A/N: I don't know, a whole bunch a really short fluff. I hope you guys like!! Go Ron and Hermione.

Your Night

By: Silver Ice

Hermione was sleeping silently in her cozy bedroom. The sun shone in through the blinds illuminating the room. The sudden blaring of an alarm clock broke the silence. Hermione didn't move, but Ron stirred awake and smashed the small clock with his fist. The clock gave out a few more blaring beeps before silencing.

"Not again," he mumbled. At this Hermione too began to stir.

"What happened Ron? Did you fall?" Hermione asked drowsily.

"Nah, I broke another one of those damn alarm clocks though. I don't know why you insist on using them," Ron replied.

"How else are we supposed to wake up on time?" She asked as she started to stand.

"Well we just don't have to sleep," Ron said deviously, pulling Hermione back into his arms. She laughed as he took her under the covers.

"Oh, well that would work," Hermione said seductively. Just as she closed her eyes for a kiss there was a knock on the door.

"Oy! Not now!" Ron screamed loudly.

"Oy! Let me in!" Harry hollered back.

Ron smiled sympathetically at Hermione before throwing on a robe and heading to the door, "This better be important." He said, letting Harry in.

"It is, I promise. Well, you know how I got all those Quidditch invites?" Harry asked.

"I seem to remember you getting one from every bloody team in existence," Ron exclaimed.

"Well I've decided on a team, and I think you'll agree with my choice. Go ahead, quess which team I chose." Harry said with a grin.

"The only team I think you should join is the Chudley Cannons but you probably--wait--you did join the Chudley Cannons didn't you!" Ron exclaimed in realization.

Harry smiled, "Sure did. You know what though, they were talking all about this new coach they were supposed to get."

"What, did they pick me to be coach? Did you hear anything about it? What did they say?" Ron questioned in a rush.

"Well I asked the old seeker who my teammates were and who my coach was. He listed all the players and then said a new coach was supposed to start. I asked who that was and he said it was Ron Weasley and that you'd be informed in a few days." Harry explained quickly.

"This is wonderful! I can't believe it, this is my dream coming true. I didn't think I would seriously get the job!" Ron exclaimed.

"When did you apply?" Harry asked with a small laugh.

"A few weeks ago actually. I didn't think I'd get picked--I just wanted to try something in Quidditch," Ron said in awe.

"Well this isn't good. Now I have to take commands from you!" Harry exclaimed.

Ron smiled in amusement, "I've got to tell mum right now! Are you coming?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go quick," Harry replied. Ron nodded before they apperated to the Burrow.

"Mum! I've got great news," Ron yelled out.

"You've proposed to Hermione! There's going to be a wedding! When? Mrs. Weasley asked eagerly.

"No Mum, I haven't asked her but I got a new job. I'm the new coach for the Chudley Cannons!" Ron replied exuberantly.

"You what! The Chudley Cannons, you never mentioned anything about this to me," Mrs. Weasley shrieked in excitement.

"He didn't tell me anything about it either. Can you believe his nerve," Harry said jokingly.

"You know what else mum? Harry's the new seeker for the Chudley Cannons." Ron added.

"I'm so proud of you two, Quidditch stars. What's Hermione said?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Ron gasped, "I didn't tell her! I have to go, bye mum, I'll be back later."

Ron apperated home and entered the bedroom in a rush. Before he spoke he saw that Hermione was sleeping angelically. He happily slid into bed besides her contemplating how he'd tell her the news. Ron was silent for a minute before he could stand it no longer. He wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and began to tickle her.

Hermione began to shriek in laughter. "Ron, you know I don't like being-." She was cut off by another violent fit of laughter.

"Have you heard the news?" Ron asked Hermione as he stopped tickling her.

"Heard why Harry came, no. Why was he here anyway?" Hermione asked sitting in Ron's lap.

"He found a job as a Chudley Cannons seeker," Ron replied.

"Oh that's great! Isn't that you're favorite team?" She asked.

"Yup. That's why I'm coaching them," he said with a smile.

"You're lying! What do you mean you're coaching them? Did they offer you a job?" Hermione questioned in wonderment.

"Remember when I sent out all those owl application forms? I sent one out to the Cannons and Harry's just told me I've been chosen," Ron explained in excitement.

"This is like a dream come true. You love Quidditch, you love the Chudley Cannons, and you get to work with Harry," Hermione said optimistically.

"I'm taking you out to celebrate tonight. You can go anywhere you want and you can spend as much as you want. This is your night," Ron said happily.

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"The Three Broomsticks Hermione? Are you sure you don't want to go somewhere more expensive?" Ron asked as they entered the small pub.

"Oh I'm sure Ron. Don't you miss coming here all the time and having butter beers and just relaxing and talking and…and…and," Hermione cut herself off with a happy sigh.

"I said it was your night and it is. Go ahead and order anything you want," Ron said as they sat in a secluded corner booth.

"Ron, Hermione! What can I get the two of you?" Lavender Brown asked.

"Lavender, do you work here now?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, but only for a little while. I want to do something with Divination but I'm not sure if that'll go through," Lavender said before repeating herself, "can I get you anything?"

"Oh-of course. Can we just have a bottle of your strongest champagne to start," Hermione asked with a sly smile.

"Coming right up," Lavender said before moving through the crowd to the counter.

"Good choice Hermione," Ron said with a grin as Lavender sat the bottle onto the table.

"Anything else?" She asked.

"No, we're fine for now, thank you. It was nice to see you again," Hermione replied. Lavender smiled before heading to the next table.

"Ron, why don't we take this to go? It really is too crowded in here," Hermione suggested pleadingly.

Ron stood and placed a handful of sickles onto the table, "Let's go."

They walked to the small picnic table on the outskirts of Hogsmeade and sat down.

In less than an hour the bottle of champagne was empty and Hermione declared she wanted to go home.

"Aren't you having a good time?" Ron asked.

"Yes, but it's cold and I want to go somewhere warm," Hermione mumbled as she stood and stumbled.

Ron quickly held Hermione and the two apperated back to their small apartment. Ron immediately headed for the kitchen but Hermione grabbed his arm first.

"Ron, you said we could do what I wanted to do," Hermione said.

"All right, well what do you want to do?" Ron asked.

Hermione smiled before pulling him into the bedroom and closing the door quietly.

End

A/N: Wowie, told you if was short. Just a lotta fluffiness! All right, review PLEASE! Pretty please. Do I have to beg? Review to tell me that if you want! :)