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Rating: K+

Genre: Romance/Humor

A Mother's Prerogative

By: DeliciousNewYork

"Ronald, can't you please put something else on? You haven't seen her in how long? And the first thing you want her to see of you is a bed head and stained shirt?" Ron looked down at this shirt sheepishly running a hand through his ruffled red hair.

"It's Hermione mum, she's seen me looking worse," Ron grumbled, turning slightly pink.

"Yes but you aren't just friends anymore are you?" Mrs. Weasley sang smiling widely. Ron shook his head stomping back up the stairs to his bedroom.

"She's not my girlfriend either," He called as he tromped his way. This had all started with that note she had sent home that his twin brothers, on a visit home, had decided to open while he was at number 12 Grimmauld Place with his father. Something about missing him had somehow turned into them "dating."

"It's not that far off," Ron said to himself as he pulled on a button up shirt over his T-shirt and a jacket over that. He and Hermione had finally gotten past that awkward "friend" stage into something more, although "girlfriend" was still a while off, he figured and on her first time back to the wizarding world since the devastating turn of the last year, Ron wasn't to apt to make a big deal out of their "relationship."

"It's these small things that keep this depressing time from being too much to bear," Mrs. Weasley had said at least two hundred times since the letter had arrived.

"I'm not going to concentrate on it," Ron had replied, "There are more important things." As much as he said it, there was still that strange feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw her, not to mention the dreams.

The dreams were probably the most embarrassing part. One second Hermione would be her same old self, attractive, yes, but still human, shy at times, and not one to flaunt, and then next thing you know Ron would be asleep and shy, intelligent, adorably pretty Hermione was transformed in a sensual seductress of porn star quality.

"You need to get laid," Harry had said waking Ron up one night.

"What?" Ron asked groggily.

"You were saying her name, again, pervert," Harry responded chucking a pillow at his head and rolling back over.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ron had lied, but his face was hot and the vision of Hermione still burned in his mind.

"I hate being a boy," Ron said running a hand through his hair. There were three short raps on his bedroom door and Ron hastily opened the door a big grin on his face.

"I missed you," Hermione said enveloping him in a hug before he even had a second to look at her, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Ron replied softly his heart thudding quickly in his chest. She pulled back smiling at him.

"You never wrote back," She said still smiling but with an accusatory tone.

"We were apart for two weeks, and we talked through floo four times," Ron said laughing, "I didn't know I was obligated."

"What kind of a boyfriend are you," Hermione said laughing and Ron's eyes widened in shock.

"What?" He asked in a voice several octaves higher than he had intended. Hermione's face flushed.

"Um, nothing," She said quickly turning and rushing down the hall, "I have to go say hi to Ginny!" She called behind her.

"Wait!" Ron called bounding after her and grabbing her arm to stop her. She turned to look at him her face red. "What did you call me?" He asked, trying not to smile.

"My mum calls you that, because talked to you so much, I talked to Harry too but only twice and I didn't write him-"

"Mine calls you my girlfriend," Ron said sheepishly.

"Mums," Hermione said shaking her head grinning, relieved.

"Yeah," Ron agreed. "They can be pretty mad, can't they?" Hermione nodded, grinning.

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