Until the very end.

Ooh ok cute Christmas prompt! Ron and Hermione are at Grimauld place and they’re stood talking under a doorway and the doorway has mistletoe hanging above it

Hi! Thanks for the ask. Hope you enjoy :)

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Christmas Kisses

“I think I’m going to head to bed,” Hermione said as she got up from the game of Wizard’s chess that she’d lost to Ron. Again.

“I’ll come with you,” Ron said. “To, er, my room, not yours, er nevermind.”

Hermione chuckled. “I know what you meant.” She began walking out to the hall and up the stairs as Ron followed. “Sirius has really gone all out with the Christmas decorations, hasn’t he?”

“Yeah. I reckon he’s enjoying having guests for the holidays,” Ron agreed.

They stopped outside Hermione and Ginny’s door. Hermione stepped into the room and noticed that Ginny wasn’t there. “Hmm, she must have gone to the loo,” Hermione said as she noticed her absence. 

Ron nodded. They stood there awkwardly for a moment. Both not wanting to leave, but not knowing what to say.

“Er, Hermione?” Ron said after a beat of silence.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for coming. I know you had a trip planned with your parents. You didn’t have to, you know.”

“Oh, well, of course I had to! Your dad had been attacked Ron. I couldn’t not be here for you! And, er, the rest of the family,” she added after the fact. “There will be plenty of other ski trips. If I’m being honest, skiing's only fun for the first morning, and then I’d prefer to stay inside and read anyway. So really, you’ve saved me from disappointing my parents when I opt out of skiing after the first day,” Hermione said as she blushed slightly.

Before Hermione could apologize for rambling, they both heard a light jingle above their heads. 

“Is that…” Ron started

“Mistletoe,” Hermione whispered, as they both looked awkwardly at each other. “They say it’s bad luck if you get caught underneath and don’t…but I’m sure it’s not-”

Before she could finish, Ron leaned in and his lips brushed her cheek ever so slightly. Hermione felt completely gobsmacked, and could prevent the small smile that had crossed her own lips. Ron’s cheeks were flushed.

“Think that’ll do it?” Ron asked nervously.

“Oh, um, yes I suppose so. Though, maybe not if we were to get caught again,” Hermione said as she secretly hoped they might during the remainder of their stay.

Ron smiled timidly as he said. “Right, then. Well, I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Y-Yes, of course. Happy Christmas, Ron.”

“Happy Christmas, Hermione.”

Hey! You know I love your fics! Could you write about Ron and Hermione dancing at Bill and Fleur wedding? Xoxo

Hi @witchfreakkk! I scoured my previous fics thinking I’d done something like this, but turns out I haven’t! Thanks for the ask :)

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Prettiest Girl There

“Come and dance,” Ron said to Hermione, holding his hand out. She looked a bit surprised, but took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor.

They settled into the groove as Hermione questioned him. “I didn’t know you danced. Was this just a ploy to get me away from Viktor?”

“Course not! You were the one who told me way back when to...what was it? ‘Pluck up the courage and ask you before someone else does?’ So I asked you to dance,” he said, smirking.

This was not what Hermione was expecting him to say, and for once, she was left speechless. “Oh, well, yes, I guess that’s right,” she managed to say.

They both moved to the music while also watching the others around them. Every now and then they’d point out something strange the other wedding guests were doing, falling into fits of laughter as they mimicked some of the dance moves they were seeing. Hermione lost track of the time as the songs continued to change. She never thought Ron would ever be one to join the dancing crowd, but he looked like he was having fun dancing with her and whoever else came by.

At one point Ginny and Luna had joined them for a few songs, and then Fred and George had made their way over with a very drunk Charlie. Even Remus and Tonks joined the circle for a spell. And then, the music changed again. Instead of another upbeat song, the music was slower.

Hermione looked at Ron, not knowing if he’d want to slow dance with her. But before she could suggest taking a break, he held out his hand, and her heart started beating faster in her chest. She stepped closer to him as she placed her hand in his own and brought her other hand to his shoulder as she felt his hand settle against her waist.

She was wearing heels, which helped the height difference. She was painfully aware of how close their bodies were. Hermione felt her face flush as she looked up at Ron. “This is nice,” she commented.

“Yeah...thanks for agreeing to dance with me,” Ron said in a shy manner.

“Thanks for asking,” she responded. “Even if you had an ulterior motive.” Hermione chuckled.

“Oi, unless you consider wanting to dance with the prettiest girl here an ulterior motive, there was none!” 

Hermione looked at him with a shocked expression. “You- you think that I’m the prettiest girl here?” she asked hopefully.

“Oh, I- er, yeah,” Ron’s face became even redder than it was before. 

“You look really dashing yourself,” she said as she felt her own cheeks redden. 

They both continued to dance quietly to the music as Hermione chanced resting her head against his chest. Both were quiet until Ron plucked up the courage and said, “Hermione, I-” 

But the band ended the song and announced they were taking a break. Hermione and Ron broke away from each other, but remained standing there as other wedding guests were moving around them. “Er, was there something you wanted to say?” Hermione tried to gently urge him to continue whatever he’d started.

“Oh, er, no it’s alright. We should probably see where Harry’s got to, yeah?”

Hermione tried to hide her disappointment. “Um, yes, of course. Do you want a drink? I’m parched. I can go get us some.”

“Sure, that’d be great,” Ron said. And so they agreed to to meet back at wherever Harry was. 

Hermione walked towards the refreshment table as Ron’s words echoed in her head. You what? She hoped there’d be another opportunity later to find out. Fate had other ideas though, as she turned to see a blinding ball of light soaring towards the tent.