None of this belongs to me. If it did, my name would be JK Rowling.
I have to give credit to my best-est friend Sarabeth for coming up with the phrase R.F.O.P. ;-) Thanks Sara! This takes place 4 months after the prologue, at the beginning of Ginny and Hermione's seventh year.
"Come on! Hurry up Parvati!" said a very frantic, frizzy-haired Hermione. "I don't see what you're so worried about anyway. It's not even a date! We're just studying!"
Parvati just glared at her. "All dates are official, Hermione-whether the guy knows it or not."
"Yeah, sure, but I still don't see why I have to get all dressed up! Ron's already said that he's not going to be dressed up. He's probably just going to be wearing pajamas!"
"WHAT!? And, when exactly were you planning to tell me this? Ugh! Now you're too overdressed! Go take your makeup off while I find you something else to wear!" instructed Parvati, running her hand through her hair. The 2 of them had been sitting in the Gryffindor common room all night, Hermione trying to convince Parvati that it wasn't a date, and Parvati trying to convince Hermione that is was. Parvati had made a sprecial trip to Hogwarts to help Hermione get ready for her big "date" that she had been anticipating for so long.
When Hermione emerged from the bathroom 10 minutes later, she had her bushy brown hair pulled back into a messy bun-Ron's favorite style-and she was wearing a pair of cute pajama pants with a matching top.
"Ah-dorable! See, what did I tell you? I'm great at this dating stuff," said Parvati, circling Hermione and nodding in approval.
"And what did I tell you? It's NOT a date! We're just two best friends studying! Uhg! There's nothing wrong with that! Now where's my book bag? He'll be here soon."
"Stop changing the subject Hermione! If you two are really just best friends, then why did you kiss him? And... why would he come specially to Hogwarts to help you study if he isn't even in school anymore? He hates studying"
"I told you, the kiss was just an R.F.O.P.! It didn't mean anything!"
"R.F.O.P.? What in the name of Merlin's beard is an R.F.O.P.?"
"Random fit of passion," she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Besides, like I said, it didn't mean anything. I mean, I was a bit worried we were both going to die, after all."
Parvati dismissed the idea with a wave of her manicured hand,"Excuses, excuses! You know you like him! I heard you two have been going out for months already!" Hermione wished they had started going out, but the romance had sort of fizzled-out over the summer.
"Parvati, I swear, if you bring this up again I'll-"but she didn't get to finish her sentence because Ginny Weasley walked into the room.
"Hey Hermione, Parvati! Big date tonight, right Hermione?" she said winking.
"It's NOT a date!"
"Well, I saw my dear old brother flooing in through the library and he said he was on his way up, so I'd hurry up and get ready if I was you!" she said warningly.
Parvati let out a squeak of excitement for her friend and pulled Ginny out of the room, making sure to start up some romantic music and set out some candles before she left. As soon as they were gone, Hermione sighed, turned off the music, and blew out the candles. Just as Ron entered the room, she stuffed the candlesticks under the couch cushions.
"Hey Mione!" he said brightly, setting his book bag down nest to the table.
"Oh, erm…hi, Ron," she said nervously.
"So…er…should we get started?" he said, grabbing a book. "What do you have to work on?"
"Hmmm…oh, what?" she replied dreamily. She had been lost in his bright blue eyes. She couldn't help but think to herself, Oh, Merlin, I think I love him. "Oh, er, right, Slughorn's essay is due tomorrow."
"Alright, let's get started then."
Two Hours Later
As Harry entered the common room, just back from auror training and planning a visit to Ginny, he called out, "Ron, Hermione! What're you two doing? Ron? Hermione?" He glanced around the room and his jaw dropped to the floor. There, just ten feet from him, were the two most opinionated, stubborn people he knew-the ones who bickered constantly-snuggled up to each other on the couch. He wondered how they had fallen asleep in this position-with Hermione's head resting on Ron's chest. But, then again, maybe he didn't want to know. "Oh, er, that's what you're doing."
And, with that, he headed up the stairs to the girl's dormitories, where Ginny anxiously awaited his arrival.
Thirty Minutes Later
"NO! NO! Not him! Stop! Please!" Hermione pleaded in her sleep. "Please-NO!-" she suddenly woke with a start, only to find Ron waking up underneath her.
"BLOODY HELL!" he yelled, seeing her on top of him. He sat up so fast that Hermione rolled off of him and fell onto the floor.
"Merlin's beard! Ow, Ron!" she screeched, going overboard.
"Sorry," he mumbled, pulling her back up onto his lap, his famous Weasley ears turning red. "What were you dreaming about anyway? You were having a right fit!"
Hermione blushed and looked at the flames dancing happily in the fireplace. "I was, um, well, you see…"
"Come on, Mione! You can tell me!"
"Well, we were all back in Malfoy Manor, and, well, when you asked then to take you instead of me, they said y-yes," she whimpered, tears falling freely from her face. "Ex-except, they made me stay there and wa-watch you d-d-die!"
He pulled her into a hug, "It's OK, everything is fine. The war is over. It's all over."
They sat in that position for quite some time, Ron whispering comforting words into Hermione's ear. Until, suddenly, they seemed to realize just how close they actually were. They both pulled away quickly, Hermione sliding off of Ron's lap. They blushed. Ron gently wiped away the remaining tears on Hermione's face and grinned. They started laughing. Not about anything in particular, just laughing. It felt so good to laugh. To them, it felt like a fuzzy blanket in the middle of a snow storm. They had hardly laughed at all since the war. To them, the simple gesture of laughter was like a piece of Heaven.
"Uh, Ron, how did I end up sleeping on top of you anyway?" she asked tentatively.
"I dunno. I guess Slughorn's essay must've put us to sleep," he said jokingly, although it was probably true.
"Listen, Ron, I-I know we sort of haven't had much time together over the summer, but I miss 'us'. I miss seeing you everyday. Ron I love-"
But she wasn't able to finish her sentence as Ron's lips were in the way. They were urgent against hers, yet gentle in a way she didn't remember from Ron. She ran her tongue across his lip, asking for entry. He quickly deepened the kiss, winding his hands around her back. When Hermione pulled back, she had a dazed expression on her face. She mumbled softly to herself, "R.F.O.P."
"What?" asked Ron, pulling her as close as possible to his body.
"Oh, it's nothing," she said, kissing him once more. "Just a random fit of passion."
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