Request: I love Lego House and I was thinking I would also like a "Shape of You" fic AU featuring boxing Hermione and Ron. It could be Muggle or Magic (auror training). I love that music video a lot.

"Weasley, Granger. You're up next."

Ron reacts instantly to the command from his boss, stepping up to the blue foam mats that fill the training room deep inside the Ministry of Magic. He has been training to become an Auror for eighteen months now and is so close to graduating he can taste it. He's worked hard at every module and topic, revealing a side of him that Ron never exposed during his school years.

Opposite him waits a petite brunette. She's so short, Ron is pretty sure she'd have more luck trying out to be a Pygmy Puff than one of the protectors of the magical community. Yet, her sharp look sends an electric warning straight to his core.

Hermione has only just transferred to the British academy, having completed most of her training in France, where she also attended magical school. Since her arrival, she has been quiet, has kept herself to herself, and is a frustrating enigma for Ron.

Bouncing on his heels, Ron shifts his weight from side to side as he concentrates on the upcoming fight. His opponent stretches her slim body, the muscles on her arms rippling with every move, indicating to him that she is not a foe to underestimate. She is cat-like—lithe and sharp-focused—and the way she's watching him makes Ron feel like she's about to eat him for lunch.

"Don't go easy on him, Granger," Harry calls from across the other side of the room, earning a round of sniggers from their classmates.

A smirk crosses her lips in reply. So that's how it's going to be? His best mate in support of this new girl, who thinks this will be an easy fight. But Ron will not pull his punches. Instead, he wriggles his shoulders and takes the first step towards her.

With a yawn, Hermione adjusts her workout shorts, pulling the cord tight to secure them around her waist before prowling forward to meet him. He gulps as he takes in her muscular thighs, firm under her dark skin.

"What's it going to be, Weasley?" It's the most she's said to him since her arrival at the academy. "Will you start with your patented roundhouse, or will you be throwing something else at me?"

Although she's British, there's a strong French accent affecting her tone. It's exotic and sexy, and it distracts Ron long enough for Hermione to grab him by the neck and pull him into a headlock.

"Fuck," he sputters, not sure if her aggressive move scares him or turns him on. He's hyper-aware of how feminine she is, yet her actions contradict that. He's pretty sure that she's not afraid to use her power to her full advantage. "The fight hasn't even started yet."

"What is it that Robards is always spouting off at us?" she queries. "Constant vigilance?"

"Yeah, but he learnt that from Mad-Eye. Doesn't mean I pay any attention to him."

His eyes shift to their boss, who chuckles at Hermione's fast moves. The whole department is rooting for Hermione to win, but Ron will show them who's the best at sparring.

Ignoring the intoxicating scent of roses from Hermione's perfume, Ron continues the smack-talk, "And if you'd spent any time working with Auror Moody, you'd know that he's only famous for being incredibly paranoid. The man wouldn't even touch elf-served pumpkin juice."

"Like you worked under Auror Moody. Didn't he die five years ago? That would have made you underage and—"

Whilst Hermione is distracted by the maths, Ron hooks an arm under her leg, lifting her effortlessly into the air before slamming her down on the mats. Dropping down onto his knees, he places a hand on either side of her head, towering over her without bothering to pin her down properly.

"Yep! I was sixteen. What can I say? I have a lot of practice."

She stares up at him, a blush creeping over her cheeks as she fights for her breath. He must have winded her when he threw her to the floor.

Just as Ron is about to chastise himself for playing too rough with Hermione, she shoots out her right leg and clips him on the side of the head. It's not a hard enough blow to knock him out, but for a moment, he sees stars. He rolls away from her, trying to give himself enough time to recover, but she is already on him, climbing over his back and pinning him to the floor.

Bloody hell, she's strong.

Hermione's legs clamp around his hips, rendering his legs completely useless. Her hands push his head into the mat, and he can taste the rubber and countless years of unwashed sweat as he struggles to breathe.

"So much practice that a girl you don't even know is taking full advantage of you right now?" she whispers in his ear.

A shiver travels down Ron's spine, awakening his cock. Yep, he is turned on by all of this. Hermione's weight is heavy on him, her heat rubbing against his backside in the most delightful way. He has two options: he can lay here and let Hermione show him up, or he can continue to fight in the hope that he can experience the other ways this woman can use her body.

The thought of her curves writing under him is enough to give Ron the strength to extend his forearms and push her off him. They continue to roll on the mat, limbs twisting around each other. As soon as Ron gets an advantage, Hermione steals it from him again, and it looks like they're heading towards an endless fight.

"Remember, kids. This is just training and not a real fight. One of you is going to have to give up eventually."

Hermione's attention shifts from where she's holding Ron in yet another headlock to listen to her boss. She must be a stickler for rules and authority. He spots his moment, pulling her over his shoulders and throwing her down to the floor.

This time, she doesn't make an effort to move again.

Grinning, Ron gets to his feet, raising his arms in the air as the room erupts in applause. But in all his celebrating, he doesn't notice Hermione shifting into her next position. She kicks her legs at his, sweeping his feet out from underneath him. The next thing he knows, he is lying flat on his back, his head next to hers.

"Good fight," Hermione mutters as she fights to catch her breath, pulling her escaped curls out of her face as she turns her head to look at him.

Ron winces in pain as he responds, "You too."

He's not sure if it's the exhilaration of the fight or the fact that he's finally found his match in Hermione Granger, but the words fall out of his mouth before he even knows what he's saying.

"I was wondering if you fancied going for dinner after training?"

She considers him, her eyes travelling over his body. "Fine. But only if you come for a run with me first."

Ron smirks. Another challenge, but this time he's sure he's going to win. "Deal. But I warn you. I'm fast."

"Not as quick as me."