Why Romione?

Netflix and chill?

*Ron's POV*

Oh. My. Goodness. I am alone with the most beautiful girl in the world. Why am I not leaping on her again? This is crazy. I don't know what to do. Before Harry and Ginny left, I had some time to think, and I know this is love. But what if she doesn't feel the same way? What if she loves another? I need to say something to break the silence.

"So, how do you know Ginny?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh, we met at a party. She's great, Harry's lucky to have her." Hermione smiles at me, although her smile is a little bit forced. That could mean two things, I tell himself, she might hate me, or she love me. Please, please be the latter!

I nod. "So, Hermione, what do you do?"

"I work for the Ministry of Magic." She says.

"Great." I reply, then mentally kick myself for saying that. Great? She's going to think you're a simpleton! You've really screwed it up this time.

"What about you Ron? What do you do?" She whispers, almost to herself.

"I'm an Auror." Brilliant! Yes! Aurors are tough and manly. No one can resist that!

Hermione shifts in her chair.

I have to make a move. "Hermione, do you have a boyfriend?" I ask gingerly.

Hermione shakes her head. "No, I'm single AF. You?"

A party is going on in my head right now. I would jump around and giggle like a little girl, but I don't want to look stupid. "I'm single too." I say.

She nods slowly. "Huh. How about that..." She mutters.

*Hermione's POV*

OMG, The most gorgeous man in the universe just said he was single. I might cry. That is the best news I've heard all year. He must be feeling the way I do. I've been dropping hints left right and centre, but he hasn't given much away. I don't know what to do. 

"Do you want to watch some Netflix? It's getting a bit late to do anything else..." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. Hermione Jean Granger what have you done? He'll think you want Netflix and chill! But I do! 

There's a slight gleam in his eye. He wants it too! Alright. Take it slow, take it slow.

"Sure! What do you want to watch?" He asks innocently, but I can sense something behind it. Something dirty. I return the favour.

"I was thinking something scary. Like, a horror movie." Why did I not say romance? I don't know. Probably because when it gets scary I can hold his hand, or something else... Hermione don't get ahead of yourself! But it could happen. Yeah, now I think about it, I really want some Netflix and chill...