DON'T {Romione}

Chapter Five: Furniture Shopping

"Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Hm?"

"What do you say we get off our lazy arses and go furniture shopping?"

"Furniture shopping?" She questioned. "We don't need any new furniture."

"Hermione, we don't have a couch. We haven't had a couch for the past year we've lived here." Ron said.

Hermione chuckled. "Well I like the chair. We have to sit closer that way."

Ron smiled. "You have a point." He said, putting an arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Although I don't think Harry and Ginny like sitting on the floor every time they come over."

"Oh, please." Hermione retorted. "They don't care. And besides, we never hang out in here. We're always at the kitchen table. Or in the backyard watching Teddy run around."

"C'mon, if we get a couch I can have my afternoon naps there." Ron laughed.

"That's what the bed is for, Ron."

"Well you don't want me to mess all the pillows up or whatever."

"If you'd just make the bed when you were done napping-"

"It's too much work. I'm going to get a snack, and then I'm couch shopping whether you come or not." Ron kissed her temple and headed towards the kitchen.

Hermione moaned in frustration. She had to go now, or he'd pick out some hideous bright orange Chudley Cannons sofa.

"Well don't expect me to enjoy it! I wanted to stay home today." She called behind him nonchalantly.

"You made me sort books last weekend! It's my turn to pick! And besides, you said we needed one just last week."

Hermione huffed. "Oh, all right."

The pair of them got dressed and apparated to a nearby train station. They took the train to a small avenue that Hermione used to shop at with her parents.

"The furniture store is this way. C'mon!" Hermione dragged Ron down the sidewalk as he examined every shop and tried to go in.

"Oh! Hermione, look! There's another store! And they've got a café."

"You've just eaten, Ron. And I thought we were couch shopping?"

"Well they've got those cinnamon roll things. I want one!" He whined.

"You're such a child, Ron." Hermione kept walking. He had been obsessed with cinnamon rolls since she had taken him to muggle London for breakfast one day.

"Wait! It's that Blotwell's book shop or whatever. You talk about it all the time!"

Hermione gasped. "I forgot! How did you remember, Ron? Oh, I loved coming here when we were kids. It was my favorite place, besides Hogwarts, of course. We have to go in!" She turned around and practically ran into the little book shop.

"Anywhere if it's got books. I reckon she-" Ron mumbled to himself. Hermione shot a glance at him and he closed his mouth. They went inside and Hermione was filled with the smell of old books and ginger.

"Look! They've still got the cat!" Hermione pointed to a small tabby cat in the corner, being pet by two small blonde boys.

"I reckon he's not as bad as Crookshanks." Ron snickered.

"Oh, please. Go get a cinnamon roll or something." Hermione handed him her wallet and went to examine all the shelves.

"I think I will." He smirked. He knew how to get her to snap.

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"Hermione?" Ron nudged her.

She glanced at him and went back to reading.

"We've been here for almost two hours already, can't we go find a couch now?"

"We've got one right here." They were sitting on a tattered old love seat hidden behind a large wooden bookshelf. None of the shelves or furniture matched, but it was quite cozy. Hermione had been reading some old muggle books, Ron with his arms wrapped around her. He dozed off for awhile, but watched her read most of the time.

"Well we can't live here. We've got to get one for home. Then we-er, you can read there." Ron replied.

Hermione shut her book. She seemed to be lost in thought, staring at a spot on the chipped wall, until she finally answered him. "I guess so."

Ron aimed for her cheek, but Hermione turned her head, smiling, and their lips met. He brushed a few stray hairs from her face as they broke apart.

"I can't believe it took us seven years to realize we could have something as great as this." Ron said. Hermione laughed and kissed him again.

They never got around to couch shopping, because they stayed, locked in each other's gazes, until they both fell fast asleep and were woken up by the shop keeper saying they were closed.