Disclaimer: Ron and Hermione are not owned by me, they are owned by the righteous J. K. Rowling. She rocks my socks.
Summary: One-shot. Ron and Hermione fluff.
Peppermint
"Ronny?" Hermione Granger's voice floated over to the bed where Ronald Weasley was sleeping. He stirred, rustling the bed sheets. Hermione stood at the bathroom door in the Muggle hotel room they were staying in with a blue towel wrapped around her body, her wet hair falling loosely onto her bare shoulders. She carefully walked over to him and gently shook his shoulder. He opened his eyes slowly.
"Mornin' 'Mione," he said sleepily, "did you like last night?" Hermione smiled softly. He loved her smile, it made his heart melt.
"I didn't like it," she whispered, his eyes became wide and wary. "I loved it…" Hermione finished. Ron relaxed. He reached out around her waist and pulled her carefully onto the bed. She lay next to him, cherishing the feeling of his warm breath on her skin. He slowly stroked up and down her spine, sending tingling feelings all the way up it. Hermione pushed his hand away reluctantly.
"I have to dry my hair," she moaned. He released his grip on her and followed her out of bed. He quickly pulled on a pair of boxers before heading to the bathroom to shave etc. As he did so, Hermione picked up the hairdryer and plugged it in. While she dried her hair, she thought about her and Ron. She thought about whether their relationship was going somewhere.
Oblivious to Hermione, Ron had been thinking about the same thing while he was in the bathroom. He quickly closed and locked the door before rummaging through his wash bag. He found what he was looking for. It was a small black box. He opened it. Inside was a golden ring with a diamond set into it. The diamond had rubies and amethysts surrounding it. Rubies for Gryffindor and amethysts because they were Hermione's favourite gem. The ring itself was embedded into a small layer of velvet, the velvet covering a layer of foam.
I should just ask her! thought Ron, now is the perfect time! He started to sweat. He couldn't believe that he could be so nervous about four little words. He quickly sprayed on some deodorant and unlocked the door. Ron took a deep breath and exited the bathroom. Hermione had got bored with the hairdryer and was using her wand to dry her hair off. Steam emitted from the tip of her wand and Ron smiled. Even though she was Muggle-born, the witch life-style suited her very well.
"Hermione?" Ron called out quietly. She stopped drying her hair and turned to face Ron. He walked over to her and knelt down on one knee. Hermione silently gasped. Ron brought out the ring box and opened it.
"Will you marry me?" he asked. Hermione put a hand over her mouth as her beautiful brown eyes filled with emotion and tears. She searched Ron's navy blue eyes before giving him her answer.
"Yes Ron," she whispered, "I will marry you." He took the ring out of the box and slipped it on her ring finger. They both stood up and kissed, long and passionately. When they broke apart, they held each other's embrace. Ron buried his face into Hermione's warm dry hair. He sniffed deeply.
"Your hair smells like peppermint…"
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After Notes: Hey! I hoped you like it. I just came across the word "peppermint" and for some strange reason this came to mind. Not that I'm complaining, of course! R/R welcomed.
xx-Gina-Cat-xx