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Chapter 11 – Mr. Perfect

"Thanks really much, Ron", Hermione said, carrying the last trunk in through the door. "I would have understood if you didn't want me here."

"My pleasure", he said.

"I'll take the couch", she said quickly. "You keep the bed."

"No, you take the bed. I'm fine on the couch."

"No, really. I'll take the couch."

"Well... thanks, then," he said with a small shrug and turned to some big muggle device she had brought. "Now, tell me what this is."

"It's called a TV", she said. "You can watch other people do stuff... but fictional. I'll show you."

Ron appeared to be very interested in muggle devices; a habit he might have inherited from his father. However, Hermione's TV became his new favourite hobby, and the only times when she could watch the programs she'd like to see, was when Ron was at work.

He worked the day shifts, usually, but sometimes he was needed at St. Mungo's at night, and it was during these nights that Hermione usually sat up watching TV until five in the morning, when he usually came home.

So it was one of those nights. One channel showed a horror movie – Hermione had always loved those, but since the... happenings many of them were really frightening her. This one, for instance, nearly made her scream out loud, even though she had seen it before; and that time she hadn't found it scaring at all.

She startled when the door was opened and was about to scream again, but managed to keep it inside.

"Hey, still awake?" Ron's voice was heard from outside the hall.

"Yes," she said simply.

One minute later, Ron entered the living room and joined her in the couch.

"Another one of those, huh?" he said.

"I like horror movies", she said.

"Sure? You look pale and scared."

"That's the point", she said, sighing and threw one of the pillows at him. "Had a good day? Or... night, maybe."

"Yeah, sure. You?"

"Great!" she announced.

"Oh? Anything special?"

"I got an owl", she started. "Guess who's going to be the new Minister of Magic Assistant?"

He just stared.

"You're kidding me."

"No, it's true", she said excitedly. "It's so awesome!"

"Yeah," he said. "It's great, I'm really happy for you, Hermione."

"So I'll be able to get my own apartment again", she said. "You probably want me out of here."

"No hurry", he said. Hermione looked curiously, as if she thought there might be something more he wanted to have said with that declaration. Ron blushed violently, avoiding her intense gaze. "I just meant that... it's no problem if you want to stay a day or two longer. I don't mind, really", he finished lamely.

Hermione didn't know why, but she started to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" he asked, slightly annoyed.

"Nothing", she said. "You are funny."

He threw the pillow, which he had been having in his knee since it had been thrown on him, back on Hermione.

"Hey!"

Ten seconds later, the scene was like taken from World War III, the War of the Pillows. The pillow fight transformed into some kind of wrestling match, in which Ron was very superior. It took him less than a minute to roll her down on the floor, but unfortunately for him, she had a fast grip of one of his upper arms and pulled him with her down on the floor. When they were down at the floor, she turned over to face Ron, who was lying on his back. Then everything just happened so quickly.

There was a fast kiss, then another one. Yet one and the kisses became deeper and more passionate. A scream was heard from the TV and made them both startle and break apart. Ron appeared to be pretty irritated, but Hermione started giggling. A minute later, even Ron couldn't help laughing, and soon they were lying together on the floor, totally messed up, roaring with laughter. Hermione laid her head against his shoulder.

Okay, maybe he wasn't the knight, the perfect gentleman, he had his bad habits, but so did she. Maybe their love wasn't perfect either – but they could overcome that, if they just tried. Maybe he wasn't like Mr. Perfect, but he was Ron. And in that very moment, that was everything she wanted.

Author's note: Sorry if someone was disappointed by the ending. It seemed to be a Draco/Hermione story in the beginning, but then suddenly during writing it, I realized that I don't like that ship – I'd rather skip it (skip the ship, lol), so I felt for killing him of. Sorry.

I'll write an epilogue as well, but it's not very necessary though.

Again, I'm happy for anyone who checks out my other stories.

Until next time,

Megafreak