Taking a deep breath, Ron stepped into the Room Of Requirement. He was waiting for one special girl to meet him there. All he wanted was to show that "girl", the one and only Hermione Granger, how sorry he was for even laying eyes on that pig-headed Lavender Brown. Luring her with the promise of an autographed copy of "The House of Hades" , she agreed to meet him on that Christmas eve. Everything had to be perfect.
While Ron was fretting about how to decorate the room (that poor boy hasn't learnt anything) , the brightest witch of her age had her own problems.
"Neville, for the last time, you put in only three horned slugs and heat it at medium heat, not-oof!" She had foolishly agreed to helping Neville with his potion-making. The swelling solution he was supposed to be making had melted his 5th cauldron and exploded, the black powder settling on her already soot-covered hair. Sighing, she glanced at her watch. "Oh! Sorry Neville, I've got to go!" She rushed out of the room, thanking her lucky stars that she was still alive.
"Oh come on!" Ron grumbled as the mistletoe under the couch dropped down. "Is the world against me being together with Hermione?" His thoughts were interrupted by the banging of a door. Hermione rushed in, breathing heavily her hair in a mess . Hurriedly, Ron hid the mistletoe in his pocket and walked towards her. "Blimey Hermione, loosen up." He gently pried her fingers off the potions textbook she was clutching and gestured to the armchair where the book was lying. Letting out a very un-Hermione like squeal, she leapt onto the couch, followed by a bemused Ron.
"Hey Hermione?" "Hmm?" she answered, her head still buried in the book. "I've been studying." That got her attention. "Studying? Are you serious? Studying what?" Her brown eyes were filled with shock. Just that adorable face was enough to make Ron smile. "Charms. Been revising one in particular." He slowly took the mistletoe out of his pocket, praying to Merlin that it would work.
"Wingardium Leviosa." The mistletoe slowly rose up from his open palm and hovered just above their heads. "Got it right this time." Looking at her wide brown eyes, Ron smirked as he leaned in, his lips gently pressing against hers. And for once, Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, couldn't think of anything but the red haired boy in front of her. The idiotic, stubborn fool that she loved.
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