Story Summary: It's always those little moments that make our favorite couple so irresistible. A series of Ron and Hermione OneShots through the years.
Disclaimer: If I owned it would I be sitting at my computer writing Fan Fiction about it? I think not.
Rating: Bumped it up to T.
Author's Note: Hey, everyone. I'm back with a new OneShot in honor of the holidays. And yes, I do realize it's a little late, but better late then never, right? So here I present to you this little piece of flirty, fluffy, fun.
OneShot Summary: Damn mistletoe. It can ruin everything. Especially a perfectly normal evening with your best friend.
Damn Mistletoe
As Harry dismissed the last D.A. class before the holidays, children filled the corridors going back to their respective common rooms. Harry had stayed behind (with Cho Chang, no less), so the Gryffindors were going back one less. Ron and Hermione just happened to be lagging behind. As they were walking down up a staircase, Hermione noticed a little smirk come across Ron's face.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing," was the reply she got, but the smirk still remained.
"Seriously, what?" She hated not knowing everything.
"It's just…" he let his voice trial off a bit. "I think Harry might not be coming back for a while."
"Ron!" she chided.
"Well," he began defensively, "I'm sorry, but it's true!"
"They could just be talking for all you know."
He snorted. "We left him and Cho under a bit of mistletoe, and you think they're talking?" he asked her incredulously. Was she out of her mind?
It was her turn to snort. "Mistletoe. Who ever thought of such a stupid idea?"
"Ah, Hermione," Ron sighed as they clambered up another staircase, "ever the romantic."
"Well it is stupid!" she said indignantly. "Who ever heard of kissing under a parasitic plant? That's incredible unromantic!"
"Well, someone's in the holiday spirit," Ron quipped.
"I bet the person who made up the tradition didn't know mistletoe was poisonous," she said as she continued her rant. "People can die from eating the berries!"
"I'm so glad I get to spend the holidays with you, Hermione. It's not like you're depressing or anything!"
She glared.
"But, really," he continued. "What do you have against mistletoe, anyway? Did you have a bad run in with it as a kid or something?"
She continued to glare.
By this time they had reached the Fat Lady. Hermione gave her the password, and she granted them the permission to enter. Ron continued to talk and Hermione continued to glare as they made their way across the common room, looking for an empty couch. They finally found a vacant one near the back of the room, and continued talking. She loved how easily conversation flowed between them. Almost nothing was off-limits. They could tease each other, laugh about nothing, or actually discuss serious matters. It was during this particular conversation though, that Hermione's eyes wondered around the room. They glanced sideways, down, up- Wait a minute. They glanced up again. Mistletoe. Dammit. Mistletoe. No, Ron couldn't notice it. Maybe he hadn't noticed her eyes glanced up. Maybe they wouldn't follow- Crap. Too late. God, now she would never hear the end of it.
An evil grin spread across his face. "Well, what do we have here? Mistletoe it seems."
"Shut up Ron."
"Would you like to continue your rant?"
"I mean it Ron, shut up."
She looked up again. It was taunting her. Reminding her of what she wanted but couldn't have. What wasn't quite within her reach. She would have given anything at the moment for one kiss with him. But here she was with the opportunity, and she was mocked it. He noticed her staring at it again.
"What?" he asked her, bringing her out of her reverie. Then she smirked as she turned red. She loved the fact he could make her blush so easily.
She frowned at his smirk. "Oh, don't act so cocky," she told him. "You think just because I'm sitting here with you, I'll change my mind?"
It was only after she had finished what she had to say, when she realized what she had said. Her felt her face flushed in mortification, and her eyes widen. She noted the same thing was happening to him.
"N-no. I-I didn't…I mean…" he stuttered at her.
"Of-of course. I know, I'm…I…never mind," she stuttered back at him.
"Yeah," she said, his face still a little red. "Yeah, that wouldn't happen, even if you weren't opposed to the idea. 'Cause we're friends, right?" He seemed to be looking everywhere, but at not her.
She forced a smile and swallowed the lump in her throat. Friends. Or course.
"Yeah," she agreed unwillingly. "Friends. Best friends."
He gave her that smile of his. The one that caused her heart to melt and her stomach to do back flips. That stupid, disarming smile, which she loved so much. The smile he seemed to use only for her. It made her regret her words even more.
Damn Mistletoe.
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LiVE.UR.LiFE xx
