Just a small Ron/Hermione thing-after Deathly Hallows. Recalling Scabbers/Crookshanks.
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"Do you remember?" Hermione asked.
"There are a lot of things I don't," responded Ron.
"Like the fact that you were supposed to do the laundry yesterday," Hermione chastised, but then turned back to the matter on hand. "Do you remember how you used to hate Crookshanks?"
"Ah, that lovely, hissing, spitting cat," Ron recalled, his tone light and airy. "I remember the first time I saw it jumped on my head and made Scabbers go crazy. Of course, in retrospect, that might have been a good thing."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I miss him now, though. Crookshanks, not Scabbers. He was very good, deep down, when he wasn't messing around."
"Yes, quite a good cat," Ron agreed. At that moment, a tiny ginger kitten with fluffy fur and a very slightly squashed face entered the room. It meowed slightly and rubbed itself against Ron's legs; Ron set down the Daily Prophet and rubbed the kitten's head with his knuckles.
"Good ol' Crookshanks Jr."
Hermione laughed and sat down next to Ron on the sofa.
"Come to think of it, Crookshanks and Scabbers sort of helped us, didn't they?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know how they helped us, but they sure made us fight a lot."
Hermione blushed slightly, and then said, "I guess, during that time, I sort of felt closer to you during the arguments."
Ron nodded, smiling a little bit. "I guess I know what you mean. They did sort of help us, didn't they?"
"And also the fact that Crookshanks helped us find out the truth in our third year."
"Yes, now that I think about it, Crookshanks was a very helpful cat. You should've just gotten him declawed and he could be a feline angel."
"Crookshanks, the feline angel. I hope he's doing well up there in heaven."
"No doubt, Hermione. No doubt."
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Ha, I always loved Crookshanks :) Review, please!