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A/N: Happy Sunday drabble day! Thanks to the anon on Tumblr who requested the line "Can you just shut up for once in your life?"

You Win

"Ron isn't going to like this."

Hermione glared over at Ginny, who had swung her arm around Hermione's shoulders to hold her up.

"Well Ronald isn't here, is he?"

Searing pain shot through Hermione's leg as she attempted to put weight on her foot. She hissed in pain, leaning closer to Ginny.

"Are you sure we shouldn't go to St. Mungo's?" Ginny eyebrows were furrowed over in concern. Hermione grew increasingly annoyed that Ginny wasn't convinced she could take care of her injury on her own. Hermione believed she had the situation handled. She didn't need Ron to save the day.

"Oh, that's nonsense. It's probably not even a sprain. I just need to get my beaded bag from the house, I'm sure I've got something in there that could help…"

Ginny sighed, grunting slightly as she half-carried Hermione up the grassy hill. "Yeah, but how are you going to do that without Ron seeing you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "He'll probably still be out on the Quidditch pitch with Harry. We'll have plenty of time."

"If you say so," Ginny grumbled back, looking relieved as they made their way through the front door and into the sitting room. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were both out for the day, and Hermione was grateful that she wouldn't have to deal with any other prying eyes.

Hermione lowered herself onto the sofa, rubbing at the tender, swollen spot on her ankle. She recalled the popping sensation she felt as she rolled her ankle in an awkward way while jumping into the swimming hole with Ginny.

"Let's see...I might be able to do a bandaging charm. Accio bag!"

Hermione's rucksack came flying into the room and she caught it effortlessly. She was too engrossed from rummaging through its contents that she didn't even notice the two boys coming through the back entrance.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?"

Hermione grimaced, meeting Ron's furious gaze as he stood in the doorway with Harry, broom in hand.

"Oh, hi, Ron!" Ginny's eyes widened, quickly making her way to the door, and grabbing Harry's hand to drag him back outside. "Er...bye, Ron."

"Wait, what's wrong with Hermione?" She heard Harry call off in the distance.

"Oh, we don't want to be here for this, trust me," Ginny murmured back. So much for her support.

Hermione attempted to plaster a smile on her face while lifting her sore ankle so that it rested on the sofa. Ron, however, wasn't smiling at all.

"Don't get your wand in a knot, Ron. I'm sure I've got something in this bag that will take care of it, and I just need to stay off my ankle for a bit. Honestly, I'm fine."

Ron stepped forward, and crouched down next to her ankle to inspect it. His face grew red once he spotted the large bruise that was forming across her entire foot.

"Like hell, you are! Your bone is practically popping out of your socket!"

"Quit being dramatic. I can just use Brackium Emendo if there really are any broken bones."

Ron scoffed."That's rich, Hermione. Here, let me…"

He reached his fingers out to graze lightly against the abrasion on her skin. Hermione hissed from the immediate pain, causing Ron's eyes to darken.

Ron stood at once. "That's it."

Hermione squealed when he looped his arm under her knees, and lifted her up off the sofa in one fell swoop.

"Ron, what are you doing? I can take care of it on my own. Put me down this instant!"

He ignored her protests, instead guiding them towards the fireplace.

"I mean it, Ronald! Put me down, now."

Although her mouth was open, poised to say more, she closed it quickly once observing the blazing scowl on Ron's face. It was like he dared her to try and complain any further.

"Hermione, I love you, but can you shut the bloody hell up for once in your life? You're going to the hospital. End of discussion."

Hermione's mouth fell open, a slow grin curving onto her face. "Did you just tell me to shut up?"

Ron looked quite chuffed, standing up straighter. "Yeah, I did. What're you gonna do about it?"

While this man aggravated her to no end, Hermione had to admit that seeing this protective, passionate side to him made all her blood rush south.

Hermione curled her arms around Ron's neck, and pressed her lips to his in a heated snog. He responded enthusiastically, his lips moving over hers in a familiar rhythm that would normally make her toes curl, if it weren't for the restricted range of motion on her injured foot.

The reminder of her aching ankle brought her back, and she released the kiss just long enough to admit defeat,

"You win."