Author's Note: These are a series of Ron/Hermione drabbles written for rhr100 at LiveJournal.



It was raining. On her wedding day, no less. She had, however, refused to move the wedding indoors. Mr. Weasley Conjured a tent to put over the seats and everyone was dry and happy.

Hermione was annoyed, but when she walked out of the door at the Burrow on her father's arm and saw Ron waiting, handsome in his dress robes, standing by Harry, she felt the rain would never bother her again.

Sunshine burst out of her, and she smiled happily at Ron. The darkness was gone. The fight was over. The world was free.

The sun was shining.


Of Winners and Losers

The snowball hit me in the face, dripping ice. Though engaged in a snowball fight, it was a surprise. Hermione, gaping at me, seemed just as surprised.

"I can't believe it hit you!"

"Me neither," I grumbled and regarded the snowball in my hand. Hermione dove behind a tree just as I let go. It didn't hit her.

How embarrassing. I couldn't let Hermione beat me. The twins would never let me forget. As she was still laughing in triumph, I snuck up and dropped the snowball down her back.

She screamed, and I laughed. I had won after all.


Dreamless Sleep

She wakes up, in the darkest hours of night, screaming sometimes. But she doesn't let him help her. Because she can't help but remember, and doesn't want to bother him. As if she could.

Silly nightmares she says, laughing his concern away. It's nothing. I'm fine.

He knows it's not true. He'll sometimes hear her muttering, Bellatrix and, even worse, please, don't. But he can help her forget.

For a little while, anyway.

So he sighs, gets her a glass of water laced with Dreamless Sleep potion. He's become quite proficient at brewing it. And she sleeps.

But he doesn't.

Her Mother's Daughter

The Christmas holidays were over, and Hermione and Ron were at Platform 9¾, waiting for the train to arrive to take the students back.

"May I go now?"

Hermione straightened her daughter's blue Ravenclaw scarf and kissed her cheek. "Yes, and don't forget to study hard for your exams."

"I won't, Mum," Rose hugged Ron and continued, "I don't want to fail out of school."

Hermione, proud of her daughter, watched her walk away until she disappeared into the crowd. Ron started to laugh, and she looked at him. "What?"

"I was just thinking she really is her mother's daughter."


Never Been Happier

"This is some party," Hermione said.


"Why don't we disappear? I doubt anyone would notice."

It was true. The Burrow overflowed with Weasleys and family friends since the Christmas party was in full swing.

"I'd love to do that," I said, smiling. "But I've something I need to do first."

I dropped to one knee. Heart pounding, I pulled out a box. "Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course I will!" Hermione's eyes sparkled with tears as I slid the ring on.

I'd never been happier. Neither had Hermione. The party continued after we left for home./lj-cut