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A/N: A "hug from behind" drabble requested on Tumblr with the prompt "Stop flirting with me, I'm not going to fall for it."
Every Sunday
"No."
"Ron, please?"
"No, Hermione!"
Hermione crossed her arms and tilted her chin up. It was a stance she typically took on whenever she didn't immediately get her way. Ron was prepared for battle, ready to tighten up his defense. "And why not?"
He rolled his eyes as subtly as he could without making a show of it, knowing Hermione would use it against him. "'Cause I know what you want to do, and it's the same thing we've done three bloody Sundays in a row!"
"I can think of a couple of things we've done every Sunday," she implied, her pursed lips tugging upwards into a coy smile.
Damn it, she looked so adorable whenever she...wait a minute. Ron narrowed his eyes over at his girlfriend. He recognized the trap she was trying to set him up in.
"No, no, stop it! You're not getting in my head."
Hermione scoffed, slowly walking around his body until she was behind him. In the next instant, Ron felt her arms wrap around his middle, the warmth of her cheek pressed against his back. "Mmmm...I love you, you know that, right?"
Hermione," Ron warned. He threaded their hands together in an attempt to swat her away, but she only pulled him closer.
"What? I just love you and think you're sexy — you deserve to know that." Her voice was hot against his ear, and he knew without even seeing her that she was standing up on her tiptoes to reach it.
Ron inwardly groaned. Be strong, be strong. "Stop flirting with me, I'm not going to fall for it."
Hermione feigned a gasp, keeping hold of his hand as she maneuvered back around so they were eye to eye again.
"I am doing no such thing!" The twinkle in her eyes betrayed the words that came out of her mouth.
"You are and...oh, fucking hell." He was going to have to admit defeat. "You want to go to the bookshop again, don't you?"
Hermione's chocolate brown eyes lit up as she launched into her plan. "There is an interesting new feature on recent artifact discoveries—"
"Fine," Ron caved. "But when we get back, we are going to do the other thing we like to do on Sundays, yeah?"
"Snuggle up on the sofa and read by the fire?" Hermione raised her shoulders, giving Ron a teasing grin.
Ron rolled his head backwards dramatically, earning a laugh from Hermione, before grabbing her hand in his, grumbling,
"Every bloody Sunday."