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A/N: This is my first ever published work so feedback would mean a lot! Hope you enjoy :)
"I want to do your make-up."
"Ahahaha," but Ron trailed off when he saw that Hermione was in fact serious.
"I want to do your make-up."
"No way, Mione... No way." However the fact he was resigned to the inevitability of the situation was clearly evident in his voice. Hermione always got what she wanted. And Ron knew it.
This time was, of course, no different. Half an hour and a hell of a lot of complaining later Ron was stood in front of their bathroom mirror, grimacing at this reflection.
"I look like a bloody drag queen Mione," he whined, poking at the false eyelashes Hermione had glued to his lids,
"You look b-e-a-utiful darling!"
Ron punched Hermione gently, his cheeks gradually flushing to match his hair, "Just shut up will you..."
"What if I don't want to shut up. You're really sexy when you're angry you know?"
All thoughts of make-up were quickly disappearing from Ron's mind, "Am I, eh?"
She answered by kissing him. She began at the bottom of his neck and, traveling slowly upwards, she stopped just before his lips. This was a well known code for the pair that they would 'have some fun' later.
Hermione drew away smiling wickedly.
"I should let you do my make-up more often," Ron said with an excited twinkle in his eye.