Hello! So, this is chapter two! I have never actually written a scene like this, so I don't know if it is good, but there is always a first time for everything ;). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling (If I were, my writings would we waaaay better) and I don't own any of the characters, or any of the scenerios that may be recognized from the Harry Potter universe.

Fact 2: Ron checks his nose for dirt every morning…it became a habit.

Ron's P.O.V:

A ray of light entered the room, reaching Ron's face and making him open his eyes. He soon realized there was a mass of brown bushy hair in his face, and recalled the events of the last day. He and Hermione had moved into a flat together. They had been planning this ever since Christmas vacation, so that when she finished her last year at Hogwarts, they could start this new stage of their relationship, living together.

He moved his arm from underneath her and turned around in order to see what time it was. 6:15. Strange, he had never woken up that early. He tried to go to sleep again, but realized he wasn't sleepy anymore, so, with a lot of care, he slid out of the bed.

Not really used to where all the furniture in their new room was, he bumped his foot into the corner of the closet and cursed silently. This made Hermione stir, and he froze in his tracks, afraid he had awakened her. She is so beautiful when she sleeps he though as he stared at her sleeping form, waiting to see if she showed any signs of waking. After a few tense seconds he muttered "Coast clear", and opened the closet. He took some comfy clothes (he had the day off at work) and headed towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once he was finished, he got dressed and looked in the mirror.

His red hair was a mess. Ever since the end of the war, his mother had been insisting he cut it and finally, a few weeks ago, she had won the everlasting argument. Now it was similar to the hair style he had in third year, hair sticking out of everywhere. Once he was done with the famous Weasley hair, he shaved, brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face. To finish his morning ritual, he got close to the mirror and looked at his nose, trying to spot sings of dirt on it.

"Why are you looking at your nose?" A voice asked. He turned around, it was Hermione. She was wearing his Chudley Canons shirt and some shorts. Her hand was relying on the door frame and she yawned as she smiled. He returned the smile, grateful that they could coexist in the same house without making things awkward or start bickering over silly things, but still, it had only been a few hours…

"Well, checking for dirt, of course." Ron answered, in a very mater-of-factly-ish voice.

"And why would you do that?" She asked, stepping closer.

"Well" He said, placing his hands around her waist "because it is what I do every morning since the first time you told me I had some on my nose." He finished, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"Hmm… I had such an effect on you ever since the first day huh?" Hermione said in a teasing voice.

"Yeah… bossing me around like a mini mom" At that statement, Hermione slapped him on the chest playfully.

"Oi! What was that for?!" He complained, raising his arms in mock defence.

"I am not a mini mom! I was just helping you, if it wasn't for me you probably would have failed every single exam. And, I didn't tell you to clean your nose every morning, that, you did on your own."

"True story" He answered, and leaned in for a kiss. She responded, moving her arms around his neck. Too early for his liking, she pulled away, leaving Ron with a confused look in his face. But, before he could ask why she had pulled away so quickly, she said.

"I need to clean my teeth remember?"

"But you haven't even had breakfast yet!" Ron responded, in simulate indignation.

"Well, it's a habit I have. And by the way, don't act like it's something new to you because I saw you do it before."

Now, he was shocked. How long had she been looking at him? He surely wasn't that interesting to watch.

"Okay, this is getting creepy. How long have you been standing in there?"

"Since you started shaving. And why can't I watch my boyfriend while he gets ready in our bathroom in our flat?" She asked, emphasizing those three words.

"Well, as much as those words may sound amazingly good in that sentence, it still is kind of freaky. But you have to understand that if you do that, I am allowed to stare as well." He answered, giving her a loop-sided grin combined with a mischievous look.

"Ron!" She complained.

"Hey, I think it is a fair deal"

"Okay, have it your way. Happy?"

"Loads, now can you please hurry and clean your teeth?" He asked impatiently.

Hermione didn't answer, but gave him a small smile and slowly moved towards the sink under the mirror. She took some time looking for the toothpaste, and then started brushing her teeth, as slowly as possible.

"That" Ron stated "Is just cruel, you better make up for it" He said.

"Aha" Was her only response.

Once she was finished with her tortoise-like torture, he turned to face him. This time, when they kissed, he put his hand at the back of her head so she couldn't pull away, making her smile against his lips.

"By the way" She said when they parted "You still have dirt on your nose, right there" She pointed the spot where the supposed dirt was, and walked away toward the kitchen. Ron, startled by the sudden statement, faced the mirror to look at his face. As always, she was right. There was some dirt on the right side of his nose. He cleaned it off and looked at himself in the mirror once again, saying "You're a bloody lucky bloke"

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