Romione❤️ one-shots

Erised

Erised

I was uncharacteristically, unquenchably, and uncontrollably happy.

Wait, I told myself. Slow down. Rewind. Freeze. The fact that he broke up with her has nothing to do with me, I scolded. But honestly, I was so ecstatic I could have done a Starfish and Stick while holding a banner that had the words, "I love you, Ron Weasley," written across it in red paint. But if he looked at me with something in his eyes that told me that he felt the same way, I wouldn't care that I had fallen and died from attempting to perform such a daring Quidditch stunt.

I'm thinking nonsense! Merlin, he's making me lose my bloody mind. Oh my Lord, I just swore! In my mind, but I cursed. Oh, something is really wrong with me.

"Hermione?"

Harry was looking at me, eyebrows raised so high, they were nearly lost in his messy black hair.

"W-What?" I said hastily, regaining my composure. I tried to fix my look back on my face. You know the one that says, "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. Reading is my idea of fun, nearly every spare second of my life is spent in a library, and of course I wasn't daydreaming about one of my best friends in the entire world. What a ridiculous suggestion! And no, you can't copy my Potions essay!"

Looking like this is no walk in the park. But usually I can manage it. Today, however, I couldn't suppress a very cheerful smile from my face.

"What are you so happy about?" Harry asked skeptically.

"It's just..." I sputtered, fishing around for an explanation. Maybe I could tell him the truth. Maybe he wouldn't laugh too much. Then I happened to catch a glimpse of who was standing beside him, that I surprisingly had not noticed before. There, in all his wonderfulness, stood Ron Weasley. Okay, the 'honesty is the best policy' idea just got chucked out the window. Plus there was also the fact that he was melting my brain by grinning at me like that.

"It's just... a nice day," I finished lamely.

"It's been nice all week," Harry pointed out, not buying my excuse in the slightest.

"Yes, but today is particularly nice," I rambled. I was totally pulling this blabber out of my wand and they knew it.

"Well, it would have to be," Ron said, a hint of laughter dancing in his blue eyes. (I silently thanked Mr. and Mrs. Weasley for producing such a son.) "You're sitting on the grounds, without a book, and staring dreamily into space." I blushed slightly when he said dreamily, and blast him, he noticed. "Plus, you haven't even asked us if we've finished our Potions essays yet," he teased.

"Did you-" I began.

"Finished it yesterday," he answered.

"Imagine that! You actually finished an assignment days, not hours or minutes, but days before it's due? I think I need to go to the hospital wing. I must not have heard you correctly." Ron made a face at me and I laughed. Harry was still goggling at me.

"Merlin," said Harry. "Whatever has put you in such a right happy mood, I hope it never goes away."

Harry, I thought. Neither do I.

Dinner that night was a rather pleasant affair. Mostly pleasant because Ron wasn't sucking the face off Lavender. Ron and I were acting as though we had never argued in the course of our lives and everything seemed just spiffing. Then I remembered. "Ron, we have prefect duty tonight."

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, Hermione. Can't we just..."

"No, Ron, we can't blow it off. Prefect duty is important," I chided. Secretly, I wished I could blow off prefect duty. Merlin, what is wrong with me?