So, I'm currently in love with the pairing of Armione, introduced to me by accident. I love it, because I'm not a fan of Arwen (Arthur/Gwen) and I'm not a fan of Ron/Hermione. So – Here we are, at the peak my new obsession, I decided to try my hand at writing it! It's short, I know, but I wasn't intending for it to be long. I'll probably do more in the future, but here's all for now.
Thanks so much for reading it!
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Their relationship starts out neutral, just seeing each other in the corridors. She's new, some distant cousin of Merlin's. At least that's what he thought he heard through all the mumbling and stuttering. So she's helping out in the kitchen, and Arthur takes care not to upset the kitchen staff because who knows what they could put in your food as revenge. He has enough to worry about – what with everyone and their dog attacking Camelot – and doesn't want to have to worry about if Hermione is spitting in his soup. He see's her chatting with Gwen, Morgana's pretty maid in the hallway, rushing down the hallway with bags of herbs, and everytime they see eachother, they smile. Arthur's not really sure why he smiles at her, but he does. And keeps doing so.
That's how they keep going, neutral and a little bit warm– until one day when Merlin rouses him at an ungodly hour and tells him he's come down with a 'very bad head cold and fever and sweating and chills and hallucinations and Arthur is tired and grumpy and just shoos him away, desperate to get back to sleep. Unfortunately for him, he misses the part where Merlin explains that for the rest of the day, Hermione will be partly filling in for him as a favour, and not to be such a 'arrogant prat' to her because she was nice.
Not ten minutes later the patter of footsteps, and the rustling of things being straightened. He turns over and beholds the sight in front of him with bewilderment. Hermione, bushy hair held back by a scarf, is kneeling on the floor, picks up his discarded boot, and deposits it safely in its proper place. Suddenly, as she wanders over to the cabinet, and her hand hovers over the handle of his underwear drawer, he springs out of bed – shocking Hermione.
She whirls, hand pressed to her chest, brown eyes wide.
"Oh, uh, Sire," She says, calmly. "I didn't realize you were awake. Can I get you any breakfast?" He doesn't trust himself to speak, so he just nods. When she glides out the door, he tries to frantically smooth his hair down, knowing that he probably has a bad case of bed head. He cups a hand over his mouth and breaths into his palm. Just as quickly, he sniffs the air hopefully – checking how bad his morning breath is.
He hears a slight giggle, and turns suddenly. There's Hermione, standing with a large silver tray. He flushes when he wonders how long she's been standing there. Instead of setting it on the table as Merlin does, she places it on his lap. Her thin fingers inadvertedly stroke his thigh and he stiffens, growing flustered. Hermione rips her hand away, face bright red, just as flustered.
"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be in the kitchen. Ring if you need me," She mumbles, and scurries away, face still red. Arthur watches her go, entranced.
She's ... interesting. She intrigues him even if he has barely spoken a word to her. Arthur's not sure what it is, but he wants it.
And Arthur get's what he wants.
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