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A/N: Hello there! I've had this drabble posted on Tumblr for about a week, but I've been a bit delayed on posting it here. This was written for accio-broom's birthday, a wonderful beta and friend of mine (and also a brilliant writer, go check out her fics now!). We both bond over one of our favorite TV shows, One Tree Hill, so consider this Romione drabble inspired by a scene from the show.

Happy December 1st!

A Very Hogwarts Reunion

Happy birthday, accio-broom!

Inspired by One Tree Hill, Season 7, Episode 6 (Naley)

The last thing Ron expects to happen on a random Friday at the end of November is to receive an urgent notice from Professor McGonagall, insisting that he floo directly to her office at Hogwarts as fast as wizardly possible.

Filled with nothing but worry for Hermione, who is there finishing up her seventh and final year, he drops everything to make his way to the castle.

Stepping out of the bright green flames, he finds Professor McGonagall standing before him, wearing her signature emerald green robes and pointed hat as well as a very prim expression on her face.

"Mr. Weasley. Thank you for coming."

Ron wipes away the soot from his trousers, eyes flickering around the room. "Where is she, Professor?"

"In the empty classroom next door. Now, I can't fathom what would have made her resort to physical violence, but I only hope that you can help her through."

Ron lets out a pronounced sigh, knowing from personal experience that Hermione has the capacity for explosive rage if driven to such lengths. "Thanks for owling me."

"We don't usually allow visitors at Hogwarts," McGonagall reminds him as she glides across the room, "however, given the circumstances, I thought it would be best to allow an exception."

Ron nods at his former teacher, shoving his hands into his pockets as his gaze drifts to the doorway. He's eager to see Hermione, considering how close in proximity she is after so much time they've spent apart.

The professor must sense his anxiety, for she opens the door with a flick of her wand before leaving him with one final warning. "Don't make me regret my decision."

"I'd never take advantage of your leniency, Professor."

McGonagall's mouth draws into a thin line, eying him from behind her square spectacles.

Intimidated by the severe-looking woman, Ron clears his throat. "Right, er, I'll just go then."

"That'd probably be for the best, Mr. Weasley."

He makes his way in a haste towards the classroom, finding the door already ajar and Hermione with her head down, scribbling away on a piece of parchment at a desk in the first row of the empty classroom.

Ron smiles to himself, holding his silence for a few moments as he leans against the doorframe, observing the vertical wrinkles between her brows that so often appear when she's concentrating.

"Hermione Granger got banned from the library for the day. Those are words I never thought I'd utter."

A soft gasp expels from her lips as she drops her quill. Snapping her head up, her eyes go round.

"Ron! What are you doing here?"

"Everything alright there, love?" he asks, stepping into the classroom as Hermione stands and throws her arms around his neck. Ron buries his nose into her bushy curls, inhaling the floral scent of her shampoo that he's missed so much.

Hermione pulls back from the embrace, keeping her hands firm on his shoulders as she searches his eyes for answers. "But, how?"

"Professor McGonagall seems to believe that you need someone to talk to."

Ron watches the heat creep up on Hermione's face as she releases a frustrated exhale. "She shouldn't have involved you."

"Ouch." Ron clutches the jumper over his chest, feigning offense.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you! I am!" Hermione insists, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the lips. "It's just-"

She releases her hold on him, deciding instead to pace the length of the deserted classroom. Ron takes note of her rapid breathing and flushed face, and he frowns as he tries to make sense of her distress.

"I cannot believe that she had the audacity...it's positively mental..."

Ron struggles to find the right words to tame her fury springing to life. "Hermione-"

"I mean, honestly," she interrupts, anger flaring across her face. "Prudence Bulstrode is so vile! Quite like her older sister, Millicent. She's lucky all she got were bats crawling out of her nostrils."

Ron doesn't even bother hiding the pleased grin on his face as he repeats her full name. "Hermione Granger. Are you telling me that you hexed someone?"

"No!" Her expression darkens, a flit of annoyance appearing on her face. "I mean, maybe — I mean…" She bites her lip, bowing her head. "Yes. It's quite possible that I did."

He presses his lips together, trying to hold in his laughter. Crossing his arms, Ron steps closer, observing the way Hermione plays with her hands like she always does when she's nervous. "What ever happened to, oh I don't know, walking away? Ignoring comments like the ones Malfoy used to spew at us."

"You weren't there! You didn't hear what she said to me as I was simply keeping to myself in the library."

Ron resists the urge to roll his eyes. "What a surprise. What did she say?"

Hermione's nostrils flare as she avoids his gaze. "Oh, it's not really important."

"Hermione, tell me."

"I've already said," she snaps with an intractable temper, causing Ron to take a step back. She looks like Fluffy the three-headed dog, ready to bite someone's head off — preferably not his. "It's nothing you should be concerned about."

"Well, I wanna know anyway."

"Well, I don't want you to know."

"Why don't you want me to know?"

Hermione huffs out a large breath, her mouth set in a tight pout. "The comment she made...it wasn't about me."

"It wasn't?" Ron's brows furrow as confusion sets in.

Hermione leans back against one of the desks, using her hands for stability. Heaving out a deep sigh, she admits, "It was about you."

A warmth fills his chest, and he figures the lopsided grin on his face is already giving away how honored he is that she felt compelled enough to defend him with such thundering rage. It's honestly pretty embarrassing how excited he is about the matter.

Placing a palm over his heart, Ron says with a dramatic tinge to his voice, "My hero."

"Oh, stop it."

He wants to chuckle, finding it amusing how bent out of shape she seems to be over the whole ordeal, but the look of defeat on her face stills him. "What is it, love?"

"I'm assuming you're curious as to what she said."

Ron takes a large stride forward, shaking his head. "Actually, I'm not."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." He moves close enough to take her hands in his.

Hermione glances down at their joined hands before gazing back up at him, appearing perplexed. "And why is that?"

"'Cause I don't really care about the comment. All I care about is you." The way her eyes glisten with adoration as she listens to his words is enough to spur Ron on. "And right now? I'm thinking…"

"What are you thinking?" She breathes out after he pauses for a moment too long.

Raising an eyebrow, Ron smirks down at her. "My girl is a bloody badass. That's fucking hot."

"Ron!" Hermione scolds, although she can't hide the adorable blush on her cheeks. "Wait, really?"

"Oh yeah, totally. In fact…" He leans over to capture her lips with his before she can protest, deepening the kiss as she sighs into his mouth. When she interlaces her fingers behind his neck, Ron takes the opportunity to pull her body flush against his, allowing his hands to roam up and down her backside.

Blimey, he really did miss her. This Hogwarts reunion in a deserted classroom, with Hermione, is bloody fantastic.

Before they can become far too consumed by each other, Hermione mumbles against his lips, "I feel like we should close that door."

Ron's eyes practically bulge out of their sockets as his head swivels towards the open doorway. Bloody hell, no matter how much he wants to be in a compromising position with Hermione, he sure does not want to be caught in one by Professor McGonagall.

"Somehow I feel like she'll know if I close the door."

"Who will know?"

"Just trust me," Ron mutters, taking Hermione's hand again. "She'll know. Fancy a walk?"

Beaming up at him, Hermione answers, "Sounds perfect."