Moments in Time
Author's Note: This will be a collection of one-shots and drabbles of moments between Ron and Hermione. They might be during Hogwarts, after Hogwarts, pre-battle, pre-epilogue etc!
None of them have any connection to each other. They each stand alone.
Fluff, smut and maybe a little angst ahead!
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Title: Just a few socks
Idea: Ron and Hermione have a domestic spat
Timeline: post-battle, Hermione's done at Hogwarts, just started living together
"I am not your mother, Ronald! I will not pick up after you!" Hermione yelled through the small flat her and Ron had moved into the month prior. She was absolutely sick and tired of finding his clothes everywhere, littered across the floor, in random places all over the flat. "This place is small, Ron, it can easily become a complete pigsty and we are approaching that becoming a reality!"
Ron rolled his eyes from his spot on the sofa, a butterbeer in his hand, his feet crossed at the ankles on the coffee table in front of him. "Don't have a sodding cow, 'Mione, it's just a few socks." The moment the words escaped his lips he knew they were a mistake and from the look on Hermione's face, he was in for it.
"Don't have a cow?!" She bellowed. He winced and closed his eyes, preparing for impact. "Don't have a sodding cow?!" She repeated, her voice getting louder and her eyes wild. Her hair was beginning to escape the safe confines of the plait down her back and her face was going red. "Oh, it's just a few socks, is it? I'll show you a few socks!" She stomped her foot a bit at the end of her sentence and even though he knew he shouldn't, Ron found that pretty adorable.
Ron had been avoiding her eyes but when he looked up at her now, he watched as she pulled out her wand and summoned every last article of clothing he'd left laying around the flat. Suddenly, she had this huge pile of clothes levitating in mid air. Okay, so maybe it hadn't been 'just a few socks'. He watched as she directed the levitating pile of clothes in his direction and just managed to close his eyes before she lifted the charm and let the pile fall directly over his head.
Hermione smirked as Ron disappeared in a pile of dirty clothes and a hand on her hip, watched as he extracted a hand from under the pile and created a hole to see out of.
"Care to change your story?" She asked and he looked at her. They stared each other down for a few moments in complete silence. And then, at the same time, burst into laughter.
"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron said laughing, "I get it, I get it! I won't leave my clothes around the flat anymore." He grabbed his own wand and banished the clothes to the hamper in their bedroom and then grinned at her with his newly uncovered face. "Or at least try not to." He gave her a crooked smile.
"That's all I ask." She said with a smile back, moving forward and kissing him quickly. "Now," she started, looking to the kitchen, "must I also demonstrate with the dirty dishes in the sink?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Fuck no!" He exclaimed, picturing those dishes piled on top of him. That would hurt. He got up quickly and took off into the kitchen to rectify the situation, leaving a laughing Hermione in the sitting room.