A/N: This has been brewing for a while now and I decided to finally jot it down. Written in about twenty minutes at four in the morning. Enjoy?
Summary: Hermione's angry with Ron. What else is new?
The Issue
'Well, honestly, Ronald!'
'What? You don't have to sport it!'
'No, I get stare at it when you shag me instead!' Hermione snapped.
Ron folded his arms over his bare chest, his muscles bulging slightly, and Hermione scowled as it expanded.
'It's my body, Hermione. I can do what I want to do to it.'
Hermione's nostrils flared.
'You could have talked to me about it beforehand.'
Ron snorted.
'Oh, I can see how that would have gone. "Hey, Hermione, I was just going to go run out and get a tattoo." "No, Ronald, I forbid it." "Oh well, it's my body. See you!",' he said sarcastically.
Hermione scowled, only this time at Ron.
'I'm not that controlling,' she argued.
Ron raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.
'Oh no?' he questioned.
Hermione suddenly felt guilty.
'Am I?' she asked quietly.
Ron rushed forward and enveloped her in a hug.
'No, love,' he whispered. 'You're not. I was exaggerating.'
Hermione pulled back from him and glanced at his new tattoo; the skin around the ink was puffy and inflamed and she reached out and grazed her fingertips over the wound. Ron's sharp inhalation made her jump a bit.
'Did ... did it hurt?' she asked softly.
'Nah,' he breathed, looking over at the three crossed wands on his bicep. 'More of a lot of pinching. Hurts a bit now, though.'
Hermione traced her fingers over the wand that had her name on it.
'I guess Harry got one too?'
Ron snorted.
'Nope. Ginny didn't want him to,' he whispered as Hermione moved her finger to trace the wand with Ron's name on it.
'It's really good artwork,' Hermione admitted.
Ron smirked.
'Is it growing on you, love?'
'The only real objection I have is the fact that I have to see Harry's name whenever we have sex,' she replied as she traced the wand with Harry's name before moving to the words 'Golden Trio' written around the wands. 'The idea is wonderful, though. Crossed together, no matter what.'
'That's us,' Ron agreed, nuzzling Hermione's neck.
'I suppose you know how to take care of it.'
'Of course. Though, I think I might need your help,' he mumbled, burying his nose in her hair.
'Oh?'
'Mmhmm. I need to rub some lotion on it, but I don't want to use too much. You always seem to know how much to use,' he said.
Hermione laughed softly.
'Wuss,' she murmured, pressing a kiss to the middle where the three wands crossed.
Ron let his hands slip down Hermione's body to her hips, where he drew her closer to him.
'You still angry at me?'
Hermione pulled him in for a gentle kiss.
'No,' she whispered. 'Just take care of it, OK?'
Ron flashed her a lop-sided grin.
'Only if you promise to help.'
Hermione laughed again.
'I promise.'
Ron kissed her gently.
