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Mistletoe and Firewhiskey
Day One
December 13th
Ron sat quietly, one hand in his mussed hair as a quill lay poised in his other, still positioned over the piece of parchment in front of him. His eyes fluttered closed, a watery blue abyss as they opened, his mouth wide with the onslaught of a rather noisy yawn.
He sighed as he looked to his left and out of the small window, snow drifting against the glass and settling at the ledge, a winter wonderland. He shifted as he heard the sound of the Fat Lady swing open, revealing a rather flushed and giggling girl.
"Hermione?" he whispered, turning in his seat.
"Ronald!" she said, flinging her coat from her body as she unraveled her scarf, "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I could ask the same," he smiled to himself as she tripped over her own shoes, catching herself with a quick squeal before smiling up at him, her cheeks a deeper rose.
"Christmas Break, of course!" she said, landing on the couch with a rather sound 'oomph'. "A few of the girls and I decided to visit the kitchens."
Ron cocked an eyebrow. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Oh c'mon, we're sixteen," she looked at him with a bright light of curiosity in her eyes, "Shouldn't you be telling me this?"
"Your pissed," he said firmly, a smiling threatening his hardened lips. Secretly, he was loving every moment of this.
"Am not," but she was already laying down, her head cushioned on the overstuffed arm of the couch as her hand lay between the valley in her chest with the other ghosting lazily over the rug ridden floor. Her eyes were already sliding closed, her feet burying themselves in the seat cushions, craving warmth.
He smiled.
Hours seemed to pass as the flickering light of the fire dwindled down to glowing crimson embers, a cold drift settling uneasily around them as he shivered, looking over to Hermione's still form as he rolled up his parchment, listening to her small and comforting snores, light and soft as they filled the air.
He threw his sack over his shoulder as he chewed his lip, looking from the girl's stairs to Hermione and back again.
I can't just leave her here, he thought with a small sigh. He walked up to her slowly, sliding his arms under her legs and torso, and lifting her up to his chest. She instantly conformed to him, all soft curves against his still slightly awkward angles. He shifted slightly before turning to walk up to the Boys' Dormitory.
She continued to snore ever so softly against his neck, her arm wrapped around him as her lead lay limp on his shoulder, her curls tickling the underside of his chin as he opened the door to his room with the tip of his foot.
He shuffled quietly to his bed, the only one now unsheltered by curtains. He lay her gently in the unmade blankets, pulling them over her as he turned to close the curtains and walk back into the Common Room for some well deserved sleep on the overstuffed couch.
He hoped silently it still smelled of her.
"Ron," he heard her whisper, so soft that he barely heard it before he turned and looked into her bright, warm eyes. And then, her hand reached around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers.
She tasted of Firewhiskey, warm and hot against his tongue as her teeth grazed his lips in impatience, her hands pulling him closer as she pressed her chest to his. He sighed as his hands found her hair, fisting in the soft tendrils as she whimpered almost silently.
Then her hands were shaking as they fumbled with his clothes and suddenly the reality of the moment crashed upon Ron's shoulders and he took her hands within his, and placed his forehead on hers, looking deeply into her heavy lidded eyes before he closed them.
Minutes passed as his breathing became calm again, slowly in and slowly out as he reopened his eyes and looked into her sleeping face. He smiled as he kissed her forehead, curling his arm around her shoulders as her head pressed itself in the crook of his neck, sleep taking him almost as easily as it had stolen her.
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Author's Note: My Christmas Special. The Twelve Days of Christmas, all with the help of smut, fluff, firewhiskey and mistletoe. Lol. Presents will be awarded throughout the twelve chapters. This first one is to one of my earliest readers, RuthLongbottom, whom asked for another Ron and Hermione, though I promise a sequel for you towards the end. This one isn't my best, but I thought it was cute nonetheless. My love, and Christmas Greetings to you all, Delta. Review!!