Prompt: Hello, do you know if you can make a Romione fic where they are on rounds? They are just talking and feeling careless, they don't realise that rounds have been over for a few hours.

Era: Order of The Pheonix
Rating: K +

Just Pretending

"What should we check next?"

Ron and Hermione were patrolling the corridors during prefect rounds, and Ron was finding it to be a lot more fun than he originally expected. Hermione seemed to be enjoying herself as well, and Ron wondered if it had more to do with the fact that she had an opportunity to enforce the rules, or the fact that he was making it fun for her. He hoped it was the latter.

"I guess we should check the classrooms again, make sure that there are no students out of bed," she said, skipping off toward the first classroom she saw.

The pair entered the classroom to find that it was empty. The room looked quite familiar to Ron. "Hey, isn't this the classroom where we had Defense Against The Dark Arts during second year?"

Hermione looked around. "Maybe? To be honest, I don't remember the classroom."

Ron laughed. "That's because you were too busy gawking at Gilderoy Lockhart to notice," he joked.

Hermione looked affronted. "No I wasn't," she spluttered. "I remember plenty from that class!"

"Like…," Ron paced around to stand behind the desk. "How fanciable your teacher was?" He did his best to mimic Gilderoy Lockhart by running a hand through his hair, and flipping it back.

Hermione snorted. "No, I learned quite a bit in that class, actually," she shrugged. "He wasn't a bad teacher."

"Yes he was," said Ron. "He was rubbish."

"Well, I retained quite a bit-"

"You just don't remember properly, because you were so in love with him."

Hermione scowled. "Ok, maybe. But you just think he was a bad teacher because you were jealous that all the girls fancied him."

"Ok, maybe," mimicked Ron, grinning. "But I think I would be a better teacher."

Hermione laughed. "Ok, then, why don't you teach me something?" She sat down excitedly in one of the desks, and gazed up at him expectantly.

Ron straightened out his shirt and adjusted his prefect badge. "If I'm teaching, I have to look presentable."

Hermione simply rolled her eyes, before turning her focus back on Ron.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for rolling your eyes at me."

"That's not fair-"

"Ten more points for talking back," he said, pointing a finger at her.

Hermione kept her mouth closed, though Ron thought he heard a giggle escape.

"Very well, then. Today, we're going to learn about disarming charms. Does anyone know how to perform a disarming charm?"

Hermione shot her hand up in the air.

"Miss Granger!" said Ron, motioning for her to speak with his wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

She was incredibly quick, and Ron didn't have time to react before his wand flew out of his hand. "That was brilliant," he said. "Twenty points to Gryffindor!"

"What can I say, I have a good teacher!" she smiled.

Ron felt his face heat up at her compliment. "I uh… have a good student!" he said awkwardly. He was relieved when she laughed, breaking the tension.

The pair continued goofing off in the empty classroom, losing track of time. Hermione took a few turns as the teacher, and Ron was very impressed by her spot-on impression of Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Weasley, may I suggest you listen to your friend Hermione Granger, when it comes to homework questions? Her expertise may be of service to you."

'OK, sure," said Ron, leaning back with his feet up on the table. "I could see her saying that. Maybe not as arrogantly, though," he added. Hermione laughed.

Ron's Snape impression left something to be desired.

"Granger, I see you've managed to memorize the entire textbook," he snarled. He had pulled his hair over his eyes and spoke in a monotone. "Next time, get a life, and stop being such an insufferable know-it-all."

Hermione pressed her hand to mouth to muffle her laughter.

Her attempt at Umbridge was scarily accurate.

"Ronald Weasley, we don't tell lies in this classroom. Maybe an evening with me in my office would serve as a good reminder," she said brightly. "You, me, veritaserum and my blood quill will be…," she placed her wand under his chin, "best friends."

He shuddered. "You terrify me."

"Good!" she said cheerily, taking her place behind the desk "Who next?"

"What about Harry?"

"Oh of course!" said Hermione. "You be Harry, and I'll be Cho."

"Um… ok then," said Ron nervously, as his face brightened in it's crimson shade.

Hermione laughed. "Harry, can you help me with this disarming charm? I'm not sure I'm holding my wand correctly."

Ron gulped. "Yeah, well," he said as he approached her. "Try it like this." Ron slipped his hands around her and placed them over her own, aiming her wand away from them. She leaned back against him, and he felt her bushy hair pressing into his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. He rested his chin comfortably against the side of her head, trying to calm his breathing as she could very likely hear it. He'd never hugged her quite like this, and it caused his heart rate to spike, and his ears to burn red. He wondered if she could feel those things too.

"You're good at this," she whispered.

"Erm, good at what?"

"Being Harry," she said. "You know, pretending to be all nervous around me. It's pretty convincing."

"Oh, right," said Ron. They were just pretending, of course.

At that moment the door abruptly opened, causing Ron and Hermione to jump apart. They turned toward the entrance to see Professor McGonagall standing there.

"Granger, Weasley, what are you two doing in the corridors?"

"Er, we were just-,' stammered Ron.

"Finishing prefect rounds!" interrupted Hermione. "We were on duty tonight."

"Granger, rounds were supposed to end an hour ago," said McGonagall sternly. "Both of you should be back in your common room by now."

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance. They hadn't realized how long it had been.

"Sorry, Professor!" said Hermione, as she started to shuffle toward the door. "Ron, we should go."

"Yeah, sorry Professor," added Ron, as he followed Hermione out the door. With one glance back at McGonagall, he thought he caught a smirk on her face, but he couldn't be sure.