Prompt: Romione "accidentally" declaring their love for each other during a heated fight is what I would love to read please.
Era: Deathly Hallows (Post-Locket)
Rating: K+
You Love Me
"Ron, why are your clothes everywhere?"
"They're literally just around my bed, Hermione."
"Well pick them up, it's driving me insane."
"If it's driving YOU insane, then you clean up."
"Ron!"
Harry groaned as the back of his head hit the tent wall. From where he sat at the tent's front opening, he could hear every word of their bickering. Harry was thrilled that Ron was back, and he knew Hermione was too, although she could do a better job of showing it. Harry and Hermione had hardly spoken during the time Ron was gone, so the constant fighting was an adjustment.
"The tent was SO CLEAN when you were gone."
"And I bet you were bored as hell too!"
"We were focused."
"So THAT'S why so much got done."
"Ugh, Ron, you're insufferable."
The pair had entered the living room, and Harry dropped his head into his hands, attempting to rub the headache away. Obviously Hermione was still upset at Ron for leaving, and the other options were to give him the silent treatment, or unleash a fury of birds at him. Harry might have preferred the silent treatment, but he guessed that Ron was probably enjoying the bickering. Ginny used to refer to their bickering as—
Harry shook his head. No need to think about that now.
"Where are you going, Hermione?"
She paced right past Harry on her way out the door. Ron followed her into the woods. Their voices were now muffled, but Harry could still hear them.
'Just need some fresh air, Ronald."
"Well I'm coming with you."
"Why?"
"Because we're not done talking about this."
"RON!" shouted Hermione, "How are we not done talking about this? Just pick up your clothes!"
Harry laughed softly to himself. They argued about the smallest things. It had always been like that, but right now, it was even worse. Ron seemed to cling to any argument, and drag it on and on. Harry figured he was just happy they were talking, even if it meant constant rows.
"What Hermione? You want it to look like I'm not even here?"
"No!" she shouted. "You really are driving me insane."
"Am I?"
"Ugh," said Hemione. "I hate you right now." She turned and stomped away from him, but of course, he followed.
"Oh bollocks, you love me."
Both of them froze. So did Harry, who sucked in a sharp breath. Ron probably said that by accident.
"Ok," said Hermione, calmly this time. "Maybe that's true. I love you."
Harry's eyes widened, and he could see that Ron's did too.
"You…. you do?" asked Ron.
Hermione shrugged. "That's why I was so upset when you left."
"Hermione, you know I feel the same way, right?" he said, taking a step closer to her.
She backed away. "Then stop screaming at me, and pick up your damn clothes!"
Ron looked dumbfounded, and Hermione turned abruptly on her heels and stormed back into the tent.
Harry watched Hermione as she paced quickly into the bedroom, and then whipped his attention back around to Ron, who was still standing in the woods, looking shell shocked.
Then Ron started back to the tent with a triumphant grin on his face. He passed Harry without even acknowledging them, and followed Hermione, as if he hadn't heard her request to leave her alone.
Bloody mental they are, thought Harry, shaking his head.