What is This All About?
Written By: FrecklesWeasley
Dedicated to: LooneyLovegood93
Disclaimer: I own not the characters.
Ron threw his cloak on the coat rack after Apparating into his flat. He flung off his business shoes, loosening his tie.
"Hermione," he said to the flat. "I'm home." There was no answer. He and Hermione had moved in together as soon as the war was over and her parents were retrieved from Australia. She was always home before him on Mondays; so, it surprised him when she didn't answer him.
Confused, Ron turned the corner into the living room and sighed in slight relief. Hermione was curled up like a cat in Ron's favorite chair, a book wedged between her back and the chair, sleeping. Ron walked over to her and watched her for a moment, smiling. Her right arm was draped over her left arm her hands hanging over the edge of the chair gracefully. Her hair was sprawled out over her shoulder and back, bushy as ever. Ron finally turned away from her and toward the kitchen, hearing opportunity knock.
Hermione opened her eyes to find the room to be oddly lit. She sat up, stretching like a cat and finding it a little more difficult than she'd expected. She looked down to realize she was wearing a beautiful yellow dress that complimented all her features nicely.
She gasped and looked around to observe her surroundings. A fire was sputtering in the fireplace and red rose petals were spread over a white cloth that covered the coffee table. An elegant-looking bottle of wine accompanied by two crystal wine glasses sat in the middle of the table. Hermione grinned, hardly believing what she saw.
Hermione jumped and looked toward the kitchen. Ron stood in the doorway wearing some dashing dress robes and his lopsided grin.
"My nap was wonderful, thank you. And how was work?"
"Good," he replied. "But let's not worry about work. Tonight, it's about us." They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, Hermione looking confused, and then Ron walked over to her, holding out his hand.
She looked at it for a millisecond before taking it and standing up. Ron led her to the couch where they say down next to each other. Ron opened the wine and filled the two glasses, handing one to Hermione.
"Ronald," she started.
"Yes, 'Mione?" he responded, turning to her.
"What is this all about? It's not our anniversary." Ron raised his eyebrows at her.
"I can't have a nice, romantic dinner with my girlfriend for no reason?" He gave her an overly innocent look that made Hermione suspicious. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm not sure," she answered. Ron grinned and chuckled silently at her reaction.
"Actually," he said. "I am. I just thought we should do something romantic without a pre-decided purpose."
"Really?" Hermione asked, a little taken aback, but smiling anyway.
"Of course," Ron replied, taking a sip of his wine. "Why not?" He grinned.
Hermione smiled, too, taking a drink of her own wine. "You never cease to amaze me, Ronald." Ron gazed at her. "You look so beautiful tonight," he whispered, looking back and forth between her eyes.
"You don't look too bad yourself," Hermione replied. The tips of Ron's ears went red and Hermione smiled widely. "I love you," she said, and kissed him.
Ron responded automatically, putting his glass on the table so he could put his hand in her curly brown hair. Hermione put her glass down as well and ran her hands up his chest.
After a minute or so, Ron broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against Hermione's and breathed: