A/N: I'm re-uploading this one-shot (over four years after I first put it up!) having fixed some grammar and other mistakes.
Also, the title/summary, as well as the last line of the story, is from (One Of Those) Crazy Girls by Paramore.
I do not own Harry Potter.
"Oh, Won-Won," I exclaim, beaming up at him, "this is so romantic!"
My Ronald has brought me to a charming little corridor, tucked away behind a tapestry. The sconces are dim here and the crimson of the tapestries that adorn the walls paint the corridor in a soft pink hue. There is are little oak benches lining the wall, which makes it so romantically rustic. I don't know how he managed to stumble upon a place like this!
"Er, yeah..." Ron says, looking down and tugging at his collar. I love that he's so modest! And I love it when he does that with his collar; it's a little quirk he has, and it just endears him to me even more.
I almost skip to a bench and perch myself on the edge. When Ronald doesn't immediately follow me, I pat the area beside me impatiently.
"Now, what did you want to tell me?" I ask.
It was time to get down to business. Ron requested we have a talk after dinner. I think I already know what it's about - he's finally going to say it! Those three darling words that I gifted him so long ago. He always stumbles around them when I say them to him, so I know he's been dying to say them back for a while!
Ron finally places himself by my side, but leaves an unacceptably large gap between us. I shuffle closer because I want to look into his eyes when he tells me he loves me.
"Well, er, Lavender..." Ron starts. He's still fidgeting so I encase his hands with mine, effectively stilling his movements. Ron's startled gaze meets my loving one, his eyes widening slightly. I think it's so adorable that he's still affected by touch to this degree, even after all these weeks.
Ron pulls his hands from underneath mine, letting them drop and hit the bench with a quiet thud, and then slides down the bench, placing another large space between us. I think my touch is distracting him from telling me he loves me. It's so cute that he really wants to concentrate on this!
"Lavender," Ron begins nervously, looking down, "I think we should... bre- slow down."
I think the shock is engraved onto my face like a map. Slow down? What on earth is he talking about? How can we possibly slow down? Our love burns fast and furiously like a spell has been cast on our hearts! Our relationship is one of such passion and intensity we must keep the flame burning, not put it out! How could he even suggest slowing down?
Maybe I misheard him. Maybe he didn't say slow down... After all we've been through, I know my Won-Won, and he would not have brought me to such a romantic spot just to slow things down!
He must have said slow dance! That's more like my Won-Won. He probably wants to slow dance with me in an empty corridor with only our beating hearts to serenade us! How lovely!
"Yes, Won-Won!" I reply, smiling radiantly.
Ron looks so adorably relieved, I just want to cover his face with kisses.
"You do? I wasn't sure how to ask you..."
I giggle and lean forward to leave a kiss on his cheek.
"It's so romantic! How could I not say yes?"
As I grab his hand and bring him to standing, Ron looks confused.
"What? Don't you want to lead?" I tease him.
I lift his arm and twirl underneath it like I've seen in those muggle romance movies.
Unfortunately, instead of laughing and pulling me close like he's supposed to, Ron stands there with his eyebrows knitted together.
I place my hand on my hips and shoot him a stern look.
"What are you doing? I thought you wanted to slow dance?"
"Wh-what?" Ron stutters, tensing up. "No, I just, er..."
He looks away from my face and instead stares down at his feet. I don't know why he's so nervous about dancing with me – after all, it was his idea. Maybe he just wants the moment to be so perfect, he's starting to overthink it!
In order to relax him, I take a step closer to him, and squeeze his hands. He raises his face to me again and he just has this look in his eye...
Without needing anything else, I press my lips against his and wrap my arms around his neck.
Ron seems to relax into it, and he places his hands on my waist, probably to pull me even closer. I raise myself onto my tiptoes to help him with this and —
Crash!
We jump apart. We both look towards the source of the sudden noise, only to see her at the end of the corridor. Hermione is standing, her mouth slightly open, with almost a dozen books surrounding her feet. Klutz.
"Um, excuse me!" I hiss, "We're in the middle of something!"
Hermione glares at me but promptly sets about gathering up her books.
Ron seems to come to his senses and he leaps forward to help her pick them up. My boyfriend is so kind. Unlike her, who goes around rudely interrupting people's private business. I am so going to tell Parvati about this.
Thankfully, Ron gathers up Hermione's books quickly so she can leave us alone as soon as possible. When Ron passes her pile of books back to her, I notice that she blushes slightly as their hands accidentally brush each other. I almost want to be annoyed at her for reacting to my boyfriend's touches like that, but as much as I don't like her, I can't blame her. He just has that effect on women, including me!
Finally, Hermione turns, her bushy hair swinging behind her, and exits the corridor, allowing me and Ron to be alone again.
"So, Won-Won, I believe we were about to...?" I say, tilting my head and flashing him a tiny smile. I hold out my hand and beckon him closer.
"Actually, Lavender, I–I need to go. Er, bye."
Ron sends me one fleeting glance before walking hurriedly out of the corridor.
I'm dazed. It's not like my Won-Won to leave me so abruptly. Whatever could have caused him to leave in that way?
He's probably just been thrown off by her rude entrance and wants time to think of another way to tell me he loves me after she ruined that attempt.
Yes, that must be it.
He just wants a little extra time to focus on our romance.