A/N: Okay, I have no idea if this is going to be a series of drabbles, or a one-shot, or whatever. I just wrote it and decided to put it up here to see what y'all thought! Anyway, if you liked it, please review! If you didn't, constructive criticism is welcome!
Sunlight beamed through the window of the bedroom. It illuminated the small wicker chair in the corner, shelves lining the white-washed walls full of books, various black and white photos resting on the window ledge, in which two people laughed and embraced. One would even be able to see tiny dust particles swirling in those streaks of mid-morning sunlight pouring through the window pane. The whole effect was rather charming; the room, although small, looked cosy and lived in.
The first thing Ron Weasley noticed when he awoke to this somewhat fairy-tale scene, however, was how the sunlight made his partner's sleeping form next to him look so petite and fagile, how it made her skin look like china, how it shone through her brunette locks, a curtain of light not quite drawn upon her perfect face.
He bent over soundlessly, so as not to wake her, and lightly kissed Hermione's shoulder, played with a couple of strands of her hair, breathed in her scent, fresh parchment and almonds…
It wasn't long before she woke, turning over and coming face to face with the mass of ginger hair and freckles she loved most in the world, complete with a slightly sheepish grin; one of his fingers was still entwined with her hair.
'Morning,' she murmured, kissing his chapped lips. He smiled, kissing her neck in return and tucking a hair behind her ear with his rough, calloused hands. Hermione loved them. They lay like that for a while, in each other's arms, protected by this cocoon of complete bliss in that small, bright room.
