Fic: Making A Fuss (Ron/Hermione)
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lightofdayeTitle: Making A Fuss
Word Count: 362
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Content: birthdays, fluff and angst, hint at (unintentional) famillial neglect.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Returning home from a birthday celebration, Ron is confused about something.
A/n: Written for Ron Weasley's birthday. This was supposed to be smut but it wasn't happening so you just get the beginning. Sorry, Ron!
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Ron Weasley was feeling full and contented as he returned home to the flat he shared with Hermione Granger. He’d spent his afternoon beating all comers at Chess, he had tickets for the Chudley Cannons’ game tomorrow and he’d just been stuffed full of all his favourite food.
There was just one small thing nagging at the back of his mind.
“Hermione?” Ron said, once they were in and he was putting on their kettle, Hermione had reached the point where all arrivals and departures were accompanied by tea.
“Yes?” Hermione asked.
“Did you talk to my Mum?”
“I’ve talked to your mother, quite often.” Hermione cocked her head inquisitively.
“About this evening, the... ah... menu.”
Hermione shrugged.
“I just wanted to make sure she remembered what you liked,” she said.
“And you made you everyone play chess with me?” asked Ron.
“Usually they don’t want to.” Hermione said
“And you’ve barely fought with me all day!” Ron said.
“I can if you want me too,” Hermione said, confused.”We seem to be heading that way, anyway.”
“No, no,” Ron said. “I guess, I’m just wondering why.”
Hermione looked at him for a long moment, and then her face softened and she stepped close to him touching her hand to his chest. Ron’s heart lurched.
“I’m your girlfriend and it’s your birthday, of course, I want to make a fuss of you.”
Ron stared back. He swallowed a couple of times, his mouth opened and closed but he said nothing. There had been presents these last few years at Hogwarts of course, cards and well wishes, but the idea of doing something nice for him specifically still seemed foreign to him.
His arm slid around her and he pulled Hermione close. He planted a kiss on her forehead, the only place he could reach then.
“Of course,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” Hermione said, to his chest.
She took him by the hand, and ignoring the boiling kettle, she led him into the bedroom and not long after Ron Weasley was just like everyone else for a while.
He was very glad it was his birthday.
Word Count: 362
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Content: birthdays, fluff and angst, hint at (unintentional) famillial neglect.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Returning home from a birthday celebration, Ron is confused about something.
A/n: Written for Ron Weasley's birthday. This was supposed to be smut but it wasn't happening so you just get the beginning. Sorry, Ron!
- - -
Ron Weasley was feeling full and contented as he returned home to the flat he shared with Hermione Granger. He’d spent his afternoon beating all comers at Chess, he had tickets for the Chudley Cannons’ game tomorrow and he’d just been stuffed full of all his favourite food.
There was just one small thing nagging at the back of his mind.
“Hermione?” Ron said, once they were in and he was putting on their kettle, Hermione had reached the point where all arrivals and departures were accompanied by tea.
“Yes?” Hermione asked.
“Did you talk to my Mum?”
“I’ve talked to your mother, quite often.” Hermione cocked her head inquisitively.
“About this evening, the... ah... menu.”
Hermione shrugged.
“I just wanted to make sure she remembered what you liked,” she said.
“And you made you everyone play chess with me?” asked Ron.
“Usually they don’t want to.” Hermione said
“And you’ve barely fought with me all day!” Ron said.
“I can if you want me too,” Hermione said, confused.”We seem to be heading that way, anyway.”
“No, no,” Ron said. “I guess, I’m just wondering why.”
Hermione looked at him for a long moment, and then her face softened and she stepped close to him touching her hand to his chest. Ron’s heart lurched.
“I’m your girlfriend and it’s your birthday, of course, I want to make a fuss of you.”
Ron stared back. He swallowed a couple of times, his mouth opened and closed but he said nothing. There had been presents these last few years at Hogwarts of course, cards and well wishes, but the idea of doing something nice for him specifically still seemed foreign to him.
His arm slid around her and he pulled Hermione close. He planted a kiss on her forehead, the only place he could reach then.
“Of course,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” Hermione said, to his chest.
She took him by the hand, and ignoring the boiling kettle, she led him into the bedroom and not long after Ron Weasley was just like everyone else for a while.
He was very glad it was his birthday.
