"Mione," a voice said into the dimly lit space, "have you finished your charms essay yet?"
"Yes, Ron." she answered, not bothering to look up from her book.
"Mione," the voice said again, "what are you reading?"
"I'm doing research about Devil's Snare."
"Mione," a boyish grin spread across the figure's face, "do you wanna go for a walk around the lake with me?" she reluctantly got up off her chair and followed out of the common room.
They didn't say much to each other for the first couple of minutes. Hermione shivered slightly.
"Here, Mione. Wear my sweatshirt." he took it off, revealing his muscular frame, those muscular arms that she longed to feel safe inside of, and handed it to her.
"Thanks, Ron." she whispered. She put it over her head and breathed in the scent- his scent. It smelled like peppermint and apples. The lake sparkled like his clear, blue eyes…
"So, Mione," Ron said, snapping her out of her thoughts, "I was thinking, it's almost summer time. Maybe you could stay at the Burrow this summer? Harry will be there all summer and I know that Ginny would like to have another girl close in age to be around. I imagine it gets rather lonely for her."
"Oh, well, yes, Ron, of course I can! But, well, do you know anybody else that might be wanting me to stay?" she asked hopefully.
"Well, " he began, "Mum would love to see you. You're a part of the family now!"
"That's not exactly how I want to become a Weasley." Hermione thought.
"What?" he asked.
"I didn't say anything! Did I?" she nervously turned away to hide her scarlet cheeks.
"Yeah, you did." a smile appeared. "You said something about not wanting to become a Weasley 'that way'. Are you into Fred or George?"
"No, Ronald." she sighed. "Oh, well I've got to run!" she jumped, glancing at her wrist, throwing his sweatshirt at him and running off. He smelled the sweatshirt, smiling at the fact that it now smelled like her- vanilla and cinnamon.