Broom(b)ride
By
Sannikex
A/N: Here is a Valentine's gift to everyone who is as romantic as I. Extreme fluff warning!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that belongs to others.
Hermione Granger angrily stomped up the stairs in the house she and her boyfriend Ronald Weasley shared. For the moment her boyfriend was in deep trouble. Deep, deep trouble. It was Valentine's Day and where was he?
"Bloody ignorant prat. "Bye, darling I have to check the snow!"" Frozen water on the ground was more important to him than his girlfriend on the official day of love. Wet, cold slush was apparently more fun than her company. Irritated, she threw herself on their bed and with a huff in the direction of the nightstand where a picture of them was perched she burrowed into the pillows. Hermione pulled the covers over her head and didn't notice when her body drifted off to sleep.
A sudden noise woke her up and her eyes automatically flew to the clock. She had slept for three hours. The reason for the noise came through the door. A rather handsome man, in his own way, with blazing red hair, laughing eyes and a tall build stood in the doorframe. His clothes were wet and he had snow in his hair and his cheeks were flushed from the cold outside.
"Hi, Mione, have you slept?" She just glared at him. "I thought that we could go on a picnic." Her eyes lit up a bit, had he not forgotten completely, after all? "I've fixed the basket and our brooms are ready." Her momentarily placated temper started simmering again. How was it romantic to sit on a stick, in the cold and get wet to the skin in the snow?
"No way." He knew that she hated to fly.
"You can sit in front of me on mine. Please, Hermione? Pretty please with sugar on the top?" She had to give in to his begging face. Damn those puppy eyes of his.
"Alright!" She went into the bathroom pulled a brush thorough her sleep mussed hair and added a stroke of mascara. She didn't usually wear it but if this was some kind of date…Ron waited downstairs and when she finally came down he frowned. Hermione was dressed in a cloak of deep burgundy with matching gloves, very pretty but not suitable for what he had planned. He shook his head and dragged his girlfriend back into the bedroom. When they left it this time Hermione was dressed in layers upon layers of warm clothes and looked very much like a pile of fabric clad tires.
"You'll need it." He responded to her silent glare. She snorted and went down the stairs. He hid a smile as he watched her make her way down with difficulty, the clothes hindering her effectively.
Hermione had to admit that flying was not so bad when you could snuggle up to your boyfriend and feel the wind whip around you but not get cold. As long as you didn't look down you could manage fine. After almost an hour of flying Ron steered them down and jumped off first to help his girlfriend off. He earned a grateful smile for that and felt none of the cold. He brought the basket and went over to the place he had picked out before. Hermione just watched him as he started to set up the meal. Ron held out his hand for her and she took it. Only to be pulled down in the snow. She spluttered and tried to get up but Ron held her in a firm grip.
"Hermione, be still. Can't you feel how soft the snow is?" She stopped wriggling and checked. He was right, the snow had been pressed down and exactly fit her body.
"Nice, isn't it?" Ron grinned and lay down beside her.
"I could lie like this forever." Hermione breathed dreamily, mist rising from her mouth as she talked.
"So you don't want the hot chocolate I brought? Or those delicious chocolates with creamy fudge and…" The red-haired man teased her.
"Oh, for that I'll maybe get up."
"Good for you that you don't have to, then." He moved so she had her head resting on his lap and floated the sweets and the thermos closer. He picked a chocolate and let it slide over her lips, before leaning over her and slowly bending down, kissing it away. It was a long, sweet, intoxicating kiss and all Hermione's anger disappeared. With this new way of eating chocolate it took a while before they finally collected their belongings and rose in the air again.
When they had flied for five minutes and Hermione had buried her face in Ron's chest he stopped, floating in mid-air.
"Hermione look down." He said softly. She shook her head. No way, she'd get dizzy and fall, no doubt. "Hermione, please try to look down." Something in his voice made her grasp his clothes harder and lift her head. Carefully, she peeked down. She almost fell off as she looked down on the ground. In the snow, someone had painstakingly dug a shallow groove spelling out: "Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"
Her brown eyes met his blue and she managed to whisper, "Yes." He smiled warmly at her and from a pocket he pulled out a white rose.
"You know I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I also did this to show you something. That it is not dangerous to look down on the ground, snow doesn't need to be just cold and wet and flying can be wonderful. If you do it with the right person."
"I love you, Ron and I love to fly, to play in the snow, and with you, I love to look down on the ground from 150 feet up in the air. I would love to be your wife and I want you to know that this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done to me." She accepted the rose and they flew home.
A/N2: Vignettes of their married life to follow. Do not expect regular updates for this one. I hope you enjoyed some unmitigated fluff.
