Title: Pudding
Words: 297
Characters/Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Challenge: song lyric ("You've already won me over, in spite of me" –Alanis Morissette)
Rating: PG
Hermione stared at Ron.
Usually, when the bushy-haired Gryffindor stared at the love of her life, she felt butterflies in her stomach when he smiled that goofy, lop-sided grin. Her heart would melt when he would give her puppy dog eyes if he needed to copy her Transfiguration notes. She felt slightly breathless when he defended her against Malfoy, even though she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and was sort of offended that he couldn't realize that.
Ron was perfect.
Except for now…
This was getting very off-putting.
Ron was sitting across the table from Hermione, in the middle of lunch. He had overslept that day, not even having time for a quick breakfast. As a result, a growing Weasley boy had been deprived of food.
It had the potential to be disastrous.
After Potions had ended, the red head had actually sprinted to the Great Hall.
By the time Harry and Hermione had reached the Great Hall, Ron was already well into his third helpings.
Now, Harry was shoveling his food in a similar fashion as Ron, while Hermione could hardly sip her soup.
Ron was chewing with his mouth open. It was painful for Hermione to witness. Almost as much food going in was falling out.
Ron looked up to her staring.
"Was 'p, 'Moinw?" He asked through a mouthful of pork chops.
Hermione grimaced, her facial features pinching unpleasantly.
How in the world could this be the man I love?!?
He was disgusting.
And, even more disgusting, Hermione found it adorable…underneath it all.
Ron was ALWAYS adorable in her mind.
Even with pudding on his chin.
"'Moinw?" He asked again.
Hermione smiled.
"It's just…you've got pudding on your chin."
Ron rubbed it off, grinning.
"Fanks!"
And then he was scarfing again.
Hermione sighed.