem of his shirt.
"He didn't do anything," Hermione continued calmly. "That's exactly the problem.""You like it when he calls you…the m-word?" Ron whispered.
"No," Hermione answered. "He's been really off his beat lately. He's behaving civil..with us! Do you see what I mean?" Ron nodded slowly. "Then there's my family." Hermione felt that familiar lump rising in her throat. Ron waited patiently.
"They're being wonderful, too. But, Ron, they're muggles…" Hermione trailed off.
"Oh, Hermione. Don't think that way." Ron reached over to take her hand and pulled her into a hug. The warmth of his arms and the way he held her so protectively stung tears in her eyes. Ron, unsure of what to say, just held her tighter as she sobbed into his shoulder, patting her back awkwardly.
By now students were coming down from the dormitories and several of them cast a curious glance at Ron and Hermione.
Pulling back a little bit, Ron whispered, "Do you want to go get dressed? Then we can go take a walk, maybe?" Hermione sniffled and then nodded, smiling sheepishly at the wet circle her tears had soaked on his shoulder. Hermione ran up to her dormitory and pulled on some blue jeans and a warm brown sweater. Pulling her unruly curls into a knot, Hermione splashed some cold water on her face before heading back to the common room.
Ron was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, wearing jeans and a dark blue sweater. He smiled at her and she smiled back before they climbed out of the portrait hole. They were quiet as they walked through the halls. The only sound was their shoes clacking on the floor. When they reached the entrance, Hermione stopped abruptly.
"Don't you want breakfast?"
"Oh, I forgot." Hermione's eyes widened at this. "Hey, there are more important things in life than food." He grinned as she shook her head. Hermione took out her wand.
"Accio toast!" A few pieces of toast wrapped in paper napkins zoomed towards them and Ron caught them swiftly.
"Nice one, Mione!" He exclaimed, taking a bite of toast and then holding the entrance door open for her.
"Thanks," Hermione said once they were outside. The air was quite cold but there was something brusque and refreshing about it. The two Gryffindors walked toward the Quidditch pitch and settled down on a patch of grass. Hermione, thinking about their conversation in the common room, felt the annoying sting of tears again. "Oh no.." she mumbled as hot tears slid down her face again.
"Oh, Hermione." Ron murmured as he pulled her into another tight hug. "It will be ok. Everything will turn out fine.""It will?" Hermione asked between hiccups. Ron nodded and began to hum the first song he could think of: Deck the Halls. Hermione was trembling now. Ron couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying harder. Lifting her chin up, Ron saw her eyes shining with mirth and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry," Hermione apologized. "I don't know what's the matter with me."
"Hormones?" Ron suggested, and then blushed deeply. "Did I just say that out loud?" Hermione was turning pink with laughter at this point. She looks so cute when she's all pink like that, Ron thought.
The two finally stopped laughing and composed themselves. Ron, satisfied that Hermione was done crying, began to pull away.
"No, don't." Hermione whispered. "You're warm..It feels nice." She smiled shyly. Ron looked at her lips, wondering why he hadn't noticed how soft and pink they were. Hermione caught his gaze and hiccuped. Ron grinned and licked his lips.
"Can I?" He asked hesitantly. Hermione nodded and leaned forward. Ron pressed a warm kiss to her lips and pulled away slowly. Hermione, suddenly feeling shy, tucked her head into Ron's shoulder again. Then, summing up her courage, Hermione kissed his neck lightly. "Hey, that tickles!"
Grinning, Hermione repeatedly pressed her lips against his neck, tickling him. Ron growled and pushed her down, attacking her hips with his fingers until she was laughing uncontrollably on the grass.
Finally, after several side-splitting minutes of laughter, the two sat up. Hermione took a deep breath and smiled at the ginger-haired boy in front of her. Ron grinned back as he stood up and pulled Hermione up gently. The two walked slowly towards the castle in a comfortable silence.
"Thanks, Ron," Hermione said softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "For everything." Ron smiled at her and put a protective arm around her shoulder.
"Everything will turn out alright, Mione. And you've always got me. Remember that."
The Beginning
Am I not a piece of the corniest cheese corn in the world??? I really should be studying for finals, and yet here I am writing stories that people probably won't even read.
REVIEW and give me a temporary and false sense of happiness! Oh and recommend any light, fluffy, and funny fics that are out there, please! Thanks!!!!