Disclaimer: If wishes were fishes, I'd need a fish tank.
Ron Weasley didn't like strawberries. The little seeds would often get caught in his teeth and, thanks to Fred and George; he had spent a very long afternoon as the accused fruit at age nine. So, one winter morning during in fifth year when Ron found the only pancakes the house elves were serving had strawberries mixed in, he refused to eat.
Ron's willpower lasted for all of six minutes, and then with a soft whimper of defeat, the redhead began to shovel eggs in his mouth as if he had never eaten in his life. He only slowed his pace from 'how in the name of Merlin is he not choking' to 'watch your fingers if you would like to keep them' when a sweet aroma reached his nose.
"What is that?" He asked sniffing the air slightly.
Hermione, who had just sat down, answered him, "My mum sent me some new shampoo. Do you like it?"
Ron nodded, "It suits you and I don't think I've ever smelled something so good. What kind is it?"
"Muggle," Hermione's cheeks had taken a pink tint, "It has perfume in it. Strawberries and cream, it's my favorite type."
Ron nodded and stared at Hermione a while longer, she didn't seem to notice. Harry sighed, and then returned to his sausage. The rest of breakfast was in silence. Ron slipped something into his pocket, nobody noticed.
Later that day, when Harry and Ron were on their way to divination, Ron began to fish through his robe pocket. After a moment, he pulled out a bright red strawberry and popped it into his mouth. "I thought you hated them," Harry said gesturing to the fruit.
His friend smiled dreamily and bit into another one, "Nah, I think they're the best. Want one?"
Harry didn't reply he was having an internal battle on whether or not locking Ron and Hermione in a broom closet until they finally kissed would get him in trouble. I'll give them to the end of the year, he thought as he climbed the ladder, Then I'll have to take matters into my own hands and relieve all this bloody tension before one of them explodes.
A/N: Some of you may be wondering why, instead of updating Daddy Dearest I decided to put this up, the answer is simple: I have a short attention span. I work much better when I have two projects going at once, so I can bounce from one to another. Seems weird, but that's how I roll.
Till next time,
M.