Disclaimer: You've heard it all before, so I'll try to keep this short. Everything here is the sole property of the brilliant J.K. Rowling, without whom this story would be nonexistent. The following scene is a brief, lighthearted piece of Ron-Hermione fluff, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Absolutely Krummy
It was lunchtime, the morning after the Yule Ball. Sleepy students picked away at their food, groggy after staying up late the night before. Many seats were left vacant, either by those students who had already gone home for Christmas or the lazy few who were still asleep in their dormitories. Ron and Harry sat by themselves at an end of the Gryffindor table, for most of their friends had chosen to continue sleeping.
"I hope Hermione hasn't left already," Ron sighed.
"Ron, you know her better than that. She wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to us, we're her best friends. Even after that thing with Krum last night…" Harry's voice trailed off, he wanted to be reassuring but wasn't sure if he honestly could. Ron just grimaced at the reference to Krum.
"Don't talk about him" he said sharply.
"Alright, I won't. But I think you might have to, because there she is," replied Harry.
"There who is?"
"Hermione, of course. Now go on and talk to her like I told you to." And with that statement, he gave a very embarrassed Ron a shove towards the doors of the Great Hall. Ron tried to turn back, but Hermione had already seen him and was walking in his direction, so all Ron could do was mouth silently to Harry, "Help me, I don't know what to say." Harry in return whispered, "You will. Trust me." As Ron walked away anxiously, Harry slowly slid his wand out of his robe pocket and whispered "Wingardium Leviosa" as he gave it a barely perceptible swish and flick.
"Hey, uh, Hermione…" Ron struggled for words, glancing about for cues from other people, the scenery, anything at all that wasn't Viktor Krum. He glanced nervously about for a few minutes, shifting anxiously from foot to foot until he finally realized that the answer was hovering directly overhead.
"What are you doing hanging out under that mistletoe? You waiting to be kissed or something?" Ron cringed inside as he heard himself speak. "What a bloody idiot I am!" he thought, "that has to be a surefire way to get her to talk about Krum."
Hermione looked surprised for a second; she clearly hadn't noticed the mistletoe. In fact, she was sure that the air above her had been vacant a second ago. Nevertheless, she was determined not to let such an opportunity pass her by, and so she whispered "Maybe I am" and kissed Ron softly on the lips.
Ron was shocked, "But… what, what happened to Krum?" he stammered.
"What about him? He's a friend. After all, a relationship with him would probably end up absolutely krummy," she giggled. Ron once again was stunned; Hermione had a sense of humor? He had a lot to learn.
"Hey, Hermione. Do you want to take a walk down to Hagrid's cabin so you can say goodbye to him before you go?" Ron asked.
"Sure, why not?" she replied with a smile, and the pair thus exited the great hall, completely oblivious to the fact that a wreath of mistletoe was following overhead.
