"Hermione!"
Ron grabbed Hermione's chin and pulled her around. He gazed right into her eyes, and she shivered; it was as if he was reading her soul.
"Why are you crying?"
"What? I'm not crying," Hermione said, blinking back...tears? She raised her hand to touch her cheek, and felt the tell tale warmth and wetness.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked concernedly, flicking one of the tears off of her.
"I was cutting up an onion, Ron." Hermione giggled, wiping the water away with the back of her hand.
Ron let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "You had me worried there."
Hermione laughed, before realizing that he was still holding her chin like he did when they were younger; as if he was going to kiss her. A blush spread across her face.
She didn't expect Ron to read her thoughts so well. With a smirk, he closed the distance between them.
A hazy thought flew through Ron's head. She smells like...onions?
But he couldn't really care less at that point, because any scent Hermione wore was always good to him, and she was such a damn good kisser that he had already lost himself.
"Mum, can we please have din-oh."
A/N: A messed up drabble about onions.
Done for:
Alphabet Soup Drabble Competiton-O for Onions
OTP Boot Campt-Prompt #42-Young
As Strong As We Are United-Team Five