Felix Felicis
A/N: I'm a bit fond of Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna, and the occasional Draco/Ginny or Draco/Hermione matchups. I'm aware of a few canonical mistakes in my current story, so while I iron those out, I'm going to toss a few one-shots your way. This is a R/H, on the basis that Ron grew a pair a bit earlier in Half-Blood Prince. ;D Enjoy!
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The atmosphere in the chaning room was jubilant.
"Party in the common room, Seamus said!" yelled Dean exuberantly. "C'mon, Ginny, Demelza!"
Ron and Harry were the last two in the changing room. They were just about to leave when Hermione entered. She was twisting her Gryffindor scarf in her hands and looked upset but determined.
"I want a word with you, Harry." She took a deep breath. "You shouldn't have done it. You heard Slughorn, it's illegal." (p.298)
Ron pursed his lips. "Harry, we'll meet up with you in the common room. I'd like a word with Hermione, if you don't mind."
Harry caught the hint, gave Ron a half-grin, and hung up his robes. "Just so you know, Hermione," he said, heading for the door, "nothing illegal occurred today." He whipped the still-sealed bottle of Felix Felicis from his pocket, flourished it at the two, and grinned a bit wider. "He saved everything because he felt lucky. He did it all by himself." Harry pocketed the bottle, then left, chuckling.
Hermione still didn't look particularly happy, but Ron guessed that that was due to Harry getting one over on her. He was rather pleased by Harry's decision personally, he honestly couldn't see what harm had been done. Undoubtedly the Slytherins weren't too chuffed when they discovered his sudden upswing in confidence, but he wasn't going to lose much sleep over that.
Hermione was looking at him strangely, then finally spoke. "Look, I'm sorry--"
"Don't mention it," he said, grinning at her. "To be honest, I thought it was in my drink, and that's probably the reason I did do so well. I think a lot when I'm on the field and I figured I didn't need to today--that's why I focused like I did."
"Ron, I, er..." she paused. "Would you like to go to Slughorn's party with me?" A moment more of hesitation, then "if you're wanting to spend more time with Lavender, then I..understand..but if you wanted to maybe..."
He looked mildly confused. "Goodness, Hermione, if I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were asking me out on a date." The look of confusion vanished. "Fortunately, I don't know better."
"I wasn't asking--"
"Alright, Hermione," he cut her off. Then, "will you invite me to Slughorn's party?"
She looked very flustered. "I already did..." But Ron had already closed the distance between them in about two seconds, his right hand dropping to her left, and his left hand to her lower back. His face was about two inches away from hers. She squeaked.
"Is it a date?" She barely nodded, and he pressed his lips to hers, then pulled her down into his lap on a bench in the middle of the room, discarding her cloak in one fluid motion.
Unnoticed, Ginny poked her head into the room, and Harry's head appeared just above hers. Both heads retreated. "Looks like he's eating her face, doesn't it?" she said, the look on her face imperturbable.
Harry grinned. "I suppose he's got to refine his technique somehow, doesn't he?" The two teammates slunk off, intent on returning to the party upstairs before Dean noticed Ginny was missing.