"Have you seen the...? Oh." With romione. This is the writing request thing
Okay, GUYS, I just realized that I’ve never written romione before as a central pairing and I’M ASHAMED because romione was honestly the first HP pairing I ever shipped. Anyway, I apologize if this isn’t up to usual par, I’m not used to it yet. This is romione Hogwarts 6th year AU. Contains rambling Ron and some birds.
Enjoy!
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“Ron? Are you listening to me?”
Ron’s blue eyes had that glazed over, Where-Am-I sort of look he often adopted during Potions or History of Magic that Hermione hated. She frowned and waved a hand in front of his face. “Ronald,” she said sternly. “I’m talking to you.”
Ron blinked a few times, then looked at her. “What?”
“Have you been paying any attention?”
“Oh.” Ron scratched his head and looked at the various books scattered across their study table, as if for the first time. “I-”
“You asked me to help you with your Potions essay,” Hermione said, annoyed. “And then you ignore me-”
“I’m only thinking,” Ron insisted. Hermione rolled her eyes. If Ron hadn’t become one of her best friends in that First year of Hogwarts, she would have given up on him long ago… She sighed. But that was impossible now.
“Fine,” she said, “if you take a look here…”
A few minutes later, Ron’s eyes began to glaze over once again. Minutes. Honestly? Hermione raised her brows.
“What is your problem?” she demanded.
Ron looked up at her, seemingly startled. “Huh?”
“If you wanted to go out and play with Harry, you should have, instead of asking me here,” she said, trying not to raise her voice. She didn’t want to get angry at him, not now. Their friendship was at a tentative place since, of course, Ron had ended it with Lavender Brown. Hermione bit her lip. She wondered if he regretted his decision.
“I wanted to do this,” Ron said. “I’m just a bit distracted, is all.”
“By what?”
Ron glanced at the door, quickly, but Hermione still noticed it. Her jaw tightened. Ron gave her a sheepish smile. “Will you… Will you excuse me for a moment?” he asked, before clambering out of his chair and speeding towards the exit, a notebook in hand. Hermione sat in silence with her mouth slightly open. Where in the world-? She folded her arms across her chest and sighed.
Ever since Lavender Brown, ever since Viktor Krum, ever since she had smelled the Amortentia potion in class and ever since forever, Hermione had found herself confused by her feelings for Ron Weasley. Sure, he could be an insufferable arse, but for some reason, Hermione had always liked his company, even sometimes preferred it to Harry’s. And as aggravating as Ron was, she couldn’t imagine Hogwarts - or life - without him. That was often a problem for her.
Hermione shook her head and picked up one of her textbooks. Well, at least she could get some research started before he came back… She instinctively reached towards her bag for her notes, but there was nothing there. Hermione frowned and fished through it once more. No, gone. Still frowning, she looked over at the door, where she noticed the pop of Ron’s red hair near the frame as if he was just standing there beside it. What?
Hermione stood and stalked towards the exit. What kind of nerve? How could he leave her there, at his request, to do all of his work for him? She was his friend, for Merlin’s sake, not some girl he could write off, and had he taken her notes?
“Ron,” she said loudly, approaching the door. “Have you seen my…?”
She stopped, frozen, as Ron stood there with his wand and about a dozen little paper birds fluttering around his head coincidentally, in the shape of a heart.
“Oh.”
Ron flushed. “You weren’t supposed to come out here.”
Hermione felt her heart sink to the pits of her stomach, and she thought of Lavender Brown again, even though she didn’t want to. Lavender Brown, or maybe some other girl. Hermione prided herself in not knowing that, at least. She understood now why Ron had been so distracted in the library.
“Sure,” she said evenly. “I’ll just go-”
“No!” Ron exclaimed. “I mean… I wasn’t finished, but erm,” the flush in his cheeks grew deeper, “I was going to have these bloody birds spell out your name, and then maybe I was going to ask you to Hogsmeade this week-end, but I’m shit at Charms and I couldn’t even ask you to help me with it because, well, you know…”
Hermione was silent for a few moments. One of the paper birds flew towards her and landed on her arm. “Is this… my parchment?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah, sorry, I didn’t have any on me-”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“I said yes,” Hermione repeated. “I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you.”
Ron’s mouth fell open. He stashed his wand in his robes and moved towards Hermione. “I mean, you know, with just me, right?” he asked, “because I already told Harry and he said he was planning on going with Ginny anyway, which I am still suspicious about but perhaps we can-”
Hermione lunged forward and threw her arms around Ron’s shoulders, enveloping him in a crushing hug. Ron immediately stopped talking and wrapped his arms around her as well, nudging his nose in her hair. Hermione could smell Ron’s shampoo.
“Did you even need help with your Potions essay?” she murmured. Ron’s arms tightened around her.
