AN – This is the sixth chapter to my story set, of Ron and Hermione drabbles. This is letter F, and is for all you hopeless romantics out there ;) So sorry I haven't posted in a while.
F is for Fairy
"Come on Ron, or you'll miss it!" Hermione cried, grabbing his arm and pulling him outside into the glorious dark fields outside the Burrow. She pulled him down to an empty field. It was a dark night, but very bright- there were millions of stars covering the midnight curtain of sky. They sat down and looked up.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Hermione whispered, here eyes scanning the night sky.
"Yeah, its pretty," Ron said staring up at the stars.
They sat quietly for a while just staring at the sky. Suddenly, Hermione gasped in surprise.
"What?" Ron asked, trying to find what she was staring at.
"Look, up there," she pointed just above the horizon, "A fairy..."
Ron glanced towards where her finger was, and sure enough there was a little ball of green fire flittering across the trees. How Hermione had seen it, he had no idea. He looked at Hermione, and her cheeks had reddened.
"Why are you blushing?" he asked, confused.
"Well," she said bashfully, "Legends say that good luck is granted when you see a fairy, but only if you kiss another wizard."
Ron raised his eyebrows. He slowly grinned at Hermione and she looked shocked. Ron leaned in quickly and pecked Hermione on the lips, slowly. She deepened the kiss and they pulled back slowly, out of breath.
"There. Good luck granted," he said and they both lay down holding hands.