Tell Me One Hundred Times
Chapter Twenty-Five: Rule Breaking
"It's late," he said, getting up and stretching his legs. "We should go back before Filch catches us."
"No, we'll stay a little longer," she says. "I don't care if we get detention."
"Did my ears deceive me?" he asked, grinning. "Is Hermione Granger breaking the rules?" She nudged him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Oh, shut up," she said, smiling at him.
"I have no objections to you rule breaking," he said, sitting down beside her again. "But we'll definitely get detention if Filch catches us out after curfew and snogging."
"I don't care," she said again. "I only want to be with you." He smiled and put an arm around her.
"I love you, Hermione," he said softly.
"I love you too, you ginger idiot," she whispered, smiling at him. He kissed her until nothing seemed to exist in the world apart from the two of them and their kiss.
"What do we have here? Little brats out after curfew?" Filch asked. Hermione pulled away from Ron, but Filch was already descending on them like some malevolent bat, satisfaction at having caught someone written all over his face. "Your detention will be served every night this week in the library. Now, go back to your separate dormitories."
They walked back to Gryffindor Tower hand-in-hand, Hermione's head resting on his shoulder. At the bottom of the stairs to the dormitory she kissed him impulsively.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I know," he replied, smiling.
This chapter was Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger. Thanks to Stephanie O for suggesting. I'm a quarter of the way there, readers! And yes, love that line from Star Wars, I do.