This is what happens when I am stuck inside on a rainy day, forced to do either this or slowly convince myself that I have contracted hypothermia. So, I chose this. Nothing special, I'll just see where this goes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or Ron Weasley (sigh...), but I will survive.

Hermione hugged her knees to her chest and looked out the window, where the rain was pouring down and the sky was the same shade of grey it had been all day. Through the droplets covering her window, she saw a redheaded man walking towards her apartment. He had no umbrella. She wiped her tears away, and pulled her curly hair into a haphazard bun. Getting up, she gathered all the mess that she had in her room. Hermione's flat was usually very clean, but lately she had neglected to tidy up after herself. She busied herself with making a cup of tea, not wanting to fall prey to the nagging thoughts at the back of her mind. She heard a knock on her door soon afterwards. drawing out her wand, she opened the door that had been unlocked anyway, and a soaking wet Ron stumbled in.

"Sorry," he stammered, "Forgot my umbrella." Hermione smiled warmly at the sight in front of her, though usually anyone as wet as Ron would be shooed out until they had dried off.

"Well, come in. On second thought, wait a moment," Hermione said, and taking out her wand again, dried Ron off.

"Hermione, I could have done that myself," Ron said, before making himself at home on her couch. Hermione smiled.

"I know, Ron, but I just wanted to get it out of the way." Ron grinned.

"Don't worry, I was just teasing..." he said, his blue eyes sparkling in his glee. "Now come sit." Hermione crossed her arms.

"Did you just offer me a seat on my own couch?" She said, her would-be indignant tone not masking her amusement.

"Hey, what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine, right?" Ron said casually. Hermione shrugged.

"Alright, well I suppose that means that I'm sure you won't mind me throwing out those ratty old socks that you claim are lucky, will you?" Hermione said, plopping down on the couch beside Ron and looked at him, eyebrows raised. Ron fixed her with a fiery glare.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would. After all, they are mine, and I am free to do what I want with my own property, aren't I?" Hermione said, smiling sweetly at him. Ron crossed his arms, looking surly.

"Fine, I'm sorry I offered you a seat on your own couch. Happy now?" Hermione played absentmindedly with a curl that she had left out of her bun.

"Well, no... because now you're grumpy." Hermione glanced at Ron, smirking slightly. Hunched over on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed, he reminded her of the younger Ron, the one frequently found in the common room, wearing the same expression. She remembered that that was what his face was like whenever she mentioned Viktor, and wondered if she had looked the same way around Lavender. Ron sank lower, his vivid hair masking his eyes.

"I'm not grumpy..." He said, sounding like the little boy that he once was. Hermione tilted her head.

"Ron, the denial tactic doesn't work with me. Don't you know that?" She said, leaning back into the cushions. Ron raised his head.

"Fine. You win, you win. You'd think that I'd win once, possibly just by chance, or something, but no." As he said this, Hermione detected a hint of amusement in his eyes, which she had gotten very good at reading. She smiled at him.

"I don't always win. You're ridiculous, Ron." Ron put his arm around her, suddenly grinning.

"And you love me for it," he said, leaning in to kiss her. She marveled at his ability to switch moods so quickly, but didn't have time to think about it much, because his lips were on hers, and she did love him, despite his being totally ridiculous. But he was Ron, and his lopsided grin always did look cuter when it came from nowhere. And the whistling kettle went unnoticed as she leant back onto the couch, her hands in his hair. Suddenly, the peace was disturbed, as a young man opened the door, and called out:

"Hermione? You here?" Ron sat up, and tumbled off the couch when Hermione shot up as well, running to the kettle so that she and Ron would be as far away from each other as was possible. Ron stood up, rubbing his head, as Hermione did her best to smooth down her hair. She took the kettle off of the stove and got down 3 cups, as Harry Potter walked into the living room. He eyed his two best friends suspiciously.

"What have you been doing?"

Haha... first chapter! Review, and I will give you a hug! (hughughughug) Ick. I think I'm getting sick after all...