A/N: This would be my first ever fanfiction for Ron and Hermione. Please read it and tell me what you think in the Review.
Disclaimer: I didn't make up these characters. These amazing characters are made up by the genius J.K Rowling, and J.K Rowling alone.
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Once they began heading out, they heard the porch door slam and hurried, little footsteps.

"Uncle Ron, wait!"

They turned around to find a head of rebellious black hair bouncing at each step.

James reached Ron and Hermione and eyed their attached hands. He walked over to his uncle and tugged softly at his pants, signaling him to lower down.
He cupped his hands around Ron's ear and whispered loudly that even Hermione heard him from where she stood.

"Do you think Hermione's pretty?"

Ron grinning and looked up at Hermione. She tried not to smile at the question because she didn't want James to know she was listening.

Ron turned back to his nephew and nodded his head. "Yeah, she's alright."

James gave a toothy grin and cupped his hands to his uncle's ear again. "I think she pretty too."

Hermione bit down her lip. She really wanted to smile at James.

"Okay, okay." began Ron as he rose up again. "Me and Hermione will go somewhere first then I can help you with your flying." Ron looked up at the sky. It was a bit gloomy and gray. "Well, unless it doesn't start raining."

James grinned, pleased that his uncle could remember their deal without him having to be reminded. "Okay, I'll wait inside with mum." and ran back inside.

"He's adorable." sighed Hermione.

"Yeah, he's pretty great." Ron twined hands with her again and began walking to a small shack. When Hermione entered she was stricken with awe. The floor was tiled and on the walls were photographs neatly framed. Across the room was a gigantic window. She bet it would have looked lovely if the sun was shining through it.

She walked silently around the room. There were four desks, all neatly organized and filled with equipment. She passed a door she assumed was the dark room where film was developed.

"I've been using this studio since I began my interest in photography." said Ron, breaking the silence.

Hermione didn't pay much attention to him. She was looking around the studio then stopped to observe intently at a photograph.

"You take pictures of Muggles?"

Ron walked beside her and looked at the picture of a man who was building a road. He looked hot, sweaty, and tired. But he leaned on his shovel and smiled.

"Yeah."

"I like this picture." mutter Hermione. It was really something. "Honesty, determination, sweat. You see it all on his face. You can tell he believes in working hard to pay the bills. And this one -" she continued as she moved over to another frame. It held an old woman and a little girl at a beach. "My first reaction was that it was a cute picture. But it makes me think about how wonderful a new generation could feel. Pure happiness, perhaps?"
Ron smiled at her.

"And the old woman." continued Hermione, forgetting someone was still standing beside her. "Makes me think about how I'll grow up too, but never too old to dream." Ron knew then and there that the woman next to him was someone distinguished from all the other women he'd met before.

"Muggles are great to photograph." said Ron, finally. "At first, I thought they were feeble creatures because they didn't have magic. But as I began taking their pictures, I noticed they're quite remarkable because they don't use it. They are able to work hard with their hands, blood, tears, and sweat."

Hermione looked up at Ron. "You do good work."

"Thanks."

There was an awkward silence. "We should get going now. You know, lunch will be ready soon." Hermione began to walk past Ron until he stop her by holding her wrist and flashed a wild grin.

"You have a rude habit of walking out on people without a proper excuse." Ron looked at Hermione as he drew her closer to him. "Is it so hard to accept the fact that I may be attracted to you?"

This time Hermione shot a beautiful smile that erased all coherent thoughts from Ron's mind. "Oh, really? How can the great Ronald Weasely ever be interesting in a stubborn, obnoxious brat?"

He pouted his lips and pondered for a moment. "I often asked myself that question. Maybe it's your legs? Or maybe it's the way you pile your hair in a sloppy ponytail. Or maybe it's your incredible eyes that look their best when you're angry. Or maybe it's your unyielding stubbornness." Hermione smiled.
"Yes," continued Ron. "Upon reflection I think I find your unyielding stubbornness most interesting. Though your legs are somewhere up the list too."

"That's very sweet." replied Hermione with semi-sarcasm.

"Not as smoothly said as you'd like, but it's a compliment the same." He leaned down for a kiss.

Hermione stopped him before their lips touch. " I don't want to."

Ron stared at her for a moment. "Face value, Slim." he announced. "If you're going to lie, at least look like you mean it." He leaned down, and unlike their first kiss, it was short and hard.

Hermione was a bit dizzy by the kiss and she could see Ron was pleased by her reaction. "C'mon. I have to teach an impatient imp to fly a broom." and he threw a friendly arm across her shoulders as he led her out the studio.

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A/N: First off I just want to say I'M SORRY that I haven't updated this story in such a long time! Honestly, I've been so busy with everything else in my life I didn't really have much time for this. Not to mention I had a major writers block. So this wasn't the best chapter I've written, but its what I could come up with durring my time off, which was probably more than a few months.

So my deepest apoligizes to all the reviewers, who had reviewed and to those who don't review.

Feeback is always nice, and I would love it if you guys were to support me and encouraging me into keep on writing.