Oh, my god. I am SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY for not uploading in a long time *sadface* But school's been hectic and AP Chemistry is killer. Though I got 100% on a unit final so that's cool *claps hands in glee*

So, in celebration (and as a peace offering of sorts) I present another little blurb about my OTP, Ron and Hermione

*bows*

Review so I know if you lieked, yah?


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On The Topic of Chairs and Their Owners

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With unbridled enthusiasm, Hermione Granger trotted down the dormitory stairs, a brand new book in her hands. Her destination: the comfiest, plushest chair beside the Gryffindor fireplace- she'd claimed it as her own in third year. It was where she read every single new book (whether it be from the vast domain of Madame Pince, or her own library via her parents and Hedwig's goodwill) and Hermione couldn't wait to sink into it and curl up-

She stopped short at the entrance to the common room.

Ronald Weasley... was taking a nap in HER chair!

Resisting the urge to jinx him with something like oppugno, the bushy haired teen stomped over to the red-headed boy. Hermione peered down: Ron snorted, his sleeping face blissfully unaware of her presence.

It took the "brightest witch of her age" only a few seconds to come up with a solution. Turning her back to Ron, Hermione sat down- right on his lap. Curling her legs up, she opened to the first chapter.

"...'Mione?"

Ron was awake.

"Why are you sitting on me?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"Reading." Hermione didn't look up from her page. "In my chair."

Ron paused. "Are you comfortable?"

"Oh, I'm alright," Hermione replied absently, intent on the story. She gasped as she felt arms reach under her legs, pulling them up so she was sideways on Ron's lap, legs over an armrest and her back resting on Ron's left arm.

"What are you doing?"

"Just making sure my beautiful girlfriend is completely comfortable," Ron replied with a lopsided grin.

Hermione blushed. However, she tried to harden her tone as she said, "Well, don't interrupt me- I'm reading."

She felt Ron's arms encircling her waist. "You sure about that? There's... other things we could do."

"I can't think of anything else better than reading right now," Hermione said loftily.

Ron freed one of his arms and began lazily running his fingers up and down his girlfriend's arm, sending delicious shivers through the bookworm.

"Ronald Weasley," Hermione said, making a last attempt to keep reading, "If you think you can..."

Ron's hands had reached her face, caressing her cheek.

"... provide a suitable distraction then you're-"

Hermione was unable to finish her sentence. Ron had bent his head, capturing her lips with his, and Hermione's resolve slipped away.

She threw her book to the floor as Ron pulled her in closer.

After all, what was a measly book, compared to the talented Ronald Weasley?


Yes, yes, Ron and Hermione never dated at Hogwarts... but we can pretend, right? You guys have imaginations, right?

I thought it was cute. My best friend also made a drawing to this, along with one for Harry and Ginny, and our own OCs with their guys.

Anyways... my chamomile/spearmint tea is kicking in. LEAVE A REVIEW, OR FLUFFY EATS YOU.

-Harper