Written for the Fandom Holiday Drabble Exchange on Gaia Online. Gift fic for Kate, AKA Katja the Great. RonxHermione. ish :P
Enjoy!
"Hermione? Hermione… Hermione, wake up!"
Hermione opened her eyes.
"What…?"
Someone was standing over her, someone who sounded like Harry. She rubbed at her eyes, blinked, and realized that it was Harry.
"Merry Christmas," he said.
"It's too early," she mumbled.
"But not that early. I want you to see the present I got for you, so come on, sleepyhead."
A large box was situated in the common room; red with a green bow on top. Hermione stared blankly at it.
"It's… big."
Harry nodded. "You gonna open it?"
"Um…"
"Just pull the top off."
Grasping the bow with both hands, she gave it a yank. It was a bit more force than nessecary, and she almost fell over as the top came off to reveal...
"Merry Christmas." It was Ron, face nearly as red as the box, but he managed to smile.
"Wh-what?" Hermione squeaked. Harry was laughing.
"Isn't it what you've always wanted?"
"Uh, I-I–"
"I do like you, 'Mione," Ron blurted out.
"…Oh," she whispered. Harry cleared his throat pointedly.
"All right, all right… I like you, too." Then she noticed a sprig of something green stuck in Ron's hair. "Ron," she said slowly, "is that mistletoe in your hair?"
"Oh, well, I wonder how that got there?" he said in an odd, high-pitched voice.
"Kiss her," Harry coughed. Hermione blushed.
"Well… come here, then," Ron said softly. She stepped closer, starting to smile.
"Hermione," Ron sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Ron…"
"…Hermione. Hey, Hermione, wake up!"
She opened her eyes. "What?!" she half-shouted, glaring toward the voice, which happened to belong to Ron. She was lying on the couch in the common room. There was no box in sight.
"You fell asleep." Harry. "You told us to wake you up if you did…"
She sat up. "Well…" She let out a noise somewhere between a whine and a growl, and stood up. "Well, the next time I tell you that, don't listen to me!" she screeched, and stomped away, up the stairs to the girls' dorms.
The boys looked at each other.
"What did we do?" Ron said indignantly.
"What she told us to," replied Harry.
"Maybe it's… her time of the month," Ron added with a shudder.
Harry shrugged, noncommittal.
"I don't think I'll ever understand girls."