Going to Bed Without Dinner by Luvscharlie
"Come on, Hermione. How long are you going to be angry with me?" Ron was following her around the magically enchanted tent, arms flailing, in an attempt to get her to calm down.
She whirled on him, finger raised. He questioned his judgment in following so closely behind her when he narrowly avoided a collision with her outstretched arm.
"We are supposed to be here undercover as Muggles! He wanted us to blend in and make sure there was no trouble. Minister Shacklebolt sends on the first mission in I don't know how long and you grab the wrong trunk!"
"You know as well as I do that Harry convinced him to send us on this one because no trouble is expected and he wanted us to have a little vacation. Besides, how was I to know that Victoire's trunk was at the Burrow, rather than Shell Cottage. I thought ours was the only one there when I picked it up and left."
"Of course her trunk was there, you moron. Fleur can't really be expected to travel to King's Cross Station for the start of term in her condition can she? Your parents are taking her instead."
"Oy! Stop with the name calling, why don't you?" Ron said irritably. "Boy, you're in a mood."
"We'll see who's in a mood later when we have nothing to eat. All our food was in that trunk." Hermione turned and headed toward the loo.
"Just be glad I brought the right tent or you'd be out there with the Muggles looking for an appropriate bush."
"I brought the tent," she called back to him.
"Oh, right," he said under his breath.
Ron flipped open his niece's trunk upon Hermione's return.
"I'd bet there's something in here to eat that would make a suitable dinner," Ron said, hauling out a multitude of books and robes. "Well, these are useless," he said, nodding at the books and earning himself a stern look from his wife. "Oh, you know what I mean!" His own patience was waning.
Next, he removed four Skiving Snack Boxes from Victoire's trunk causing Hermione to gasp. "Fleur forbade her to take those," Hermione said.
Ron shook his head at his wife. "Oh yeah," he said under his breath, "this is a big shock. Not like we ever broke any rules or anything."
Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron chuckled. "Whoa!" he said. "What have we here?"
He pulled out a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and passed the bag over to his wife. "Here. Toss one into the air and I'll catch it in my mouth."
"That's ridiculous. I will do no such thing," Hermione said with a snort of disgust.
"Come on, please," Ron cajoled.
Hermione picked one at random from the bag and launched it into the air. Ron knocked over a chair and table in the process of catching the sweet, making such a clatter it must have been heard by the Muggles outside. His wife shook her head as though to say 'I can't believe I did that' and Ron gave her a wink. Hermione rummaged through Victoire's trunk some more and came up with a pair of pyjamas covered in unicorns and rainbows.
"You're not seriously going to wear those, are you?"
"All of my clothes, save the denims and jumper I'm wearing, were in the trunk. It's either these or nothing."
Ron pushed up behind her and nuzzled her neck. "I fail to see the problem," he said, taking the childish pyjamas from her hand and tossing them over his shoulder. "Nothing gets my vote." His lips traveled from her neck to her ear, "Are you gonna be sore at me all night?" he asked, popping the button on her denims and lowering the zip.
She need not answer him. Ron felt her resolve break as his fingers found their mark and Hermione's knees went weak. He picked her up and carried her to the bunk.
Fortunately, the night went peacefully outside the tent as the Aurors sent to keep an eye out for trouble were far too busy keeping their eyes on one another.
Fin.
A/N: Advent Drabble No. 11/31 with the prompt of Every Flavour Beans
