This was an anon request for a jealous Hermione. You had asked for it to be about an Auror colleague of Ron’s and I tried but I couldn’t make it work. Sorry, anon, I hope you still like it and thanks for sending it in.
If Hermione was certain of anything in
this life, it was that Ron Weasley loved her with all his heart.
But that didn’t mean she didn’t worry a
After the war, the trio had reached an
odd, feverish level of celebrity in
the wizarding world that brought with it a crush of attention and
many ardent admirers. Harry was used to the scrutiny, Hermione
brushed it off but Ron, Ron had been overlooked and underappreciated
his whole life and some of those ardent admirers were busty and
“Ah, come on,” Ron said. “Why
would I go for those stewed mushrooms when I already have a bacon
“How flattering,” Hermione sighed.
you thinking about that girl from this afternoon?” he said. “She
was getting a little touchy, yes, but I was just being polite. When
dealing with difficult women, I have found it works best to be
complimentary.” He paused. “Have I mentioned you look lovely
She swatted at him half-heartedly.
“Hermione?” he said and there was
no more joking in his voice. “Do you really not know?”
When she didn’t reply he took her face
in his hands and gave her a firm kiss. And not just any kiss, but one
of those ardent, slow, toe-curlingly wonderful kisses that he was so
terribly good at.
“Nine hundred and sixty-two,” he
said when he finally let her resurface.
“What?” she said dimly, still
trying to regain her bearings.
“Nine hundred and sixty-two. I have
kissed you nine hundred and sixty-two times.”
She laughed. “You’re counting?”
“Yes,” he said seriously. “I’ve
been keeping track since the first one. Mouths only. No cheeks or,
uh, other parts. It gets a little hard because they sometimes sort of
run into each other but I think I’m pretty accurate. Plus or minus
She looked at him, amused and flattered
but also rationally skeptical. The number couldn’t possibly be that
high. They hadn’t been together all that long, and she’d have to
subtract all the time she spent with her parents and those first
horrible days that had been filled with funerals and tears. But on
the other hand, there had been some secret, wonderful days where it
seemed like all they had done was kiss each other and if she averaged
them all out…
“See?” Ron said smugly. “Coming
up on a thousand. Cause for celebration, that, and I’ve planned
accordingly. We might even get there tonight if you play your cards
She stood up on her toes and kissed
him. “I think we can do it.”
“And just wait until you see what
I’ve got planned for ten thousand,” Ron said, pulling her closer.
“And then one hundred thousand. I’ve already got them all sorted.”
He gave a sad shake of his head. “You’re stuck with me, I’m
But that was something that didn’t
scare her at all.