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Four Word Prompts: You're Always Number One

Pairing: Romione

Rating: K

Hermione looked over her notes again and again. She was beginning to feel frantic like she used to before exams in Hogwarts.

Only this time, it wasn't for a test. This was much more important than any grade. In less than 14 hours, the Wizengamot was going to deliberate on whether or not she should become the new Minister Of Magic.

She had written everything she wanted to say to plead her case. She had rehearsed her speech in front of her parents, in front of the Potters, and in front of Ron, at least five times. She had picked out what she believed to be a sensible outfit, and she had set her hair so stiffly that it wouldn't dare frizz.

Still, she felt like it wasn't enough. Like she was going to forget something, or something would go terribly wrong. Or that they would laugh at her, thinking she was not even remotely qualified to run the wizarding world.

Ron came into Hermione's study with a way glass of tea, and a sugar quill, Hermione's favorite treat. He placed it on her desk beside her, breaking her out of her panicking trance. Instead of talking, he pulled up a chair beside her, and stared into her worried looking brown eyes.

'Three, two, one...' he thought.

"Oh Ron, it's going to be a disaster!" Hermione exploded. "I can't believe I'm actually going to stand in front of all of those judges and let them determine whether or not I can do this! I can't do this, I'm not even remotely qualified! I don't know what I was thinking, trying to take on something so huge as if it were an easy task!"

She grabbed onto Ron's shirt. Ron didn't even flinch. He sat there and let her carry on her ranting.

"What a fool I am! I always take on note than I am ready for. I'm going to be complete rubbish tomorrow, I just know it! Why, Ronald? Why did you encourage me to do this?! Why did- wait...why are you smiling at me like that?!"

"Because you look so cute when you're being mental," said Ron calmly.

Hermione's jaw dropped as she glared at her husband. "This is not the time for that, Ronald!"

"Not the time for what? Not the time to tell you that you're worrying yourself sick over nothing? Not the time to tell you that you got this in the bag? Not the time to tell you that you will be completely flawless, and will blow those stuffy old judges minds in that room? Not the time to tell you that Hermione Granger-Weasley is the most powerful woman I have ever met, and that if anyone could run this place it's you?" said Ron, smiling confidently at his frazzled wife.

Hermione gasped as all the pressure she was feeling mere seconds ago seemed to have evaporated. She melted into Ron's outstretched arms, feeling much much better than she did.

"You're always number one." said Ron, kissing her on the top of her head. "Don't you ever forget that."

"How do you always know what to say to make it all better?" whispered Hermione, as she nuzzled her face into Ron's shirt.