A/N: I realise that I still have a WIP, but I was trying to come up with an idea for something to write in the next chapter when I got this idea and planned the first ten chapters. I promise I won't abandon the Bookworm and the King, and these one-shots can fit into the series as well. If you have any ideas, plans or suggestions you can PM me or leave them in the reviews and if I have a good idea I will use them and credit you in my author's notes. Enjoy and please review.

PS. this chapter takes place between Chapter 10 (Halloween at Hogwarts) and Chapter 11 (the first Christmas at Shell Cottage) of the Bookworm and the King, in case you are interested.

PPS. I do not own Harry Potter

It all started during their eighth year at Hogwarts. It was a cold November day, and Hermione had had yet another seizure the day before. Ron and Hermione were sitting on their bed in the dorm room, Hermione feeling miserable and Ron feeling utterly useless.

"What do you want to do?" Ron asked her for the umpteenth time. "Get out of here" she said quietly. Her arms were wrapped around her body and she was staring at the floor. Her body still hurt from the seizure. "And go where?"asked Ron. He was ready to take her to Antarctica if it would make her feel better. "Anywhere. Just some place nice" she sighed. Ron stood up and walked over to the dresser standing against the wall. He picked up one of Hermione's snow globes and knelt down in front of her.

"Like this?" he asked. Hermione nodded, directing her gaze to the globe. "Then let's go there" Ron said excitedly. "What?" Hermione asked, frowning in confusion. "Let's go there, in the snow globe" said Ron. "Don't tell me that there isn't some spell or charm that could allow us to explore the inside of the globe."

Hermione looked at him, a little doubtful. "There is something we could try. I read about it years ago. We will have to use a water-repelling charm as well." she explained. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Ron asked. He got up and offered her his hand. She looked up at him before slowly reaching out her small hand to place in his much larger one.

"We will need coats, it looks cold" she said with a soft smile. Ron grinned back at her and went to get the coats. Once they were warm enough, Hermione took out her wand and muttered a series of incantations. In an instant Ron felt himself fly forward at an incredible speed. His stomach dropped to his feet, his ears were buzzing and he felt extremely light and heavy at the same time. All the air was pushed out of his lungs as he felt himself hit something solid, but he didn't stop, not yet anyway. In what had felt like a full minute, but had only been five seconds, Ron fell on the soft snow.

Hermione was on her hands and knees a few feet away from him, gasping for breath. He noticed the big bubbles rising up in the air as she exhaled. Looking around, he saw the dome shape in the sky, and the way that the water moved around him, enveloping him, but never actually touching him. Ron pulled Hermione up and stabilised her. "You're amazing, you are" he said with a large grin. "Always a tone of surprise" she teased, still a little out of breath. "So that hard thing, that was the glass, wasn't it?" asked Ron. Hermione nodded, using a hand to rub her chest.

"Are you okay?" he asked in concern. "Yeah, fine. It just hit harder than I thought" she answered. "It was still brilliant though" Ron said, hugging her to him. She smiled. "Want to take a look around?" Ron nodded.

The snow globe was of an old, but big, Tudor styled house with a wrap-around porch and the garden surrounding it. The house had two floors,a room in the attic overlooking the garden and a high, peaked roof. The walls were built using light brown stone, and the fencing around the porch was done with white wood. The house looked very homely and welcoming. On the door was a Christmas wreath and a string of candy canes.

They walked up the steps to the front door. Ron raised the the brass knocker and knocked twice. "Honestly?" Hermione laughed. "What? You never know" Ron shrugged. "It's a snow globe, Ronald." "And how would you feel if somebody just came barging into your little glass encased house?" Hermione just rolled her eyes and opened the door.

They walked into a large entrance hall. "Lumos" Hermione whispered, using her wand to explore. On the right was a large living room with a fireplace and a Christmas tree. Further investigation revealed that the ground floor consisted of the entrance hall, living room, a large kitchen and dining area, a bathroom,a wash-room, a study, two small bedrooms and a cupboard in the hall underneath the stairs filled with linen. "No Harry there" Ron joked. Hermione slapped him on the arm with the back of her hand. "That's not funny, Ronald" she said, but she couldn't help laughing.

Upstairs held another four small bedrooms, two bathrooms, a master bedroom and a small general area. Each bedroom had a name of a flower on the door. "I think this is supposed to be guest house" Hermione said, running her finger over the letters on one of the doors. "It's a bloody decent one" said Ron, causing Hermione to shake with laughter.

Outside was a large, snow-covered lawn with a frozen fountain and a few benches scattered around. In the middle of the garden stood an old oak tree, its branches barren. Ron helped Hermione climb onto one of the thick lower branches before pulling himself up. "I've seen pictures of my grandfather on his farm sitting in a tree like this" Hermione said as she snuggled against Ron's chest. "This is a pretty good tree for climbing" said Ron, patting the branch with his hand.

They sat in silence for a while. "We should just stay here, grow old and forget about the world outside." Hermione said softly. She felt Ron's chest vibrate as he grunted in response. "If I stay here, would you stay with me and waste time watching the garden come alive?" she asked. "Of course I would. I would go anywhere with you, Hermione" he answered, planting a soft kiss in her hair.

They sat like that- his arms around her waist, holding her hands, and her head resting against his broad chest- in that tree for over an hour. Ron was swinging his leg, making a few snow flakes roll around on the grass with the movement of the water. "We have to go back" Hermione whispered sadly. "Why?" Ron asked. We can just stay here forever, like you want to. Nobody will find us." "People will notice we're missing and get worried. Our families need us" Hermione answered, sitting up.

The couple climbed out of the tree and walked slowly across the grass. "It's so beautiful here" Hermione commented, taking a last look around. "We should do this again, but with other snow globes. How many do you have in your collection?" Ron asked. "Enough for a few adventures" Hermione smiled. "This is going to be fun" Ron grinned. "Our own secret world in a snow globe."