Genre: Romance, humour
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
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Summary: Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Hermione do some last-minute, much-needed shopping before Hogwarts resumes. Mr Weasley took out the boys, too, but returned before they did. At least, they should have…
This is my first Ron/Hermione fic, so hopefully it's good… I've never really given them more than a line (a word, really) before, in any of my fics, and now I'm giving them one all their own.
Those Dratted Things They Call Uniforms;
Mandatory Article Number Two: Bras
Ridley Jack
Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Hermione tumbled through the fireplace to land on the mix-matched rugs adorning the floor of the Burrow.
"Where are the boys?" Mrs. Weasley commented aloud, peering suspiciously about the silent house. The too silent house. "I told them not to be gone long," she muttered, heading for the kitchen.
Before she even got halfway, though, there was a loud CRAAACK, a bright flash, and the products of their "girls-only" shopping trip were scattered as a result of the shrieking, flailing mass they'd become.
"Ha ha ha!" George laughed, "Good one, Fred!" he got out, still doubled over.
"Indeed, George, in—lookit what ickle Ronnikins has gots!" he cried in glee, practically bouncing on the spot and thus making it very hard to trace where his finger was pointing. Or, rather, it would, if the object of his ridicule wasn't frozen to the spot in terror.
Ron reached a tentative hand up and brought down the horrifying object with a screech… er… manly yelp.
He held the offending object at arms length and by only a pinkie.
"Oh my," Mrs. Weasley gasped softly.
"Er, Hermione," Ginny started.
It felt like all the blood in her body was currently residing in Hermione's face. It had to be hers, didn't it? Ron was holding, from their latest shopping spree, and her splurge, a lacy, sexy, push-up, full-support, bright turquoise bra, bought straight from the hottest lingerie store in Diagon Alley.
"Her—Hermi—" Ron's voice broke.
He looked frantically at his brothers, who were of no help, as they were laughing so hard they could barely breathe.
Hermione's embarrassment was slowly being replaced by something else entirely; irritation.
"Oh, for goodness sakes, Ron! It's just a bra! You have a sister! And a mom! What do you think they wear? I know you've seen them before!" she snapped, exasperation evident in her tone. "And don't think I don't know about that magazine of yours!" she added, not quite spitefully.
Fred and George had stopped laughing, but were now looking faintly ill.
"I think we should let them be for a bit," Mrs. Weasley intervened diplomatically, marching the others out. "They—magazine, Ronald?"
Her expression didn't bode well for Ron. That is, if he survived. "We'll be talking about that one later," she promised, and Ron knew that it didn't matter if he survived the wrath of Hermione or not. His mum would just bring him back to life to kill him again.
Hermione, while Ron was mentally preparing his will, snatched her bra and held it protectively against her chest.
Ron still looked like he'd fallen a little too deep and had no idea how to go about getting out, but he was looking a little less green around the edges, if you didn't look too closely.
"It's just a bra, Ron," she repeated quietly, more for his sake.
He seemed to have found his voice, "Yeah, but it's yours," he whispered the last word, as if it were some life-threatening secret. Which, considering his situation, wasn't that far off.
Hermione felt herself becoming less than calm. Not that she'd been calm since they'd tumbled through the fire to an "empty" house, but this was getting to be just too much.
"And is there a problem with that?" she asked dangerously.
Ron, oblivious, answered truthfully.
"Yes."
He seemed to realize his mistake too late. "I mean, no!" He sighed. "I mean, it's you, Herm! Do you have any idea what it does to a guy to see something that"—he blushed up to his ears—"intimate that belongs to your cr—" he stopped in the nick of time, but you didn't need a brilliant mind like Hermione to figure out what he wasn't saying.
Hermione's eyes softened.
"You like me? That way?" she hoped Ron couldn't tell how stupid she felt asking that. But she needed to know.
"Er… well… I… you see…" Ron hedged.
"Yes or no!" Hermione barked, patience fraying. She felt very much like what Mrs. Weasley must feel ninety percent of the time. Not that Mrs. Weasley would ever be in a situation like this because that would be wrong and disg—and she realized she was rambling to herself and pulled herself together enough to hear what she needed to hear.
"… That is, yes," he finished quickly, still blushing madly.
"Really?" she enquired tentatively, a grin forming.
Rod nodded, not quite looking at her, and so was unprepared to catch her as she launched herself at him. They fell in a tangled heap, with her on top and his arms around her.
"Me, too," she whispered through the grin that was about to split her face.
Things were suddenly sober as she lowered her head and Ron raised his, warm breath grazing across her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as she prepared for what would surely be the Best-Kiss, her Fairy-Tale-Kiss, her Happy-Ending-Kiss. Ron brought up his hand to cup her cheek and their lips were surely only millimetres away—
"Woo-hoo!
"AL-right!
"About time!" three separate calls rang out at once, followed quickly by a stern admonishment by Mrs. Weasley.
Ron's face burned but Hermione only chuckled. What was Happily-Ever-After without the family? She smiled softly and brought her head down once more—
"AW-yeah!
"He's getting some now!
"Oh, this is just so romantic!
"My baby boy…" this last had a few definite sniffles at the end, but once again the cries came, rolling over the couple.
Hermione groaned and let her head drop down beside Ron's, landing with a resounding THUNK.
"Oh, that's gotta hurt!
"Takin' one for the home team!
"Ouch!
"Careful, dears!
"Honestly, children! Molly, you should know better!" Mr Weasley's voice rang out over the din.
.:.Fin.:.
Be nice! It's my first Ron/Hermione pairing! And if anyone knows a cute little (well, I don't know if "nickname" is the right word...) for the Ron/Hermione paring, that'd be great! Some examples of what I'm looking for are "Drarry", (that's Draco and Harry, dahlings), "Deamus", (which is, of course, Dean and Seamus), and the only other one I know of is "Grape"(and this is--brace yourselves, dahlings--Granger and Snape).