Romione❤️ one-shots

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Hi so here's the thing I'm getting on a cruise tomorrow and I was flying all day yesterday that's why I couldn't update and next Friday I won't be able to update either, I'll try and update in the week tho

"I should've known I'd find you here."
A shadow was cast over Hermione's book.
"Ron, you're blocking the light," she said, without looking up.
The shadow disappeared and sunlight once again hit the open pages of the book lying in her lap. She heard him sit down next to her on the bench, sighing deeply.

"I don't believe you," he said. "We have no more than a week left of our summer holidays, and you're out here reading a bloody book. By own free will."

She snorted. Honestly, what had he expected? It was a mystery to her how he could still get so upset whenever he found her reading in her free time. Would he never get used to it? But she played along. As she always did.

"Honestly, Ron, would it be better if I spent the last few days of summer the way you do? Which is, just to clarify, doing nothing."

"Well honestly, Hermione," he said in a tone mocking hers, "Doing nothing happens to be a tragically underestimated pastime. It's never really gotten the recognition it deserves."

"From you it has."

"Certainly. A fact in which I take pride. I firmly believe that there is nobody in the world better than me at doing absolutely nothing."

"Sadly, you're probably right."

His response to this was an incoherent grunt, followed by a silence in which she could almost hear him lean his head back indolently, allowing the sunlight to fall on his face.

They were seated on the wooden bench at the very back of the Burrow's garden. It was here that Hermione liked to come whenever she felt like having some quality reading time, or just a few hours to herself. Because no matter how much she loved the bustling life in the Weasley house, the constant noise and activity could drive her just about insane sometimes, and then it was good to know there was a place where she could have some peace and quiet, and where she could actually hear her own thoughts. She'd come here many times during her various visits at the Burrow, and the others knew that when she went here, she wanted to be alone, and they would leave her to herself for as long as she needed.

Well, everyone except Ron. This summer he'd insisted on tracking her down whenever she came here and attempting to engage her in all sorts of discussions. Most of the times she'd been able to make him go away with a highly efficient wall of silence, but sometimes he'd stayed where he was, sitting wordlessly next to her while she read and then accompanying her back to the house. Despite his obvious animosity towards her having any alone time, she found she couldn't get mad at him for this. In fact, she rather enjoyed having him sit there next to her, not saying anything, just silently keeping her company and every now and then dropping a casual comment about how nice the weather was, or pointing out a gnome hiding in the bushes. It didn't feel strange having him there. It actually felt rather natural. And, to a certain degree, safe. The world was different nowadays, and safety was something she rarely felt anymore. But with Ron, she felt it. And it was most definitely a nice feeling.