Four Word Prompt: "Is The My Shirt?"

Pairing: Romione

Rating: K

Hermione sat in the dark, shivering as if it were a cold winter, when it was really warm night in September.

She was so exhausted from keeping watch over the Ministry all day, which proved to be both tedious as well as downright boring. Sitting under Harry's invisibility cloak would have been a breeze if it wasn't for the constant fear of being discovered and carted away because of the Muggleborn Registration Act. Hermione was on high alert the entire time.

She reached on the dark for her bag that was beside her bed and dove her whole arm into it, feeling around for a better top to sleep in. She grabbed onto a soft collared shirt, pulled it out, and headed to the loo, where she had brushed her teeth and put the shirt on.

When she was done, she opened the door to see Ron emerging from the room that he was staying in. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at her bright eyed more than just a best mate, his smile giving her butterflies.

"You look tired." he said in a concerned voice. "You didn't say much at dinner tonight."

Hermione shrugged. "I just had a lot on my mind, with everything going on is all. Plus the watch."

Ron nodded. Yeah. Seems like everything is starting to-"

He stopped his sentence as he got a good look at the girl in front of him.

"Is that my shirt?" asked Ron.

Hermione looked down at the shirt she had slipped on that was clearly Ron's favorite Chudley Cannons shirt. She had been so tired that she didn't even bother to look at the shirt she had grabbed to put on, until Ron said something.

"Oh." said Hermione, blush making her cheeks tingle. "I'll take it off if-"

"Is it comfortable?" interrupted Ron.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said is it comfortable."

'I couldn't be more comfortable than if I was in your arms right now' thought Hermione. But she couldn't tell him that.

"It is actually." she said instead.

Ron beamed. "It's always felt comfortable on me too. You can wear it, I don't mind."

Hermione grinned, looking down at the floor as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear nervously.

"Thank you." she said, as she hurried back into the bathroom for no important reason.

She closed the door, resting her back against it. She lifted the collar of Ron's shirt to her nose and breathed in deep. Outdoors, chocolate, and essential Ron-ness filled her nostrils, delighting all of her senses.