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The Letter
"Ron," Hermione said, holding the letter in her hand, "Ron, come here!"
"What?" Ron complained, heaving himself out of bed and sitting down on the floor next to the desk Hermione was sitting at.
"Stand up," she snapped, "And read this." She thrust the letter at him, and he started to read out loud.
"Dear Mr and Mrs Weasley,
It is a regret to inform you that your son Hugo Weasley has been misbehaving at school.
He was found setting off Weasley's Wizard Wheezes fireworks in the Great Hall during the evening feast, and upon a raid of his room, it seems as if he has acquired a lot of the forbidden products.
Naturally, they have all been confiscated now, but it would be in his best interest if he were to not take any more to school with him.
Kind Regards,
Unac Dearborn"
Ron started to laugh, and Hermione went even redder than she already was.
"Stop it! This is serious! This is the reason he does these things, because you lot spur him on! Oh, I'm going to kill George - he knows their products are banned at Hogwarts."
"Calm down, Hermione," Ron said, playing with her hair. "He's only thirteen, he's bound to get a few detentions in his time."
"Humph."
Hermione got up, and grabbed her writing parchment, and a red envelope.
"Hermione, what are you doing?"
She didn't reply, but sat down to write.
"Hermione don't you even think about sending our kid a Howler."
She continued to write.
"Hermione…" he whined, as an idea occurred to him. He grinned to himself, and bent down to Hermione's level, planting kisses up her jawline until he reached the corner of her mouth. She tried to ignore him, but sure enough after a few seconds she gave up with a groan, and dropped her quill. She reached up to put her arms around his neck as he kissed her softly.
He lifted her so she was sat on the desk, and leaned forwards slightly, one arm removed from her waist whilst the other supported her back.
She heard the crackling of parchment, and opened her eyes too late to see the letter and envelope be chucked across the room.
But she didn't really care at that moment, she'd deal with Hugo later, she thought, as Ron's hand returned to her waist.
A/N: Another drabble requested by someone on Tumblr. Reviews would be lovely :)