Sorry this took so long to update. School is killing me. This one's a little shorter, but it's really sweet. Enjoy!
Chapter 6: Oh No! The Mistletoe!
"That was so unfair!" Hermione wailed ripping her hands away from Fred and George to cross her arms.
"How so Ms. 'I'd never be jealous of a crush!'" George said in a high-pitched voice.
"I do not sound like that."
"I'd never be jealous of a crush." Fred repeated, sounding like a bear.
Hermione turned and glared and him and he puckered his lips. She turned back to George.
"It wasn't fair because your mum made me!"
"How could our mum make you kiss Ron? Did she push you together?"
"Practically!"
***
If there was any holiday more extravagant than Easter, it was Christmas. After defeating Lord Voldemort, Molly Weasley demanded that all of the family unite to cherish each other and be thankful. Not that it was anything different from the prior years.
Hermione and Ginny were helping Mrs. Weasley set the table while the boys played Wizard Chess. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw Ron looking upset. She sighed and went over to him,
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
It had already been a good amount of months and Ron still wouldn't talk her. The frequent times they all gathered at the Burrow, Ron was always pleasant, but he had had an argument with Lavender the night before. She refused to spend the day with Ron and his family and apparated to her sister's house.
Hermione went to reach for his hand and he jerked it away from her. After a moment she tried again. Ron got up and stormed away, leaving a defeated Hermione.
"He'll come around." Harry said hopefully, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Hermione shrugged, "Will he? I wouldn't if I were him."
Before the conversation could get any more in depth, Harry and Hermione started a round of Wizard Chess. When Harry kept beating her mercilessly, Hermione demanded that they play again.
"I'm very good at normal chess!"
"Hermione it's practically the same thing!"
"Not at all." She said defensively.
"Check."
"Harry James Potter I-!"
Suddenly, Fred and George appeared on either side of Hermione. "We shag loser." They said together.
Hermione had told them Harry knew. At first they were a little skeptical, but after a while they knew Harry would keep their secret. Hermione rolled her eyes at them and felt a smile tug at her lips.
Harry shook his head and chuckled. "Well, now I have an excuse to throw the game."
Hermione took one of the pieces and threw it at him, "Back off Potter. You have a Weasley, these two are mine."
Harry smiled sheepishly and went to find his said Weasley. Hermione turned to the boys, "So what's this about shagging the loser?" They all smirked and headed up the stairs.
**
About an hour later, a very satisfied and tousled Hermione came down the stairs. She saw Ginny and Harry cuddled by the fire while Mr. Weasley tried to figure out his new muggle camera.
"I think I almost got it…damn."
"Would you like me to help sir?" Hermione offered. Gratefully, he handed her the camera. She pressed it up to her eye and saw Ron glancing at her. He looked away quickly and stormed off. Hermione quickly clicked the button and took a picture of Harry and Ginny and handed the camera back to Mr. Weasley. He thanked her, mesmerized by his new contraption.
Hermione followed Ron's direction and found him sitting outside on the porch. He fiddled some snow in his hands and she sat next to him.
"Where's your coat?"
"Inside, I'm fine." Ron took off his jacket and placed in on Hermione's shoulders and got up. "Ron, wait."
He turned to her, "What could you possibly want to say Hermione?"
"That I miss you. I miss you me and Harry. I miss the golden trio going out for breakfast." Ron hesitantly made his way closer to Hermione and sat down again.
"Out of all the people in the world-"
"I know. I just couldn't wait any longer."
"Wait for what?"
"You."
The silence was broken by Mrs. Weasley giggling and shouting, waving a piece of mistletoe in her hand. "Look who we have under the mistletoe!" At those words; Harry, Ginny, Fred, and George filed out.
The moment was made that much more awkward as Hermione and Ron avoided looking at each other.
"Erm, Mum I don't think…" Ron started,
"Hush dear, it's Christmas." She said matter-of-factly. "Go on. It's a legend you know. Started in the muggle world too. But who wants to hear about that?" She gave the plant another wave and the silence returned. The world stopped turning, and everything became slow motion.
Hermione turned to Fred and George, looking a little peeved and like they wanted to say something.
She turned back to Ron and slowly lowered her face. She was met half way by Ron. Their lips didn't part, or mesh, or quiver. There was no tongue, or licking, or nibbling. It was simply two lips placed on another pair.
"I'm sorry." Hermione mouthed to him.
"It's okay."
----------------------------------------------
Author's Note- Aw isn't that nice :D. Anyway," a lot of people seem to think I hate Ron, I don't. I just think he's a terrible boyfriend- great friend though. Chapter 7 will be up next week. R&R loves!