Merry Christmas everyone! Heres a Romione fic for Hailey Dufus. Hope you like it! ~Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Mum, I promised I’ll be safe. I’ve used this stuff before. Mrs. Weasley will be right there in front of her fireplace waiting for me.” Mrs. Granger gnawed her fingernails anxiously as Hermione crouched in their fireplace with a handful of Floo Powder. Hermione waited impatiently. She was getting a backache from stooping (her parents’ fireplace was not sized for wizard travel) and was ready to go. “Maybe I should come with you…,” her mum deliberated for the fiftieth time. “Mum, you can if you want, but you’ll have to go back all alone.” “Oh, no no no, I don’t want to do that.” She sighed sharply. “Fine, go. But be safe! Call me as soon as you get there!” “I’ll have to write you, but okay, I will, promise.” Hermione smiled weakly. “I love you, Mum. Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, dear, and be safe! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Don’t talk to strangers! Don’t—” “Got it, Mum! THE BURROW!” Hermione threw down her Floo Powder and off she went, spinning round and round and round until she found herself in the Weasleys’ fireplace, with Molly standing there grinning. “Hermione! Welcome home!” She pulled her forward and hugged her tight, which didn’t bode well for Hermione’s residual nausea. “It’s so good to see you! Was your mother okay?” “Yeah. The Floo powder made her nervous, but I calmed her down.” Despite Voldemort’s downfall being almost three years ago, Hermione’s parents still felt (rightfully) wary of the wizarding world. The only reason she’d chosen Floo powder over Apparation to get to the Burrow was to give her parents a little more peace of mind, which came in the form of seeing their daughter engulfed in green flames rather than vanishing into thin air. “Hermione? Is she here yet?” Ron appeared around the corner, his face slightly scruffy and his hair a bit long. Hermione grinned widely and hugged him tight, burying her head in his shoulder. “Oof! Easy, Hermione, I just ate.” He laughed and wrapped his long, lanky arms around her. “It’s great to see you too, Ronald. Happy Christmas.” She pulled back and giggled. “Where’s Harry?” “Upstairs, dead asleep.” Ron rolled his eyes. “Really in the spirit of Christmas, isn’t he?” Hermione heard laughter and chatter a few rooms away and assumed that’s where Ron’s siblings were with their wives. “Shall we greet the masses?” she asked. Molly took this as a cue to bounce forward eagerly, expecting them to follow. “In just a sec.” Ron waited until his mum was out of sight, then, without warning, tugged Hermione to him and kissed her hotly. She made a small sound of surprise and pulled back slightly. “Ron, what—” “I haven’t seen you in ages, now c’mere, I missed you.” Insistently, he pulled her to his lips again, this time more slowly, and his touch was so savory that Hermione almost forgot how openly public they were and could’ve stood there for ages, but then she heard floorboards creak nearby and she jumped back, a blush blooming in her cheeks. It was Harry, standing sleepily on the foot of the stairs with his hair messier than usual. He rubbed his eyes; his glasses were missing. “I can’t see a thing, but is that Hermione?” She laughed. “It is. Hello, Harry. Happy Christmas.” “The same to you.” He yawned. “Is everybody else up? Should I be in there?” “Not blind, you shouldn’t,” Ron remarked. “Go freshen up and come back. We’ve been waiting for you and Ginny to open presents, so tell her to get a move on. I want my sweater.” Harry nodded and groggily shuffled back up the stairs. Hermione smiled. “Don’t do that again,” she flirted, smirking at Ron. “I almost forgot your family was here and then where would we have been?” “Probably somewhere far more interesting than my kitchen.” He stole a quick kiss on her lips, and she swatted at him playfully, squeaking, “I said no!” “Ron? Hermione? Where are you?!” George called somewhere deep in the house. “You best be doing age-appropriate activities, or I’ll have to come in there and tan your hides.” “I’ll tan yours if you imply foul play in my house!” Molly roared, eliciting laughter from everyone. Ron, smiling and blushing, took her hand. “C’mon, let’s go before someone gets hurt.” He led a smitten Hermione into the living room.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 19:00:01 +0000
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