Hi guys! I wrote this after I found this on Pinterest (expect that I changed Bill and Fleur to Harry and Ginny):
Ginny: Oh, it's kind of cold
Harry: Here take my jacket
Ginny: I love you
Harry: We are just like... the perfect couple
Hermione: ... I'm cold too *looks at Ron*
Ron: Well damn Hermione I can't control the weather.
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"Hermione, what's wrong?" asked Ron. He was walking her home after a double date with Harry and Ginny, who had just gotten married.
"Nothing," replied Hermione, in an emotionless tone.
"Come on Hermione, you can't lie to me. I know you too well."
Hermione turned to face him, her fists clenched. "Fine, you want to know what's wrong? What's wrong is that when Ginny's cold Harry gives her his jacket, but when I'm cold you tell me, 'I can't control the weather.'"
Ron raised his eyebrows. Really?! That's what she was upset about. It was just a stupid jacket. It wasn't even that cold. Ron snickered a bit. "Ok, I'm sorry. Here," he took off his jacket and gave it to her. She grudgingly took it but didn't put it on. "Ok? We good now?"
"No! We're not good! Because things like that happen a the time! You just don't get it! You don't get how these things work. You don't understand what boyfriends are supposed to do!"
"Oh, so now you're saying I'm not a good enough boyfriend?!"
"Maybe that is what I'm saying."
They had stopped walking and were now staring each other down. Hermione's hands were on hips and their faces were inches apart.
"Well maybe it's time we ended it, y'know! If you really feel that way!" said Ron. "You've probably been dying to find someone else for a while now. I give you permission! Go find some guy who fulfills your standards. Maybe Krum will still take you; unfortunately Harry's married, so you can't have him."
"How dare you bring those two into this!"
"What are you scared of the truth? That you like them more than me?"
Hermione's brow was knit together in lines of frustration. Then her face soften and turned to the ground. In a quiet voice, she said, "That's not true, Ron."
"Yes it is."
She lifted her head with a fierce look in her eyes. "No, it's not. I'm sorry for expecting you to be the stereotypical perfect boyfriend. Because that's not who you are. You are the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, even if you don't give me your jacket."
"You didn't seem to think I was the best boyfriend a few minutes ago."
Hermione laughed softly. "Sometimes I'm not sure what I want."
"Then are you sure you want me?"
"I've been crushing on you for about ten years now. I'm pretty positive you're the one for me."
Ron smiled, and Hermione leaned in to kiss him.