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"Can I help you?" Hermione asked, glancing at Ron's mischievous grin skeptically.
"Nope," Ron said, though he had inched closer and his grin only stretched wider across his face.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a hug, the countdown to New Year sounding on the wireless, and he pulled her over to the open back door, so they could see the fireworks the pub down the road were setting off.
"It's been a long year," he said finally, pressing a kiss to her hair as his grin softened into something almost sweet. "I'm glad I got to spend it with you."