About Damn Time
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Ron/Hermione
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Adult
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4,915
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3
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Currently Reading:
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About Damn Time
A/N This is in response to a request from Aescupulius on LJ. Is unbetaed. First het I have written in a loooong time. LOL
About Damn Time
Ron's hand curled tightly around his glass of Firewhiskey. He could feel his face flush with anger as he stared intently at the bushy haired woman across the room. Hermione was standing at the bar with two men, laughing gaily at their jokes and what Ron deemed their poor attempts at flirting.
Hermione threw her head back with laughter and placed a hand on the brunette Wizard's bicep as the glass in Ron's hand suddenly shattered from his enraged grip. Ignoring his now wet fingers which were covered in small cuts from the glass shards, he rose quickly from his chair not even caring that it fell to the ground with a loud bang. With little regard for his abrupt departure from his drinking mates, he marched over to the bar with purpose and grasped the Witch's hand on the other man's arm.
“She's with me,” he growled as he pulled Hermione away from the men and to the exit of the bar. Once outside, Hermione wrenched her hand away and glared balefully at him.
“Ronald Billius Weasley! What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing? How dare you manhandle me!”
Ron gripped Hermione's shoulders carefully, but possessively. “I am tired of this open-ended relationship we have. I don't want to see you chatting it up with other men anymore. I want you to be with me and only me! I love you, Hermione. Please, marry me.”
Somewhat shocked, Hermione nodded hesitantly, her features softening. “I love you, too, Ron. Of course I will marry you,” she replied, kissing him softly on the lips.
Ron rested his forehead against hers and sighed in relief. “Come one; let's go the Burrow and tell everyone the good news and then we can go to my flat to celebrate,” he said, with a happy grin on his face.
Hermione nodded and let him go so they could Disapparte. Once he had gone, she let a sly smirk cross onto her lips. “About damn time,” she muttered before Disapparted to the Burrow as well.
Fin.
About Damn Time
Ron's hand curled tightly around his glass of Firewhiskey. He could feel his face flush with anger as he stared intently at the bushy haired woman across the room. Hermione was standing at the bar with two men, laughing gaily at their jokes and what Ron deemed their poor attempts at flirting.
Hermione threw her head back with laughter and placed a hand on the brunette Wizard's bicep as the glass in Ron's hand suddenly shattered from his enraged grip. Ignoring his now wet fingers which were covered in small cuts from the glass shards, he rose quickly from his chair not even caring that it fell to the ground with a loud bang. With little regard for his abrupt departure from his drinking mates, he marched over to the bar with purpose and grasped the Witch's hand on the other man's arm.
“She's with me,” he growled as he pulled Hermione away from the men and to the exit of the bar. Once outside, Hermione wrenched her hand away and glared balefully at him.
“Ronald Billius Weasley! What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing? How dare you manhandle me!”
Ron gripped Hermione's shoulders carefully, but possessively. “I am tired of this open-ended relationship we have. I don't want to see you chatting it up with other men anymore. I want you to be with me and only me! I love you, Hermione. Please, marry me.”
Somewhat shocked, Hermione nodded hesitantly, her features softening. “I love you, too, Ron. Of course I will marry you,” she replied, kissing him softly on the lips.
Ron rested his forehead against hers and sighed in relief. “Come one; let's go the Burrow and tell everyone the good news and then we can go to my flat to celebrate,” he said, with a happy grin on his face.
Hermione nodded and let him go so they could Disapparte. Once he had gone, she let a sly smirk cross onto her lips. “About damn time,” she muttered before Disapparted to the Burrow as well.
Fin.