#bowsbeforehoes

[jakenodar]

[ladyknightleyisundercover]

ROMIONE PLS something cute and post-war?

Hermione pulled a face. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t want to wake my parents. And also, yes, but I suppose not like that…”

He grinned and pulled her onto his lap. “Well, good morning!” he said.

"Ssh!" she hissed at once, slapping her hand back across his mouth. It wasn’t quite the reaction he’d been hoping for. "We can’t wake my parents; you know I’m not supposed to be in here!" she whispered.

"Why don’t you just use Muffliato?” he whispered back.

"You know why—I promised my parents I wouldn’t do any magic in the house," she replied.

Ron rolled his eyes, but didn’t push it. Hermione’s relationship with her parents had been precarious at best since she had bought them back from Australia, and they had a strong aversion to anything magical. He wasn’t going to risk upsetting them further and end up being banned from coming round (to stop over in the guest room only, of course).

"Anyway," Hermione continued, still whispering. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"What’ve you got?" Ron asked.

"Cereal, toast, porridge," she offered. "Probably some yogurt and fruit, if you wanted. Definitely bacon—I could do you a bacon sandwich. Or eggs! Poached, scrambled, boiled with soldiers…or fried, with some of the bacon, and I could find some beans and you could have a small English… Or we might even have some croissants at the back of the freezer, if you fancied being fancy. What?! Ssh!"

Ron had begun to laugh, stifling the sound in Hermione’s shoulder. “What?” she asked again.

"I was just thinking about a few months ago," he said, sobering. "It’s not funny, really. Breakfast then was a few berries, if we were lucky; now there’s more choice than in the poshest hotels!"

"I know," Hermione said. "Do you remember when Harry got that box of cereal bars from the cornershop in Leicester and we thought we’d died and gone to heaven?" 

"Or when me and you braved a supermarket under the cloak and we got that family size box of cornflakes but no milk?" Ron sighed. "Even now, the first thing I feel when I see a meal in front of me is massive, massive relief," he said.

"That first day at Hogwarts, after the battle," Hermione began. "Despite everything that had happened, when I first saw all the tables loaded with food, I swear I turned into Scarlet O’Hara: ‘God help me, I will never go hungry again!’”

"I don’t know who she is," Ron said, "but I feel we could be friends…"

"Maybe not, but, more importantly: you never answered my question," Hermione said. "What do you want for breakfast?”

"That’s easy," Ron said, grinning. "You." He kissed her, and, despite it all, neither of them thought about food for quite a while.

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lovin life right about now. #newiphonecase #bowsbeforehoes #vs