So . . . I noticed that Naïve was literally my most popular story, ever. In terms of visitors, that is. Holiday Ball has an absurd amount of reviews considering I've updated like nine times in two years . . . I should work on that.
Anyway a few people put the Ron/Hermione one-shot on alert, and I got really confused cause I was like, it's not a multi-chap . . . then I realized that maybe more Ron/Hermione was wanted! So this is my attempt to satisfy people.
Short drabble. This one's much happier. Enjoy:)
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Though Ron Weasley could not sing to save his life, Hermione loved no sound better.
The young couple hadn't seen each other for more than a few hours in months now. It was nearing Christmas holiday and Hermione was to go to the Burrow to celebrate with Ron and the rest of the Weasleys. But for now, the only form of communication the two had was by the mirrors Harry had given to them as they saw her off onto the Hogwarts express before the start of term.
Now, at half-past ten at night, Hermione was sitting in her Head's dormitory, having her nightly call with her boyfriend. She had made a point to finish all of her homework for the weekend quickly in the library that day, working through lunch and dinner so she could spend all of Friday night talking to Ron and spend the next day with him in Hogsmeade.
Hogsmeade Saturdays were more of Hermione's favorite than they had ever been. In the past she would always spend the day with Ron and Harry, or maybe just one of the two sometimes, but it was much different now that it was the only opportunity that she had to see her significant other. Working hard in her NEWT classes wasn't enough to keep her from missing Ron, so she was forever grateful to Harry for the mirrors, and to Merlin—or whoever—for Hogsmeade weekends.
At the moment, Ron was singing a Celestina Warbeck song as Hermione giggled. He looked silly, he knew, but they were both having fun. Hermione lay wrapped in her blankets, the only light in her room coming from the one lamp next to her bed. If Ron spoke his opinion, he would have said something poetic, like telling her that her hair gleamed like amber and her eyes sparkled like sun on the water. But Ron wasn't very good at saying poetic things without goofing up and blushing furiously, so he sang Hermione ridiculous, sappy love songs instead.
Ron was sitting in his bed with the wireless next to him. As the song faded, he and Hermione heard the host of the radio show sign off and a tune that was quite old start to play.
"That was fun," Ron said with a goofy smile.
"Very," Hermione agreed. She yawned.
"Get some sleep, love. It's going to be a long day tomorrow," he said excitedly. She nodded. "I love you Hermione."
"I love you too Ronald." The red-head shut off his light and his girlfriend followed his example. The two fell asleep to the quiet sounds coming from his wireless.
