Four Word Prompts

Ship: Romione

Prompt: Dont Be Fucking Rude

Rated: K+ for language

Takes place AU Seventh Year after a very heated Quidditch game.

Ron stormed into the Gryffindor common room. He had never been so angry in his life. He launched his keeper helmet towards an open window, sending it zooming out of the tower hitting Merlin knew who on the ground.

How could he have been so stupid? It was all Malfoy"s fault, the bloody ferret. If he hadn't been taunting him about Ginny and the relationship that should not be named between them, he wouldn't have been distracted. He would have seen that bludger coming for him.

But no, it ended up hitting him in the stomach, knocking both the wind out of his body and him off of his broom. Thank goodness for whoever sent the slow momentum charm his way so he didn't hit the ground too hard.

Unfortunately, it didn't prevent his wrist from being sprung, so Harry had no choice but to replace him with a visiting Cormac McLaggen.

Which only made things worse.

Ron stripped off the rest of his armor, not caring about the pain it was causing his wrist. He slammed his shoulder pads down on the floor and slumped onto the couch. He stared at the fire in the fireplace, which flames flickered as much as his anger was.

A few minutes later, Hermione came slowly through the portrait hole. She had not been at the game, however, she had heard about it from Harry and the rest of the team, who had notified all of Gryffindor to avoid the tower for awhile, as to not become a victim of Ron's wrath. Hermione, as usual, did not take heed.

She sat beside Ron as quietly as a bee landing on a flower petal. Ron, sending her presence immediately, tried his best to ignore her. He was in no mood to entertain her anti Quidditch antics, and did not want to take his frustrations out on her.

That was, until, she started gently running her fingers through his hair.

Ron sighed inwardly. Hermione had done it. As usual. Those wonderful fingers of hers. She had always been able to quell the beast with a gentle touch, especially when she ran them through his thick ginger mane.

He shrugged his shoulders and turned so that his back was facing Hermione's side. Then, he laid down, draping his long lanky legs over the arm of the couch, laying his head on Hermione's skirt covered lap. Hermione continued her ministrations though Ron's hair, causing him to let out a satisfying moan.

"Harry and Ginny told me what happened, Ron," said Hermione slowly, hoping to keep things at a low tone. "I'm really sorry."

Ron scrunched his nose, but continued to be soothed by Hermione's fingers. "Took the mickey, those two?"

"Actually no, they were too enraged at McLaggen and his apparent stunts."

Ron rolled his eyes. "A bloody mess I've caused. He wouldn't have been out there if it wasn't for that bludger to the gut. You should have seen the numpty, Mione. He acted like Merlin's gift to the masses, confused the chasers by coming up with barmy plays on the fly. I just knew Ginny was gonna off him."

"Gryffindor still won 170 to 30, didn't they?"

"Right, but at what cost?" growled Ron. "Why did he have to volunteer his bloody self in the first place? I would have rather forfeited than let that tosser play."

Hermione gave Ron's hair a gentle but firm tug. "Don't sit her and lie, Ronald Weasley. You wouldn't have just handed Malfoy a win now, would you? Giving him more to brag about?"

Ron chuckled. His girlfriend knew him way too well.

"That's what I thought. There's always next time. Hopefully when that time comes, Cormac isn't anywhere near Hogwarts." said Hermione, gently plucking the tip of Ron's nose.

"What did I do to deserve you, Hermione?" asked Ron, beaming up at her smiling face.

"Well, there was that one time you burped slugs from defending me," said Hermione, bending herself down for a kiss.

Just then, the portrait opened and a very enthusiastic Cormac McLaggen walked in. He let out a guffaw, slighting startling both Ron and Hermione, taking them away from their tender moment.

"Ah Weasley!" shouted Cormac. "There you are! Thought you have ran and thrown yourself off the Astronomy tower after that display I saved your ass from.

Ron sat up, really to give Cormac a piece of his mind. Hermione however, had beaten him to it.

"Don't be fucking rude!" she shouted, surprising both Cormac and Ron.

Cormac smirked. "Quite the potty mouth you've developed there, Granger. Of course, look who you are snogging these days. I shouldn't be surprised what comes through those pretty little lips of yours."

"Watch yourself there, McLaggen," said Ron, jumping up from the couch and whipping out his wand quick as a Nimbus, pointing it at Cormac. "You wouldn't want to end up with bollocks for eyes."

Cormac scoffed but drew back a bit after seeing the seriousness in Ron's eyes. Hermione rose slowly, putting a hand on Ron's extended arm.

"He isn't worth it, love." said Hermione. "He's just still cross because I didn't snog him at Slughorn's Christmas party years ago."

"Right.." growled Cormac, his mind flashing back to that painfully embarrassing night where Hermione landed a very well place kick to the his crotch. He gave Ron and Hermione a dissatisfied glare, turned around, and walked back out the portrait hole.

Ron lowered his arm, but he was still fuming, his ears blushing red with anger. Hermione stepped in front of him, standing on her tiptoes in an attempt to come face to face with his much taller self.

"Don't worry about him, Ron." said Hermione, kissing Ron's chin. "He's just mad that he could never be a better Quidditch player than you."

Ron grinned, putting his arms around Hermione, bringing her closer to his body. "No, he's just mad that he doesn't have you to make him feel better after a barmy game."

Hermione giggled, her tiny laughter quickly cut off by Ron placing his lips softly on hers. She let out a satisfied hum. Kissing Ron felt like the first time every time. She could never get enough of his affection, and she was happy that he had gotten her used to doing things like tender kisses, holding hands, and sweet moments in public as well.

"What am I going to do with you, Ronald Weasley?" said Hermione against Ron's lips.

"Dunno, love." said Ron, moving from her lips to whisper in her ear. "I can think of some things that you could do to me, however. That snippy little mouth you had earlier turned me on."

"You are such a-"

Whatever word she was going to say was incoherent as Ron once again planted his lips upon hers.

A Quidditch fail was worth it if it meant moments like these came afterwards.