A/N: Don't ask what got into me. I wanted to write a one-shot. My pin is broken. I am bored and coffee ice-cream is keeping me awake. I actually had ten minutes to write something, of course I had to sneak it in after my dad went to bed, but whatever.
Disclaimer: I barely own the idea, let alone Ron and Hermione, seeing as it wasn't my idea to go on a pin-demolishing spree.
He hates pins. He hates the way they hold back her hair. They are restraining. They hold back a part of her. She yells at him when he touches it – her hair has some strange quality. It's sacred and pure and he's not allowed to touch it, Ronald Weasley, or so help me - He loves her. And he loves her hair. And he hates those pins. He is constantly trying to devise a plan to sneak them out of her hair and it never works. She says it's stupid that he is so obsessed with something like this – something like her hair. He says she doesn't see it from his point of view. It's long and curly and glorious – well, he doesn't say it, he thinks it. He couldn't possibly admit to having a hair fetish. He doesn't have a hair fetish, for Merlin's sake! And why won't you just shut up about it, Hermione? He just likes her hair. He likes the way it tumbles around her shoulders and down her back, and he likes the way he can pull down one, perfect, golden-brown curl and watch it bounce back up (which earns him a smack to the head, which never really hurts anyway, because it's so hard for her to reach up that far). He likes the way it's never under control, even when she got all those goddamn pins in it, how there are always a few rebellious wisps coming lose and falling around, framing her face prettily, enticing him (staring at them instead of paying attention to what she is actually saying earns him a swift kick to the shins – which hurts). He likes to pull out those pins and watch the whole wild mass come tumbling down – he's actually figured out where she puts them, strategically, every morning, and knows which ones to pull. She scolds him and then he tells her that when they get married, he doesn't want her to pin up her hair. She tell him that that is idiotic, and her tells her, no it isn't, because the first time he met her, her hair was loose. Then she asks when exactly he decided they were getting married anyway, and why didn't she have any say in the matter? Then he tells her that he just assumed he already had her say, and she laughs and says of course he did. Then they both laugh while she pins her hair back up. Of course, five minutes later, it's back down again.