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A/N: Tumblr drabble written for accio-broom; Muggle AU inspired by Naley from One Tree Hill. Enjoy!

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

It was a clear, sunny day with not a single cloud in the sky. Hermione Granger found herself seated on a wooden bench outside of the school, as she typically did on the nicer days. The fresh air did wonders to elevate her mood, and she could work outside while still chipping away at her massive to-do list.

A surge of commotion rang out nearby, and Hermione glanced up curiously, albeit slightly annoyed by the interruption.

It was the rugby players, who were running onto the field in the open distance, providing Hermione with a clear view. She glanced down at her wristwatch. Of course. It was time for practice.

Suddenly giddy, Hermione closed her textbook and scanned the group of players for one in particular.

Her eyes finally landed on her favorite ginger, and she couldn't stop her lips from spreading into a wide smile.

His pale, freckly skin was shining in the direct sunlight. She only hoped that he remembered to lather up with enough sunblock before starting practice. He had a habit of getting rather uncomfortable burns on his skin from his lack of protection from the beaming heat rays.

Ronald Weasley.

Her gaze traveled unabashedly to his chest area — his sculpted muscles bulged through his scarlett jersey, a large number two stretched across the front. His long, lanky legs stuck out from underneath his shorts, although mostly covered up by tall, striped socks with black trainers. His mass of auburn hair was sticking out from underneath his scrum cap.

A rush of heat coursed through her body, not able to tear her eyes from his feet as he moved quickly and effortlessly around the field.

And he looked damn good in his jersey.

"Hey, it's Hermione!" A single voice called out, and her body stilled.

"Ronnie, your girlfriend is here!" Another teammate jested.

Hermione's cheeks burned, and she attempted to refocus her gaze back down to her book, intent on not letting anyone catch her staring.

After several moments without someone else shouting out towards her, she thought it would be safe to sneak a peek back up at the field.

What she wasn't expecting to find was Ron standing directly in front of her eyesight, smirking. The fringe over his brow was drenched in sweat.

Hermione dragged her teeth across her bottom lip while shaking her head. "I think your friends are teasing us."

Ron captured her hand, wordlessly pulling her to stand, pushing her body flush against his own. She gulped, a shiver running down her spine.

"Well, let them talk. I really couldn't bloody care less," he gruffed in a deep voice before bending down to press his lips firmly to hers in a searing kiss.

Hermione vaguely registered the catcalls and wolf whistles around them, doing her best to tune them out whilst losing herself in the feeling of being wrapped around her boyfriend. His lips were so soft and gentle, yet firm, as he snogged her passionately without a care as to who was watching. A sharp whistle blew, and Ron reluctantly pulled away.

He tucked a few of her stray curls behind her ear, and grinned mischievously at her lips, likely plump and swollen from the thorough snog. "What're you doing out here so late, anyways? Classes ended over an hour ago."

Hermione shrugged shyly, toying with the ends of his jersey. "I just wanted to catch up on some homework."

Ron made no attempt to hide his eye roll. "Catch up, sure. Well, I can give you a ride home after practice if you wanna stick around. Just don't get any ideas about taking over the radio!"

Hermione giggled, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips. "I wouldn't dream of interrupting your fiftieth rendition of I Want To Hold Your Hand."

"That's my girl," Ron laced their fingers together, trapping their joined hands between their chests.

"WEASLEY!"

He sighed heavily, releasing her hands. "Gotta go. Wait up for me?"

"Always," Hermione smiled back, and she meant it. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

"Hey, number two!" She shouted while cupping her hands around her mouth. Hermione waited until Ron turned around again, eyes squinting at her in the sun as he cocked his head.

"Call me!" She finished, making a pretend gesture with her hand like she was talking on a phone, sending him a playful wink. Hermione wasn't always this outwardly flirtatious, but the moment called for it and she couldn't pass up the opportunity.

His boyish grin only grew in size, and he blew her a quick kiss as he ran backwards, keeping his gaze on her until he was forced to turn his attention back to his teammates.

Hermione settled back onto the bench, humming to herself as a particular set of song lyrics popped into her head.

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something. I think you'll understand.

When I say that something, I wanna hold your hand.

Oh please, say to me, you'll let me hold your hand.

Song featured: "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" by The Beatles