{This was supposed to be written for an addiction but somehow it turned out to be a fluffy one-shot. R&R}
Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Beans
"Ron, will you please keep that box of beans down!" Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "You should be concentrating on Potions and not some sweets. OWLs are just a month away."
They were sitting in an empty common room, preparing for their OWLs examination.
Ron looked at her but made no move to put the packet of Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Beans.
He took out one bean and looked at it, it was a light shade of pink, candy floss, he guessed and popped into his mouth. He smiled as the familiar taste of candy floss spread on his tongue.
"Honestly, you seem to be addicted to that thing!" Hermione exclaimed, pulling the box of beans from his hand and putting it beside her.
"Hermione, give me back my box!" Ron exclaimed, "Harry, tell her!" He said turning to his friend.
Harry looked between Hermione's glare and Ron's look and sensed the impending fight.
"I am going to the dorms." Harry said, gathering his books and abruptly leaving the two.
The two of them stared after him for a moment then turned to look at each other.
"Hermione, give me back my beans..." Ron said slowly and clearly, Hermione found that tone a bit scary but she was a Gryffindor after all.
"Living a day without Bertie Botts' beans won't kill you, Ronald." She said instead.
"I can't concentrate without them..." Ron insisted.
"You weren't concentrating with them either. You were rather concentrating on them." Hermione retorted.
"Can you blame me? Potions is boring, with a capital 'b'!" Ron said and then added, "Have you experienced the joy of guessing a bean and then eating it... ever?"
Hermione paused in mid-reply and then stuttered, "Of-of course I have."
Ron smirked, "No you haven't." He deduced.
"Okay fine I haven't" Hermione confessed in an exasperated tone, "Who cares, anyway?"
"Oh come on, don't you wanna try?" Ron insisted in a tone as if talking to a toddler.
Hermione's interest peaked, not knowing something was not her way.
"O-okay..." Hermione said slowly.
Ron took the box from beside Hermione's Potions' book and gave her a random bean.
"Guess which one is this?" He asked.
Hermione examined the chocolate coloured bean and said, "Chocolate?" Hermione guessed, taking a shot in the dark.
Ron smiled as she popped the bean in her mouth and smiled.
"You are lucky." He said.
"This one?" he picked up a dark pink bean.
"Strawberry?" Hermione guessed.
"You always have to be right, don't you?" Ron asked not unkindly and Hermione blushed.
They sat there in the common room exchanging different beans and guessing their flavours. Hermione's books lay forgotten on the table and laughter echoed the deserted common room. She would not say but she had needed the break.
It was four in the morning when the box finally emptied and Hermione got up and yawned, "I will go and sleep, now." She said gathering her books and making her way towards the stair-case.
She halted in mid-step to turn and look at Ron who was still seated in the couch with empty box of Bertie Botts' Beans in his hands.
"You know, now I understand your strange addiction..." she said with a smile that gave Ron a fluttering feeling in the stomach, "Goodnight, Ron." With that she disappeared up the stairs.
"Wish I could understand my strange addiction to you, too." Ron whispered to the empty room.
