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They were alone for once in the Gryffindor common room, and the couple let out a sigh in unison as they laid on the couch together. Ron enjoyed the closeness to his girlfriend Hermione, and would eagerly take in the distinct smell of her favorite shampoo that she used every day to wash her hair with. His hand was fondling with hers, and was tracing the tops of each of her slender fingers, and he noticed how cold his hands were compared to hers. True, it was the middle of winter at Hogwarts, but Ron still found it odd that his hands were freezing even though he dressed warm each day. He slowly lifted each finger up and down, making Hermione laugh.
"What are you doing Ron Weasley?"
"Enjoying the beauty of your fingers love." Ron laughed as his thumb rubbed up and down on her hand, and then lightly tickling them as he ran his fingers along her palm and fingers. He then brought her hand up to his face, and kissed each individual finger, a smile on his face as he did so. He finally stopped, and laced his fingers through hers, holding onto her hand.