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Short Drabble where Hermione kisses Ron instead of Lavender at the party? Pretty please?

rongasm:

It takes her ten minutes to get through the portrait hole.

It’s not that she’s not trying- not that she’s not desperate to reach him-  but everybody in the House wants to get into the common room in order to congratulate the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. More specifically, they all want to congratulate Ron.

Her Ron.

They’re all surprised and amazed by how talented he is, but she isn’t. She knew the entire time. And Hermione has decided to tell him that. So as she stands on her tip toes and politely pushes people out of the way, she makes a choice. She loved him before everybody else in Gryffindor did. And she’s going to tell him that.

Hermione’s first instinct is to hang back, waiting until Ron is all alone so that she can go up to him and have a serious conversation. But the longer she loiters, the more anxious she gets, and the more anxious she gets, the more she wants him to know. She desperately wants him to know. Because even if it doesn’t lead to anything, it’ll be out there, and maybe she’ll finally be able to breathe again.

When the thumping of her heart reaches a beat, the tempo of which is at an alarming nature, Hermione understands that she has to make a choice. She dithers on the spot, clutching onto her butterbeer like it’s a lifeline, but then Ron shoves one of his hands into his pockets and cocks his head to the side and she’s a goner.

“Excuse me,” she murmurs as though in a trance, thrusting her butterbeer at Lavender, who had been passing Hermione at that very moment. “I have to do something.”

Lavender takes the butterbeer with an air of surprise, but Hermione doesn’t wait to see what happens next. She approaches Ron’s side and taps him on the shoulder.

“Hi,” Ron says, a large grin blossoming over his face.

“Hello,” she replies warmly. “Neville, please forgive me, but I am about to be terribly rude.”

“What are you talking about?” Neville begins to ask, but his words die in his throat as Hermione slowly rises on her tip toes and carefully fits her mouth to Ron.

At first, he isn’t sure what to do, but then his hand finds the small of her back and he tugs her closer to his body, bending down so that she has easier access to his lips. He kisses back with a fervor that makes her smile into the kiss, and when she pulls back, they’re both red in the face.

“Really?” he breathes, his cheeks bright red. She kisses one of them.

“Yes, really. You?”

“Yeah. Yeah, for a while now.”

“Okay then.”

“Okay.”

She turns to look at Neville, trying to pretend as if everything is normal.

“So sorry about that, Neville,” Hermione says, and when Ron twists her fingers into his, Neville shakes his head.

“I have to go. Seamus owes me five galleons,” he tells them. “So thanks for that.”

accioromione:

falling-in-love-with-fandoms:

highfunctioningdarklordofall:

can’t you imagine it though?

ginny’s going through a questioning phase and her older brothers keep making sex jokes so she writes in her diary “what’s a clitoris?” and tom’s on the other side like “i am a dark lord but i have a duty to this poor girl”

are you trying to insinuate that Voldemort gave Ginny Weasley the sex talk

New head canon I don’t care what anyone says, this happened.

accioromione:

falling-in-love-with-fandoms:

highfunctioningdarklordofall:

can’t you imagine it though?

ginny’s going through a questioning phase and her older brothers keep making sex jokes so she writes in her diary “what’s a clitoris?” and tom’s on the other side like “i am a dark lord but i have a duty to this poor girl”

are you trying to insinuate that Voldemort gave Ginny Weasley the sex talk

New head canon I don’t care what anyone says, this happened.

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