Romione fluff ❤❤❤

The First Night

Ron's POV

Okay, so Hermione was beyond brilliant. If she knew a way to conjure food, I guessed there was little she couldn't do. But now, how was I going to do this. I mean, I knew how to make scrambled eggs but, that was it. I mean I could make her those, but they'd have to be the best scrambled eggs she'd ever had. Now how was I going to do that if I didn't have a clear mind. I couldn't concentrate after what had just happened. Our faces were so close, our noses brushed, and I felt the pressure of her leg against mine. I crack 2 eggs on the pan. Her brown eyes were shining brightly, staring into mine. God, she's gotten even prettier over the years. I mean yeah, I used to make fun of her, but I always thought she was stunning. I started scrambling on the already oiled pan. If only I had inched closer our lips would've touched. No, I could never. I wasn't that brave. I sprinkled salt on the eggs. But I guess I was brave enough to say that to her. 'You have beautiful eyes 'Mione' What was that? I guess being a Gryffindor just made you say things. I always wondered what about me made me so brave to be in Gryffindor. But I guess it was just the bravery in those small moments that you didn't realize you needed to have but makes a great amount of difference.

I conjured a plate and poured the eggs on it smiling to myself. Oh god why did I feel so giddy, that was so not me. I turned around to see Hermione braiding her hair and coming towards me in her sweats and sweater she was wearing on the train. She is very beautiful. I bowed playfully and handed her the plate. I looked up and she smiled at me.

"Thank you, chef, this looks like a very gourmet dish," as she did a playful courtesy.

"Hey, cut me some slack I make some mean scrambled eggs alright? You'll see, best you'll ever have."

She laughed as she took the plate and grabbed a fork from the drawer next to me. I shivered slightly as her arm brushed mine and I prayed she didn't notice. She turned around and stood on her tiptoes to give me a kiss on the cheek. I looked at her, our nose inches apart since she was still on her tiptoes.

"Thank you for this Ron, if it weren't for you, we'd most likely be stuck in the woods freezing to death."

"Don't mention it." She squeezed my arm and walked over to the small bookshelf, sat on the long couch, and started reading with her eggs beside her. I realized I was staring at her, so I quickly turned and started making some eggs for myself. I could feel her eyes on my back. I was going to rewind for just one second. I could feel my heart beating to my ears and probably out of my chest. I tried to turn my back to Hermione because I didn't want her to see my face that was as red as my hair right now. She kissed me. On the cheek anyway.

Progress!

Progress to what she's our friend!

But we don't want her to be our friend, right?

But... she's Hermione

Exactly, she's HERMIONE!

After finishing my eggs and having a head full of plenty of confusing thoughts, I went to look for our trunks. It took me a while to do it quietly because I didn't want to make too much noise while she read. I knew how she gets. I finally put her trunk by the bed and mine next to hers since there was no space because of the bookshelf. I looked at the time and it was 9 pm and Hermione was busy with a copy of 'Advanced Runes: Spellman's Syllabus', so I chose to open my trunk and start taking a couple of things out. I took out my 'Best of Quidditch' magazines, my wand (so I could cast some protection spells around the tent. I didn't trust the forest and Hermione had taught me some neat spells to keep things out last year), and my Christmas sweatshirt that mom had given me last Christmas.

As I was pulling out my sweatshirt a piece of paper fell out of my trunk. I picked it up and it was a muggle picture (the ones that don't move – weird I know) that Hermione had sent me this summer of her vacation in Australia after she restored her parent's memories. She was in one of the beaches in Australia, standing in a bikini with an open blouse over it with her hair in a bandana. She smiled at me with her back to the ocean, her feet covered in sand, and her legs bare. She had some sand on her face and her cheeks were slightly sunburnt, which gave her tan skin a rosy tint. I loved staring at this picture. The way she beamed at the picture seemed to light me up.

She looked even more beautiful than normal. I'd kept it with me and even though I'll never admit it I brought it with me so that a could look at it during class or at the dormitories. I felt a bit embarrassed now and I got a bit flustered and tried not to look too much over at Hermione. No one knew I had a crush on her, but I'd started to like Hermione quite a lot lately. Well, Ginny found out, so she knew, the twins knew (NO ONE DIED HERE) and Harry kinda knew. And you'd think, well yeah, she's one of your best friends but now it was sort of more than that. I started seeing all the beautiful things about her that I hadn't realized were there until probably a couple of years before when I could barely sleep at night knowing that ugly toad of Umbridge could start torturing her for information on the DA meetings and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Just to imagine her going through that pain made me sick.

After I cast the spells around our tent, I read my magazines for a while and basically just stared at Hermione point-blank in the face. Well, picture Hermione at least. I checked my watch and it was nearly midnight. I turned towards Hermione and she's asleep, her empty plate lays forgotten on the floor, and her book on her chest. She looked adorable. What was I thinking? She's your friend.

I took the book and placed it open upside down on the floor, so she wouldn't lose her page. I held her as gently as I could and carried her to the bed. I placed her gently on the mattress, covered her with the warm white covers, and turned to go and wash our dishes. I picked up her plate and cast a muffliato charm by the sink. I washed the dishes to my thoughts, and I kept reminding myself. She's your friend. She most likely doesn't like you. She's your friend. I finished up and got a blanket on the couch but realized that I didn't have a pillow. I walked over to the bed and grabbed the pillow next to Hermione as softly as possible. I looked at her and I placed a strand of hair behind her ear. Her mouth was slightly parted, and her right cheek slightly red because of where her head had been resting. She looked gorgeous. Her bushy hair spread behind her, which was now loose from its braid. When had she undone her braid? I had no idea, but I loved her hair like this. I hesitated, but I pressed my lips to her forehead.

A/N!!:

AAAAAAAAAHHHH I wanted to post this a for a while!!! I'm pretty sure there many mistakes but hey I'm no professional! hope you enjoyed it:))

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