Punched in the face
“You’re home early.” Ron commented surprised when Hermione entered the small flat above the jokes shop. Fred and George had moved out of there about a year ago when their first kids had been born, because really the place was barely big enough to fit two, left alone two couples with babies.
“I am.” Hermione sighed as she hung her coat over a nearby chair. Ron gasped when she turned around, revealing a shallow but bright red cut over her cheek.
“What did you-”
“I got suspended.” Ron’s eyes grew so wide they nearly fell out of his head. His Hermione? Suspended? Sure, back in their Hogwarts days it might have been plausible, but with Harry buried in auror duties and Ron working at WWW she had no one left to drag her into trouble. Not that she was a goodie two shoes, far from it even, but without him and Harry there to ruin her plans no one would ever discover her schemes. They were much too clever for that.
“How did that happen?”
“Cormac McLaggen.” Hermione answered, suddenly grinning so wide that the cut on her cheek started bleeding again. “Let’s just say we had a little fun.”
Ron’s stomach made a backflip and then dropped through the floor. McLaggen had a wide network in the ministry, and Hermione had been trying to befriend him for ages now because of it. She always complained about how awful he was.
First that had reassured him, but now that Harry was shagging Malfoy, who had been fighting and complaining about each other since forever, Ron suddenly wasn’t so sure about the nature of this friendship anymore.
“Fun you say?” He asked, trying to hide his sudden change in mood by turning around and focussing on the pots and pans on the stove again. He wasn’t even making her favorite meal, but one of his own creations because he thought he’d earned that much after an exhausting day in the store. That had probably been a mistake.
Maybe he should order takeaway while he still could. Fuck, why was he so terrible at this dating stuff? Why could he, after five years of being together, still not figure out how to act in situations like these?
Maybe Hermione was too much of a woman for him. Merlin knew people told him that often enough, and he honestly couldn’t convince himself anymore that it wasn’t true. She was too complex for him, a man who hadn’t even been able to stay in the auror program for more than a year.
“Yes, most fun I’ve had in ages.” Hermione chuckled. See, Ron thought bitterly, I can’t even let her have some fun, and I work in a bloody joke shop.
“What did you do?” He took some pride in the casual tone of his question, but that wasn’t nearly enough to improve his mood. Being a good liar wasn’t exactly a character trait people wanted to see in their partners.
“I punched him in the face when he tried to make advances on me.” Hermione hopped onto the kitchen counter next to the stove and kicked off her shoes. “He said you were a useless tool with no talent, and that I deserve better, which is bullshit because you’re amazing and things don’t get better than Ronald Weasley.”
Okay. That was definitely not something Hermione had ever told him before. It was also something that took him by surprise so much that he stopped stirring his pan in favour of staring blankly at the wall in front of him.
Hermione nudged him with her foot, and when that provoked nothing she hopped down and kissed his shoulder, the highest place she could reach since he was quite a bit taller than her.
“You think so?” He asked before he could stop himself. He cursed himself for letting his voice sounding so small. So much for being a convincing liar.
“Ronald Weasley,” Hermione said sternly. “Of course I don’t think so.” Ron’s stomach disappeared for the second time that late afternoon. “I bloody well know so.”
Ron, finally capable of tearing his eyes away from the wall, turned his head to look at her. Her brown eyes looked back at him with a fierceness that kind of scared him. But it was a good scared.
And maybe it wasn’t even her he was scared of, but the sheer amount of love he felt for her. Surely it shouldn’t be possible to care that much about one person. Especially not for someone with the emotional range of a teaspoon.
“I love you.” He grinned as he lifted her up and kissed her. It wasn’t a deep kiss, because he couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore which made kissing a bit of a challenge. Relief always made him incredibly giddy.
“What’s funny?” Hermione asked him suspiciously, but she said it with a smile on her face. After all how could she not smile when the man she loved looked so bloody cute while he laughed?
“Emotional range of a teaspoon.” Ron replied. Hermione snorted and pressed her forehead against his chest before they both lost themselves in laughter and each other.
“I love you too, Ron.” Hermione said breathlessly, rubbing her stomach which was sore from laughing too much. “I changed my mind, this is the most fun I’ve had in ages.”
That put a smile brighter than any sun on Ron’s face. Others might think she’s too much of a woman for me. He thought with no trace of bitterness anywhere. But I’m starting to think I know a hell of a lot better than they do.
This is the first romione I ever wrote so I hope it’s not shite