Hey, guys! I came up with this story in about ten minutes, I got inspiration off of a photo shared by The Common Room on Facebook (I highly recommend it. It's the best page on Facebook for Potterheads). Hope you guys enjoy this! As always, read, review, and enjoy!

I stared out the window of the Hogwarts Express, smiling eagerly as I watched the falling snow make frosty patterns on the window. Ginny and Luna were sharing my compartment, but Luna was occupied with reading the holiday edition of the Quibbler, and Ginny was curled up, fast asleep.

I bit my lip. Would he be any different? What would it be like? I hadn't seen him in four months! After a few seconds of stress, I soothed myself. I had no reason to be nervous. Ron was Ron, and would likely never change. I wasn't sure to be happy or exasperated about that part…

Then I saw the platform of King's Cross, and my smile grew across my face, so wide that I couldn't contain it. I shook Ginny, waking her up. "Ginny, Ginny, we're here!"

She stirred, then sat up. "We're back? We're in London?"

"Yes!" I sang eagerly. "Oh, we'll get to see them in just a minute!"

"I don't understand why you're making such a fuss," Luna said absently, turning the page. "They're just boys."

"Yes, but they're our boys," Ginny said, giggling. I giggled right along with her, like a silly little girl.

The train pulled to a halt, and we gathered our things and stepped off the train. The steam from the engine made the platform hazy, but it was hard to miss the tall heads of red and jet black hair in the distance.

"Harry!" Ginny squealed as she took off running.

I laughed and picked up the pace, trying to juggle my trunk and Crookshanks' basket in my hands.

The steam cleared, and there he was. Ronald Weasley, in the flesh.

I dropped the things in my hands—feeling bad when Crookshanks yowled indignantly—and ran the last few feet.

"Hermione!" he shouted, lifting me off my feet as I threw my arms around his neck.

"Ron!" I whispered, burying my face in his neck. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too, love," he said, holding me close.

Off to the side, Harry and Ginny were having their own reunion, but the only person I cared about was the tall (really, it was as if he kept drinking a height potion!) redhead in front of me, who was gazing at me with his heartbreakingly perfect blue eyes.

"I love you, Hermione," he murmured, smiling.

"I love you too, Ron."

He kissed me, putting his arms around me.

I smiled as I kissed him back, thinking of how wonderful this Christmas would be.