12. Smell
She walks barefoot around the kitchen and turns the pot of coffee on. She's going to need it tonight to catch up on the classes she missed today. Not that she regrets it.
She hums happily, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she recalls Ron's hands on her. She shivers pleasantly and begins to fix them dinner. She'll have to make a cake for later as well.
She doesn't hear Harry enter the kitchen.
"Smells good!"
She turns around and vividly remembers Harry knocking on the door and interrupting Ron and her earlier, right when she was about to-… She turns a deep shade of red and strenuously tries to stay composed.
"Erhm- thanks!," it's hard not to stutter, "Ron is in the shower he'll be down in a minute."
"Is that Ron's shirt?"
She wants to rip Harry's smirk off his face.
"So what did you say to McGonagall so you could slip out of Hogwarts to shag your boyfriend?" he asks teasingly.
For a minute she stays still and just stares at him.
But that's all it takes for her to snap out of it. Harry may be The Boy Who Lived, but if he's going to make crude comments about her love life, she will end him.
She can see Harry recognising his mistake as his smirk disappear from his face. He gulps uneasily and she feels powerful.
He is scared.
Good.
"I just told her that it was Ron's birthday and that I wanted to see him," she says nonchalantly. "She isn't cold hearted you know. As for shagging my boyfriend as you phrased so nicely, do you really want to know what happened in there-"
"No!" he raises his hand in the air in defeat, "no no, thank you. I don't."
"I thought so," she nods pleasingly.
They stare at each other and burst out laughing.
"Honestly, I'm happy for you guys really but please next time try to remember the silencing charm. I'll have nightmares after what I heard today."
"Do I smell bacon?"
Of course that's when Ron decides to make an entrance in the kitchen as well. She rolls her eyes.
Before she has time to say anything though, Ron closes the distance between them, grabs her strongly and smashes his lips against hers. He smells like lime soap and him. It makes her head spin and she suddenly finds it hard to stand on her legs. Her hands find his shoulders as he deepen their kiss.
"We're going to have to set some ground rules," she hears Harry mumble as Ron's hand travel lower down her back.
A/N : Soooo yeah, in case you hadn't figured it out, that one follows the previous drabble (Sound).
