“I’ve missed this.”
Hermione smiled, wrapping her arms a bit tighter around his neck to pull him closer. Of course, she had missed him too. She could barely sleep if she didn’t feel his weight next to her, that distinct smell of peppermint that was so Ron on her sheets and clothes. They’d only been apart for a few days, but it was enough for the smell to fade.
“Then don’t pick anymore fights with me, and you’ll never have to miss it again,” she said quietly, snuggling a bit closer to him, her nose nudging against his chest.
“I didn’t pick a fight!” Ron protested, pulling back a little to narrow his eyes at her. “You’re the one who brought up Lavender!”
“Only because I saw her at the Ministry that day! And that was a perfectly legitimate thing to fight about anyway. You actually dated her. You know for a fact that nothing ever happened between Harry and I,” Hermione said, turning in his lap to raise her eyebrows at him.
“All right fine, but you’re the one who left,” Ron said, pouting a little.
It was true, she had been the one to leave, shutting the door while he was mid sentence. She had gone to her parent’s house for the weekend, and it was the most miserable three days of her life. She was determined to not leave again, no matter how bad the bloody fight was.
She leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw. “Well, now we’ve both walked out on each other once,” she said softly.
Ron instantly pulled her close to his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around her. “We’re even,” he said, burying his face in her mane of hair and lightly kissing her neck. “And we’ll never do it again.”
Hermione smiled. “Right. Never again.”
- drabble by Ryann
i don’t believe in santa claus, but i believe in us this holiday